Ian smirked. "You're a funny one, Ms. Fisher. He may be special, but don't speak of him like he's my equal."He was clearly unaware that Frank had saved Alda. It was a big world, and Frank's field was not modern medicine, so it was not surprising that Ian remained oblivious."Then why don't you test your skills against his?" Sue asked, amused.She really held contempt against Ian's haughty attitude, whether toward herself or Frank."Let's see if this survives this first." Ian shrugged, not worried about Sue's challenge—he had no hopes for this experiment like the rest of the bigwigs.Regeneration sounded like the fantasy it was from the get-go, and he would certainly like to see what Igor could do against that!That was when the red light outside the lab lit up, signaling the start of the experiment.Everyone turned to look, fully focused as Frank was inserted into a see-through glass box. He was covered in needles, which were injecting him with fluids of weird colors.Seemingl
Jouri Yelin had come proposing a nuclear power station project, did she not?And she was an executive and no footsoldier—which meant she had an interest in building it.Perhaps she had predicted the spiritron vein's intentions and was planning to help it?Confused, Frank asked bluntly, "You've met Jouri?""You're sharp, as expected of my master," the golden dragon said. "Don't worry—I may appear reckless, but I wouldn't use you as a lab rat without some extent of assurance. There's an 80% chance of success in this case, which was why I decided to go ahead with it."And with those words, it waved its hand, and a chessboard manifested. "We'd be waiting for a while, so why don't we play a round of chess to stave away the boredom?""Sure, but it'd be boring if we didn't make a bet. How about a question if I win?"The golden dragon laughed. "You took the words right out of my mouth. That's exactly what I have in mind—and if I win, you must promise me one thing!""Of course!"Man a
Sue was not bothered at all by Ian's departure as she stared fixedly at the instruments in the lab and hoped for a miracle.That was when Igor flung a syringe to the floor. "What the hell?! I asked for epinephrine, not hormones! You can kill a man with the wrong substance!"If he had not recognized that it was the wrong syringe because of the color, Frank would be dead!"I'm sorry!"The assistant was mortified but quickly reached for the intended epinephrine to Igor.However, he was so nervous that his hands were shaking, and he dropped it before he could pass it to Igor."Get out!" Igor snapped, chasing him out while picking up the epinephrine.He stood beside Frank, wiping the sweat off his brow as this was his final option.If this injection went in and Frank still did not respond, it was game over for him—and not the vegetative state Ian mentioned either, but simple brain death!That would be the worst case, as Frank's vital signs would remain normal but his consciousnes
Even as Igor received the syringe, the chess match in the void had led to the endgame.The golden dragon might be skilled, but Frank did not let up and eventually won by a narrow margin!While others would think that there was not much gap in their skill, only the golden dragon knew how sharp Frank's mind was.It would either be a win or a loss in chess—there was no such thing as close, even if it was by one move."It seems that I still have much room for improvement!" The golden dragon did not hold back on its flattery.Frank chuckled. "I was just using an exploit. You've been playing against yourself, so anything you've learned might not necessarily be right. It's like art—if you're not learning from the best, it just won't do!"The golden dragon nodded. "You're right. I think so too! And it's not the best thing to do either—I should also consider how to elevate your Mystic Sky Guild."And with those words, the golden dragon disappeared.-Igor was preparing the syringe when
"Interesting!"Frank was just as surprised as Igor, and come to think of it, Igor's research really had not much to do with this success.Perhaps the spiritron vein was helping in secret, or it already had a plan in mind on how to work with Igor's research!Not bothered to dwell on it since he would never uncover the truth, Frank simply moved on to his pursuit of immortality. "How should I cooperate in this research?"He was not actually interested in pursuing immortality, but he had to with the spiritron vein in play—playing along with its wish would just avoid plenty of unnecessary trouble."Easy. I just need cell samples—hair, nails…"Anything Igor needed, Frank allowed him to take.Interestingly, his regeneration ability was not just confined to the skin—any hair and nail that was extracted would regrow instantly! It was as if the universe was a sandbox game and Frank was an NPC that would reappear during fixed intervals!Igor chuckled as he looked on. "I have a bold theory
"Sign this to finalize your divorce if you have no further questions," the woman in a flowery dress said as she pushed a sheet of paper toward Frank Lawrence.They were seated at Lane Manor, and Frank's sharp brows furrowed as he stared at the divorce agreement before turning to the woman who was his mother in law, Gina Zonda. "What's this?"Gina folded her arms across her chest and said flatly, "Lane Holdings has just gone public—that means the gap between you and Helen are growing ever further apart. Since you're no help to her in her career, all you would do is tie her down, and it's therefore ideal for you to divorce her sooner."Frank smiled bitterly. "Is this what Helen thinks, or is that what you think?"Gina glowered. "This is what every member of my family thinks. Henry may have arranged this marriage between you and Helen, but we've been kind to you as you freeloaded from us over the last three years. Sign this if you know what's good for you."Frank inhaled deeply.For
As Frank strode out of Lane Manor, he turned to look at the place he lived at for three years.He had come here all alone and now left empty-handed.Just then, a Rolls-Royce sped toward him from a distance, stopping just beside him. The door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed sharply in a suit alighted, grinning broadly as he jogged up to Frank. "Mr. Lawrence…""What are you doing here?" Frank asked as he stared at the man—he was Trevor Zurich, the CEO of Trevor International. "I've recently partnered with your wife for a development project in West City, and I've come to discuss the details with her," Trevor admitted.Frank nodded but said, "There's no need for a discussion—Helen now has the Wesley family's backing and doesn't need ours, and she's no longer my wife.""What?!" Trevor exclaimed, flabbergasted. "What's going on?""Helen and I got divorced," Frank admitted. "From now on, there's no connection between myself and the Lanes."Then, turning toward Trevor and gen
Frank was napping in Trevor's car when his phone rang, waking him up.Seeing that it was Helen, he answered and promptly heard her asking coldly, "Frank, are you with Mr. Zurich right now?"Frank glanced at Trevor, who was sitting beside him. "Yeah."Helen took a deep breath to calm her rising blood pressure—it seemed that Peter was not lying!"You disappoint me, Frank," she growled. "If you're upset, you can tell it to my face—why backstab my family?"Frank rubbed his temple as he replied, "Would you believe it if I told you that I didn't?""Then why would Mr. Zurich leave right after arriving at my doorstep?!" Helen demanded. "He also annulled our partnership!""Trevor's decision is his own and has nothing to do with me."Convinced that Frank was a coward and would not admit to it, Helen was left seething and growling at every word. "You really disappoint me."Frank's voice suddenly turned cool as well. "It seems all you care about is what you want to believe and not the act