Just as Xiang Yu was preparing to head downstairs, alarms blared from the upper floors; someone must have noticed something was wrong.
Seeing this, Xiang Yu quickly rushed downward, hoping that the situation above wouldn't affect things below.
Xiang Yu arrived at the fourth basement level, and upon reaching there, he was almost scared to death by what he saw.
Before him lay what looked like a slaughterhouse; many corpses were placed on tables, while workers dressed in white coats were busily working with scalpels.
This place also resembled an assembly line, with the ones in white coats acting as assembly line workers.
But lying before them were living corpses, not market commodities.
"Blood pressure normal, heartbeat normal, everything normal."
"Preparing to implant gene number three now."
"Implanting... implant successful."
"Blood pressure rising, heartbeat quickening, now implanting inhibitor number five."
