Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1954 - 1955: Why Don't You Just Rob Me?

Moran turned around, took one look, and smiled charmingly.

"Guo Jing, you ca just in ti. Sothing's gone missing from my lab, did you see it?"

Yang Fei had no idea why, but he felt a chilly cold hidden in Moran's smile.

His heart tightened, but he put on a dumb, clueless face.

"What thing? I'm warning you, Fatty Master is a good guy. I only steal beauties' hearts, never their stuff."

Moran snorted and said lightly.

"Whether he stole anything or not doesn't matter, I'm just a bit worried about that little thief."

"The few bottles of gene fluid he took are all pretty ordinary. After an ordinary Martial Artist takes them, they can increase their Essence Qi and help raise their Martial Arts Realm."

"Those things aren't precious, but among them, there's one bottle he must not touch."

Yang Fei was scared out of his wits. "What?"

Moran looked at Yang Fei with a smiling gaze.

"That one special bottle of gene fluid was prepared for a big shot in the Federal Governnt."

"That big shot is a man, but he's dead set on turning himself into a woman."

"He secretly begged several tis before I finally mixed that bottle of gene fluid for him."

Now Yang Fei was so scared his guts were shaking, and he stared nervously at Moran.

"So, what happens if a man drinks that bottle of gene fluid?"

Moran giggled. "That bottle of gene fluid can alter the body's hormone secretion system."

"After a man takes it, first he becos a natural eunuch, then his chest gets bigger, his skin gets fairer and smoother and more tender~ so what do you think he'll turn into?"

Yang Fei sucked in a cold breath and squeezed out a sentence from his throat like he was groaning.

"Holy shit, wouldn't that turn him into a tranny?"

Moran nodded, smiling as she patted Yang Fei's shoulder.

"The kid can be taught. Exactly."

Yang Fei suddenly felt like the few bottles of gene fluid in his pocket had turned into burning coals, scorching hot.

But the guy turned it over in his head, then suddenly burst out laughing and shrugged indifferently.

"If that's the case, it's not necessarily a bad thing."

"Maybe the thief who stole it already likes being a woman."

Moran froze for a second and glanced at Yang Fei.

She saw that guy looking at her with squinty, smiling eyes. Moran couldn't help but spit and snapped irritably.

"I knew it, it had to be you, you little thief, who stole my stuff."

Yang Fei looked at Moran with a wicked glint, but his face was full of righteous dignity.

"Professor Moran, you're a respectable person. You shouldn't talk nonsense without evidence."

Moran looked at his rotten-to-the-core expression and got even more annoyed.

Her pale, slender hand reached straight out in front of Yang Fei.

"Cut the crap and hand over my things."

Yang Fei looked at her with a squinty smile, his eyebrows twitching up and down.

"I haven't seen any 'things'. Describe them to , I'll help you look."

Moran suddenly struck. With a swish, the white lab coat on her body instantly turned into a long blade and ca chopping down at Yang Fei's head.

Moran's white lab coat was originally soft fabric, but once she infused it with Spirit Martial Qi, it was even more lethal than a real longsword.

Yang Fei let out a weird "wa-ooh" and jumped back.

Spirit Martial Qi rapidly condensed in the center of his palms.

A huge amount of Heaven and Earth Vital Energy ford a shield in his hands, blocking in front of his chest.

Moran's long blade whirled and howled, bringing sharp wind as it swept toward Yang Fei.

Yang Fei swung the shield in his hands, blocking every angle, not letting even a drop through.

In an instant, the two Spiritual Martial Arts Masters started trading blows right there among all the bottles and jars in the lab.

Moran's blade montum surged continuously toward Yang Fei, fast and vicious.

But Yang Fei launched Yu Step, his movents slippery as hell.

He was like a swimming fish, advancing and retreating like a god under Moran's storm-like assault.

The more Moran fought, the more shocked she beca.

Even though this guy's body was chubby and fat, the footwork he was stepping out was incredibly profound in its Mysteries.

Several tis, Yang Fei dodged her blade edge by a hair's breadth.

He shouted and yelped, darting left and right in the wind of Moran's blade, looking super dangerous but actually relaxed and safe.

In this lab, the experintal materials in all those bottles and jars were extrely precious.

Moran was afraid of wrecking the experintal equipnt, so she didn't dare push her Spiritual Origin Qi any harder, and the more she fought, the more her montum sagged.

All of a sudden, Moran stepped back and stood beside a rack of instrunts, withdrawing her blade aura, her face expressionless.

Yang Fei stood less than two ters away from her, looking at Moran with a squinty smile.

"What, you done already?"

Moran sighed and looked at Yang Fei helplessly.

"If you like it that much, just keep it. It's not worth much anyway."

Yang Fei instantly bead with joy and clapped his hands.

"That's more like it, this is the Goddess in my heart."

"I swear, you're the smartest, most beautiful and kindhearted lady doctor I've ever seen."

Moran almost ground her teeth to dust as she glared at Yang Fei.

"So you admit you took stuff from my lab?"

Yang Fei imdiately clapped his hands, stared blankly at Moran, and put on a total dimwit face.

"What are you talking about, I don't get it."

Moran nearly crushed her teeth.

She locked her gaze on Yang Fei's eyes for a long mont before spitting out a curse.

"Bastard!"

Yang Fei looked at Moran in exaggerated surprise, his eyes full of shock.

"My god, what did I just hear? A lady like Dr. Moran actually cussing soone out?"

Moran gnashed her teeth. She felt like every minute spent with this guy was torture.

Moran decided to just drop this trivial matter with Yang Fei and switched the topic.

"Your Kunlun fruit, I can refine it into gene fluid."

"I called you over to ask your opinion. Do you want First Level gene fluid or Second Level gene fluid?"

Yang Fei looked at Moran, shook his head, a bit confused.

"What's the difference between First Level gene fluid and Second Level gene fluid?"

Moran looked at him like he was an idiot. "You don't even know that?"

"Gene fluid is divided into Level 1–12. The higher the level, the purer the energy inside, and the easier it is for the human body to absorb."

Yang Fei was overjoyed and slapped his palms.

"In that case, is there even a question? Of course I want Second Level gene fluid."

"If possible, I'd also like so Third and Fourth Level Gene Fluid."

Moran snorted. "People's greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Don't be so greedy."

"Kunlun fruit can at most be refined into Second Level Gene Fluid. Even then, we still have to add a lot of precious materials."

As she spoke, a Wolf Grandma–like smile appeared in Moran's eyes.

"Now, let's talk about the material cost for this Second Level Gene Fluid, shall we?"

Yang Fei's heart gave a jolt, but his face stayed calm as he looked at Moran.

"So how do you want to calculate it?"

Moran grabbed a sticky note and scribbled a long list of dicinal nas on it.

So of these dicines were raw materials, others were code nas for chemical reagents. The list went on and on, filling up a full two pages.

She placed the sticky notes in front of Yang Fei and looked at him with a squinty smile.

"These are all the auxiliary materials needed to refine the Kunlun fruit."

"I did the math. It'll take about two million Gold Coins to buy everything."

As soon as Yang Fei heard that, he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Holy shit, why don't you just go rob a bank?"

Moran looked at him blandly, her tone very deep.

"That's right, I am robbing you. So what?"

Yang Fei widened his eyes and glared fiercely at Moran.

Moran's clear black-and-white eyes only looked back at him calmly.

Their gazes clashed in midair as if sparks were about to fly.

The next second, Yang Fei's expression changed oddly.

A fawning smile appeared on his face; he lowered his eyes ekly, suddenly all polite and humble.

"Moran, don't be like that. We're comrades-in-arms, right? Let's talk this out nicely!"