The assistant paled on the other side. Mingshen was known to be unreasonable if he was in a bad mood. There was a huge thing to say and explain so many things, but he was allowed to use three words only. He wanted to cry but lacked tears to shed.
"Boss…"
"Three seconds or cut your neck yourself. One, two…" Mingshen had already begun counting his death sentence.
"Subject076 heartbeat measured!"
His eyes flew open and he sprung up on his feet. "I am coming," he coldly said.
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In the Yang mansion itself, Mingshen had built his base which was more of a lab for his experiments and research. There were many rooms that he used to conduct his medical stuff.
He saw his assistant patiently waiting for him and as soon as he came to view, he straightened up. "Boss!"
