"No, no, no..."
Lin Beichen shook his index finger, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
"If I remember correctly, only those modified humans who have been given a name can be considered recognized by your master..."
Upon hearing this, Wolfman Ten’s face showed an expression of anger.
At this moment, he had already guessed what Lin Beichen was about to say next. His expression gradually became sullen, and his genetically modified, distorted face seemed capable of dripping water.
However, deep down, Wolfman Ten knew Lin Beichen was correct. Only the modified warriors truly recognized by those above could be given a name, that is, a code!
Soon, Wolfman Ten’s expression became wild—more accurately, it became mad!
"You’re right, but as long as I bring your corpse back today, I will be truly given a code instead of a number!"
These so-called genetically modified humans were mostly desperate individuals. Unlike the perfect societal attributes of Dragon Country, Atlantis had social attributes polarized to the extent that the poor simply couldn’t survive.
This phenomenon led to the result that in order to survive, the poor would become unscrupulous. These genetically modified humans were selected from these criminal poor.
Most of them were vicious criminals, so even knowing the high mortality rate of genetic modification, they would still choose to participate without hesitation if it meant survival.
After all, no one understands the weight of surviving better than those who commit crimes for it!
But even if they survived the deathly purgatory of genetic modification, the affluent life they imagined was still unachieved. Those who only received number codes merely got a relatively peaceful life, with daily meals and schooling supplies provided for themselves and their families, but this alone satisfied them.
For all modified humans, they desired to receive a code because only by obtaining a code could they and their families truly achieve affluence and genuine social status.
At this moment, what surfaced in Wolfman Ten’s mind was their training at the border of Atlantis before undergoing genetic modification.
The technological cages and continuously dripping training grounds formed a stark contrast. No matter what, Wolfman Ten did not want to return to that place—he desired a room filled with sunlight!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Suddenly, Wolfman Ten roared, and his strength soared!
When Wolfmen Eleven, Twelve, and Thirteen saw Wolfman Ten’s appearance, their expressions became tense.
Having numbers close to his, they had naturally fought him multiple times before, and they knew what Wolfman Ten’s current state meant.
"I remember his last rage ripped a wolfman into pieces."
Wolfman Thirteen reflexively swallowed, fear filling his eyes.
In reality, Wolfman Thirteen’s words were somewhat conservative; after all, the shredded degree was such that even a meat grinder couldn’t compare.
"You! Die! Now!"
With the last word shouted, Wolfman Ten vanished right before everyone!
Wolfmen Eleven and the other two exchanged glances and immediately charged at Lin Beichen. But shockingly, Lin Beichen disappeared right before them the next second!
"How! Is! It! Possible!"
The three exchanged glances, faces filled with disbelief.
If ordinary people couldn’t react, that was understandable, but for them, injected with wolf genes, unable to catch Lin Beichen’s movements, it could only mean Lin Beichen’s speed exceeded the beast’s realm!
"What is this!"
Suddenly, a beam of light seemed to descend from the sky, causing these modified humans to shut their eyes involuntarily. The injection of beast genes had significantly enhanced their senses, but it also made them unable to open their eyes from the glare!
"Ah!!!"
At this moment, all the wolfmen shut their eyes, and the agonizing sound of Wolfman Ten echoed among them.
When they sensed the glaring light had disappeared, they slowly opened their eyes, shocked by the scene before them!
Wolfman Ten had already "disappeared," leaving only a scorched, charred entity on the ground, emitting a tempting aroma.
"I thought you’d bring me more of a surprise."
Lin Beichen shook his hands, making a cracking sound.
The surviving three wolfmen were still immersed in the shock of Wolfman Ten’s bizarre death, while Lin Beichen had already charged towards them.
"Though I don’t care if Dragon Country learns about me, you three better die here!"
Lin Beichen’s hands emitted a dazzling light, as if he held a ball of lightning.
"Quick... run!"
It was the first time the wolfmen felt fear in battle. They had lost their fighting will, their only thought being—to run!
But no matter how they tried, they couldn’t match Lin Beichen’s speed.
Lin Beichen’s feet seemed to have created illusions, every step he took resembling a bounce.
"Zhang, why do I feel Lin’s steps look like the Ripple Step from movies."