Chapter 440: Underground Research Base Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

‘No, I must wait for him to come back,’ Lu Yingying thought, sitting down.

When Ye Mo arrived at the Yuan family mansion, five people were in Yuan Zhirong’s room. Three men were on the left; one, a man in his fifties with a scar on his forehead and a flattened nose, possessed a certain temperament that identified him to Ye Mo as Yuan Zhirong. Beside him stood a man in his forties who looked ferocious. On the right were two more men: the righteous-looking man from the feast, and a youth Ye Mo presumed to be Yuan Qibing.

Remembering Yuan Qibing’s attempt to attack Ning Qingxue on the plane, killing intent flared in Ye Mo’s eyes. If not for the Black Sun Empire, Ning Qingxue might have been abducted.

“Dad, your plan was seamless. Even if Yu from Flowing Snake knows we did it, she can’t touch us. Today’s news was satisfying! Luo Yue is finished. It’s a pity Ning Qingxue didn’t die; things would have been perfect,” Yuan Qibing said.

The middle-aged man said, “Young CEO, Ning Qingxue might not be dead. I heard an extremely pretty woman appeared in Flowing Snake this morning. The description suggests it might be her.”

“What?!” Yuan Qibing exclaimed, jumping up excitedly. He only cared about Ning Qingxue.

A moment later, he asked desperately, “Uncle Ping, do you have her picture? Show it to me!”

“No picture. Someone saw her from afar and didn’t have time to take one before she went inside. She didn’t come out. But her husband, apparently a Luo Yue higher-up, also appeared in Flowing Snake.”

Yuan Qibing was dazed before clenching his teeth. “No wonder Fei Yu was chosen. I’ll watch him as I torture his wife!”

He stopped, noticing his father and realizing he’d spoken too freely.

Yuan Zhirong scanned Yuan Qibing. “Put that aside. Women are secondary to your career. If you can’t control yourself, how can I trust you with Yuan Bei Corporation? If that woman was Ning Qingxue, we mustn’t touch her. The entire plane disappeared, yet she’s fine. Many people must be looking for her. And Luo Yue isn’t over yet.”

“Yes, Father,” Yuan Qibing replied calmly and contritely.

Ignoring him, Yuan Zhirong said to the middle-aged man, “Weiping, report on Flowing Snake’s reaction. And was it clean?”

“Yes, President,” the man replied. “I targeted ten customers who bought the beauty and health pills—six who bought the beauty pill. After they took one, I added Blood Melting Serum to the others. No one will find out.”

Yuan Zhirong nodded. “It’s less than we wanted, but our goal is achieved.”

The middle-aged man said, “Six died after taking it. Four lived, but their faces are partially destroyed.”

“Go to the compound and oversee the Blood Melting Serum production. We need more accuracy. The WQ033 virus must be produced urgently. We’ll release it when Luo Yue collapses.”

“Yes, President.”

The righteous-looking man spoke, “Big Brother, Li Chunsheng has a powerful background. The Senate couldn’t touch him. Once he consolidates his power, no one will match him. Now that he heads the Health Department, we can start with the virus and strike him hard. Even if we can’t eliminate him, as long as we remove him from He Feng, we win.”

Ye Mo nodded. So he’s Yuan Zhirong’s brother? No wonder he’s here.

Yuan Zhirong hummed. “That’s doable. The virus will cause horror. No one can withstand the responsibility. Since Li Chunsheng manages this sector, start with He Feng. Xi Tong Town is a good starting point. When he’s overwhelmed, attack him through the Senate. We’ll time the cure to help you gain power.”

Ye Mo’s eyes grew cold. Yuan Zhirong was ruthless, using a virus against his political enemies. Ye Mo wanted to kill them, but that wouldn’t help Luo Yue, and people would suspect them. If he attacked, he’d destroy the Yuan family entirely.

“If we attack, it must be decisive. Weiping, watch Luo Yue closely. Tomorrow morning, they’ll likely have a speaker. Don’t make a move until it’s safe. Luo Yue seems stricter lately. Remind our men to be careful,” Yuan Zhirong said.

“I know, President,” Weiping nodded.

“Big Brother, I’ll have the city government issue a notice prohibiting the purchase of Luo Yue products. Then I’ll have Mayor Niu hold a press conference.”

“Okay. This meeting’s adjourned. We’ll discuss our next move after seeing Luo Yue’s reaction. Chang Hui, you’re He Feng’s Vice-Mayor; no one knows you’re Yuan family, so don’t come here unless necessary,” Yuan Zhirong said.

Watching them leave, Ye Mo sneered, packing away his camera. Except for Weiping, who was near the yellow level, they were ordinary people.

Ye Mo decided to check their factory first. Before leaving, he injected a needle into Yuan Qibing’s forehead.

Yuan Qibing stumbled, caught by Weiping. “What happened?”

Yuan Qibing shook his head. “Nothing, I’m dizzy. I’m fine now.”

Yuan Zhirong scolded, “You’re young and dizzy. Bing’er, I value you, but focus on the company, not women.”

Ye Mo ignored them. Using his spirit sense, he found a production factory outside the manor, its entrance in a well. He took pictures with his camera as he jumped down. The alarms were useless against him.

The underground base was enormous. Ye Mo doubted the Yuan family built it themselves. It was spacious, with dozens of men in blue uniforms checking serum bottles. Their pale skin showed they hadn’t seen sunlight in a long time.

Ye Mo took pictures. Within minutes, Yuan Zhirong and the middle-aged man arrived. A researcher began explaining the progress.

The facility was highly secretive; it would be nearly impossible for others to take pictures. It was a pity Yuan Zhirong encountered a cultivator.