Reborn to Redeem: Their Abusive Love

Ruins and the smell of gunpowder were everywhere. The people outside were only sparing this research facility because they were concerned about the leader locked up inside.

The man hiding in the corner swallowed hard, his complexion shifting from pale to green, then to red. His eyes, fixated on the two individuals, were as dark and unyielding as a sewage ditch. Teeth clenched tight and fingers trembling against the wall, he wanted to escape, but with no way out behind him, he finally emerged from the corner, begrudgingly squeezing out, "Wasn’t there a deal? 0001, using military force against my small outpost, don’t you think that’s a bit stupid?"

Pei Zhen casually adjusted the chain on his hand, his expression slightly hesitant. Then, he looked at the man with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, as if seeing a ghost. "You kidnapped my person, I blasted through your base. That’s not too extreme, is it? Hand over the key."

"Subject 0001, the X organization won’t let you go. The success rate of the Giant Potion has already increased. On average, for every seven subjects that die and five or more that mutate with extra limbs, one giant is produced."

Although Manager No. 26 was smiling, sweat beaded on his forehead. His eyes were red as he stiffly pulled a key from his sleeve and silently moved closer, unlocking the chains on Pei Zhen’s wrists.

The chain was heavy. Once freed, it slid down, hitting the ground with a loud THUD and stirring up dust.

Pei Zhen twisted his wrists, his face devoid of fear. He turned his head directly, a fleeting coldness in those divine eyes. "Fine. Go back and tell him I’m waiting for him to come find me."

"I’m going back to tell him? You’re not going to kill me?" Manager No. 26 couldn’t believe his ears. He said provocatively, his voice hoarse, "It was I who chose you from Gambling City and brought you into the X organization. Are you grateful that I gave you the opportunity for the X organization to create you? In that case, you should..."

The next second, his neck was seized.

Two long fingers pressed viciously against his carotid artery, easily lifting him. His back scraped against the coarse wall as he was slowly lifted, his legs dangling just ten centimeters from the tiles, unable to touch solid ground, like a marionette.