Blade Warrior's facial twitch was fleeting, and in an instant, he appeared to give up on the argument, sighing, "After all, a clone is just a clone. Even if the transplantation of the lower limbs is successful, there's still a possibility of exhaustion. To preserve the biological activity, it's necessary to rearrange the chromosomes and create a Special Elixir—it's quite difficult, you know..."

Seeing Hugo's somewhat suppressed expression, Blade Warrior offered an apologetic smile, looking indescribably troubled, "But after all, he's Feng Yi's comrade-in-arms. If Brother Hugo says so, it's not impossible. Such an elixir will involve issues of technological secrecy, so..." At that moment, Blade Warrior turned into a woman who seemed to twist and wring with difficulty.

As Feng Yi saw the situation, his brows furrowed. Despite Blade Warrior's harmless exterior, warm and healing smile, and the pitiful, sympathetic look that seemed to invite comfort, who would know the twisted heart hidden behind her mature, implicit smile? She was a bitch who reveled in swallowing people whole and clean, never tiring of her game.

Yes, if you judged her purely by appearances, you'd be far too naive. Seeing her thin lips, the light coat of lipstick, her eyes twinkling with intelligence amid sorrow, the almost non-existent eyeshadow, flesh-colored manicure as delicate as bare hands, and that harmless innocence that disarmed everyone—an appearance of a Saint who wouldn't refuse anyone—who would know that it was precisely this enticing get-up that was crafted to stir a man's protective instincts? She was a bitch, a green tea drinker, a scumbag, and Feng Yi felt that he must say something now.

"In fact..." But as soon as he uttered the words "in fact," his body was comforted by Blade Warrior. Resting her small head against Feng Yi's shoulder, she said, "Hey, Feng Yi, you haven't told Brother Hugo about our relationship, have you?"

"Ah, that..." Feng Yi turned to Blade Warrior and found her gazing at him with a tender smile. "No!" When he said that word, Feng Yi was somewhat at a loss for words, but somehow he felt that if he contradicted her today, he would surely be in trouble.

So, after some roundabout probing, Blade Warrior eventually grandly signed a 20-year secrecy contract with Hugo. After all, she was still a weak woman, eh? And then, on top of that, Hugo signed a bodyguard agreement.

This was the rhythm of selling oneself. Feng Yi knew all too well there was no good in this, and he wanted to tell Hugo to take it easy, brother, but who would have known that a capable super-soldier like this would become her enforcer in such a roundabout way?

Next came the time for the physical examination, and Hugo had no choice. Having a female doctor was actually fine, but who would expect not one, but two unbelievably beautiful women, with skin so delicate it could shatter at the touch? This would somewhat embarrass Hugo, wouldn't it?

He wheeled himself over to the container, then started to undress, lay down flat, and put on the breathing apparatus. Soon, the prone Hugo was transported into the conical liquefaction chamber, and as the chamber door slowly closed, he curiously examined his surroundings...

"Close your eyes, don't look around; you won't see anything. You might even get some strange liquid squirted into your eyes," Blade Warrior whispered into the intercom, holding it to Hugo's head which was donned with the oxygen device.

Those words sounded a bit odd—why did they seem so dirty? Really now, here he was, supposedly a Saint, and yet caught up in such baseless thoughts, Hugo felt ashamed of himself.

Yita, too, was wide-eyed, seeing a living male body for the first time. She was more curious about such matters.

Feng Yi felt somewhat embarrassed, staring at the rapidly ascending numbers on the computer. With nothing else to do, he eventually fell asleep sitting there...

Half an hour passed in wait, and when Feng Yi awoke, it was already half an hour later. Looking at Hugo, he too had fallen asleep under the effect of the sedative. Hearing Blade Warrior muttering something, he simply asked, "How's it going? Isn't this taking too long?"

"It's already done. Let him sleep a bit longer."

"And the result?"

"The result is not ideal. Haven't you seen that his body is littered with lots of needles? I'm conducting the DNA optimization selection. All of these samples have to be drawn from various parts of the body. Besides, his physical condition isn't that good, only just enough to support the transplant. Of course, the physical cycle to cultivate and transplant a clone is very long, probably a few months at least."

"Damn! That long? Then just let him stay here; I have other missions. Make sure to keep the messages coming to me extra secret," Feng Yi said, ready to leave—he didn't want to stay here all the time.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? In this time, I could completely fit him with a mechanical leg that would allow him to move freely."

"How long will that take?"

"About a day should do it."

So, through the technology of electromagnetic stimulation and after a whole day's worth of attempts, Blade Warrior finally got a preliminary understanding of Hugo's brain circuits and configured a separate Brain Domain magnetic device for him.

This was a very interesting device, one Feng Yi could hardly believe without seeing. Whenever Blade Warrior stimulated the device through the head, Hugo's body would respond according to the stimulated area. For instance, when Blade Warrior stimulated a region 2mm at the back of the head and used electromagnetism for guidance, Hugo's knee would jerk up high like a windmill. And when Blade Warrior guided differently, other parts of Hugo's body would also react.

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