From Hogwarts Re-Being Wesson Wright

Chapter 888 Perfect Work

Is Hunqi Mr. Neil’s trump card?

Yes.

Is it the final trump card?

No.

Mr. Neil controls the Zhengenir family chaebol, has in-depth cooperation with the soul master, and can even contact the second person in Soul Valley with the status of the high priest at any time.

Over the years, how much money has been invested and how many invisible deeds have been done.

Did he just want to have a soul? Not to mention, Hun Qi is able to achieve its current strength only because of the special help from the Soul Master.

Such a 'work' was obviously very imperfect for Mr. Neil, and he was not satisfied with it at all.

Whether it was the technique of peeling off the spirit and will, or the technique of splitting and reorganizing the soul, he had already completed it.

Outsiders think that these two technologies were completed recently.

However, this is not the case.

These two technologies were completed five years ago.

They already have a mature 'production process'. Now Neil Biotechnology can produce a large number of low-level and high-strength warriors as long as there are enough people and enough donors.

There are two sequelae: 1. Relatively speaking, the life span is not very long. For example, a divine warrior can live for five hundred years, but the divine warrior they create can only live for fifty to a hundred years, depending on the person. .

2. In the later stages, mental disorder will occur, which can manifest in many forms.

Such as dementia, mental decline, schizophrenia.

In fact, schizophrenia is a sequelae that they feel is relatively mild, because schizophrenia is nothing more than these reformers turning into multiple personalities.

There are as many personalities as there are souls transplanted.

At least it's better than dementia and mental decline.

However, these are not problems, and he does not consider this a flaw.

If you want to be strong, how can you not pay the price? Necessary sacrifices must be made.

On the balcony of a suburban villa.

Mr. Neil held the telescope and vaguely saw the figure who was fighting Qin Yi.

After a while, he put down the telescope and smiled at the middle-aged men sitting opposite him: "Hunqi is a semi-finished product and has strong combat power, but it is too unstable and a bit too hasty."

Several middle-aged men smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously.

Semi-finished products are failures, and they don’t need failures.

"Mr. Neil, when will your most perfect work be released?"

"Mr. Edward, you can't be so impatient. The most delicious things must be put at the end to be tasted, right?"

"We have invested so much money and sacrificed so many warriors just to have this perfect work come out. Otherwise, do you think we are just playing house with you?" A middle-aged man in a white suit next to him sipped. He took a sip of coffee and smiled slightly.

Mr. Neil sighed: "You are too impatient. I still have the last step to deal with. If I want to deal with this Jinling Martial Lord, I must use this perfect work. Hunqi's fight with him should be regarded as collecting Jinling." The battle data of the warrior master.”

"Humph!"

A few people's expressions changed slightly, and then they said nothing.

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Chinese country, Tianshu.

Word down!

The water glass was knocked over by the excited old man, and the water in the glass spilled all over the table. The old man was in the same mood as the glass of water.

"Wang Xuande!"

The old man was so angry that he threw the intelligence document in his hand on the face of the middle-aged man who was expressionless and stood in a loose posture.

"You did a good job!"

The old man was furious. Even when faced with threats from warriors from many countries, the old man who remained calm and composed suddenly lost his composure at this moment.

And the more he loses his composure, the more serious the matter becomes.

Wang Xuande.

One of the vice presidents of the Wushu Association.

He is also the vice-president in charge. He has a very high status in the Martial Arts Association and in the Chinese nation. Even god-level warriors will be polite to him.

After all, there are two great gods standing in the Wushu Association: Xiao Yansheng and Liu Kuangsheng.

Regardless of the fact that only these two people in the Wushu Association can carry the cauldron, who in the world would dare to go against the Wushu Association? For decades, there have only been two - Qin Yi and Li Nantian.

In addition, the Wushu Association basically governs 80% of the martial artists in the Chinese martial arts world. These martial artists, when they were weak, were basically protected by the name of the 'Wu Wu Association'.

The Wushu Association has really had a great influence on the development of the Chinese martial arts world.

After all, not everyone has the support of a powerful force. Some warriors with talent but no background often die young if they offend anyone when they are weak.

But with the Wushu Association as a sign, the survival rate is much higher.

Before the establishment of the Wushu Association, there were less than 10,000 Chinese martial artists.

After the establishment of the Wushu Association, the number of Chinese martial artists tripled. To this day, excluding those powerful masters, there are hundreds of idle masters.

Tianshu also attaches great importance to the Wushu Association and provides various conveniences to the Wushu Association.

I also have great trust in the person in charge of the Wushu Association.

Especially Wang Xuande.

But today, the old man was so furious that he wanted to stab Wang Xuande to death.

"I have no choice." Wang Xuande said calmly.

"What do you mean you have no choice?" Li Xuanshu was so angry that his face turned red and he was as angry as an ox. The old man's eyes were red, as if he had remembered something.

"Mr. Li, he knelt down to beg me. Do you know what he looked like that day?"

"He was so high-spirited in Chinatown that he beat the Cheng family so hard that they couldn't hold their heads up. How proud he was? He cried like a child and kowtowed one, two, or three times. His forehead was almost bruised."

"He begged me, begged me to help him, begged me to kill him!"

Li Xuanshu shouted: "You bastard! You ruined a martial arts genius that the Chinese country has never seen in a century!"

"I asked why he suddenly became arrogant and crazy, fighting this and killing others, and acting lawless and righteous. It turns out that you are condoning it!"

"I asked, why would a genius who can defeat the Cheng family be killed by a loser like you!"

Li Xuanshu's anger seemed to swallow up all his former cunningness. He now looked less like a superior than a lonely old man who had lost his child.

"I'm sorry." Wang Xuande's voice was hoarse.

"Wang Xuande, how much do I trust you? Why don't you discuss such a big matter with me?"

Li Xuanshu suddenly burst into tears, his voice choked with sobs, and his old body was a little shaky: "That's my son, how dare you? Ah? How dare you!"

Wang Xuande remained silent.

The old man seemed to have grown older all of a sudden, and he fell tremblingly into his office chair.

After a while, he rubbed his eyebrows and said in a trembling voice, "So, is he alive or dead now?"

Wang Xuande raised his head, with a calm face and an uneasy mood.

He stared at the ceiling, trying hard not to let the tears well up in his eyes.

"I...I don't know either."

Snapped!

The old man slapped the table and coughed angrily: "Why, why don't you wait until you enter the divine realm before doing it? Why not..."