"Stop!"
At that moment, a stern voice rang out. Zhu Hong's movements slowed, and he reluctantly retracted his fist, stepped back to one side, bowed slightly, and said, "Mr. Yun."
Mr. Yun looked at him displeasedly and scolded, "I asked you here to assess the situation, not to take the opportunity for revenge. If you are truly a man, defeat him one-on-one with your own abilities, not by using such despicable methods."
"Yes, I was wrong." Zhu Hong bowed his head, not daring to utter a word and honestly accepted the criticism.
"Mr. Yun." A person in a white lab coat, holding a freshly printed report still smelling of ink, excitedly ran in from outside, speaking with an exhilarated expression, "It worked, it worked! Mr. Yun, you were right, his genes have fused with the drug at a 99% compatibility rate, almost perfect."
"Can it solve our problem now?"
