62: Chapter 62 This isn't a pharmaceutical factory, it's practically a matriarchal society!

"The system does not currently have 'Viagra', but it does have 'Super Adrenaline'. Would you like a shot?"

In his mind, the Red Queen's emotionless electronic voice answered Chen Yuan's internal monologue with complete seriousness.

Chen Yuan nearly spat out his drink.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, looking at the scene before him that could be called a "world-class masterpiece" of a shura field, feeling as though he wasn't facing a group of women, but a pile of nuclear reactors ready to explode at any moment.

The top-tier suite of Jile Nightclub had been converted into a temporary "Harem Conference Room".

The air was filled with the scent of various expensive perfumes, which, when mixed together, produced a pungent sensation similar to gunpowder.

"Newcomer."

Sophia held a decanter, her deep red qipao slit all the way to the top of her thigh, her movements exuding charm. She poured a glass of wine for Ada Wong, her tone polite, yet her eyes held the scrutiny of a main wife.

"Although you were the Assassin Queen, in Umbrella Corporation, I was the first to follow the boss. In terms of seniority, you should call me... Big Sister."

Ada Wong took the glass but didn't drink.

She had changed out of her provocative latex suit and into a black silk bathrobe. Her damp long hair draped over her shoulders, and her face, marked by a tear mole, appeared exceptionally enchanting under the lights.

"Big Sister?"

Ada Wong chuckled softly, her finger lightly tracing the rim of the glass. "In my line of work, only those stronger than me deserve for me to bow my head. How about... we go to the training room and spar? If you can last three minutes under my whip, I'll call you Big Sister."

"Snap!"

A butterfly knife was stabbed into the table between them.

Rosa sat on the armrest of the sofa, toying with another knife, her wild gaze scanning Ada Wong.

"This is San Verde, not your dark web."

Rosa licked her lips. "Here, having big fists is useful, but what's more important is... who can help the boss earn more money and kill more people. When it comes to killing, my drug trafficker legion is no worse than you."

Three women make a show.

Now there are five here.

In the corner, Natasha and Viper were glaring at each other like two fighting cocks.

"Russian, don't think that just because you provided intelligence, you can wash yourself clean."

Viper wiped the dagger in her hand and snorted coldly. "The boss is keeping you because you still have utility value. Once you're drained dry, I will personally send you back to Siberia to dig potatoes."

"Is that so?"

Natasha puffed out her chest, and those proud curves made Viper subconsciously look down at herself, causing her face to darken even further.

"Unfortunately, the boss seems to prefer the 'bigger' type like me." Natasha smiled provocatively. "Besides, my nanite compatibility is better than yours. As I am now, I can crush you with one hand."

"Enough."

Chen Yuan finally couldn't help it.

He slammed his wine glass onto the coffee table, producing a sharp sound.

The room instantly fell silent.

All the women's gazes focused on him. The atmosphere, which had just been tense and ready for battle, instantly turned into the docility of those waiting for their master to feed them.

"I had you come here to celebrate, not to hold a martial arts contest to find a husband."

Chen Yuan leaned back on the sofa, spreading his arms, his gaze sweeping over this group of stunning beauties, each with their own unique charm.

The hot and shrewd Sophia, the untamable Rosa, the cold and arrogant Natasha, the sharp-edged Viper, and the newly subdued, slightly mysterious Ada Wong.

Plus the expressionless Alice behind him, who controlled everything.

How is this a Pharmaceutical Factory?

This is clearly the Cave of the Silk Web.

"Since you all have so much energy, don't just sit there."

Chen Yuan pointed to the red wine on the table. "Tonight, whoever drinks the other under the table first will have the qualifications to..."

He paused deliberately, his eyes becoming ambiguous:

"Stay behind and help me 'sober up'."

This was practically pouring a ladle of water into a frying pan.

The eyes of the women lit up instantly.

"Drink it is! Who's afraid of whom!"

Sophia was the first to raise her glass and downed it in one gulp. "I've been in the nightlife scene for ten years, I've never been afraid of anyone!"

"I'll keep you company to the end." Ada Wong raised her glass elegantly, her eyes provocative.

"Count me in!" Rosa refused to be outdone.

Even the usually calmest Natasha and Viper joined the fray.

For a time, glasses were clinking, and the air was filled with the soft chatter of women.

Chen Yuan sat in the middle, enjoying treatment fit for an emperor.

One moment it was grapes peeled by Sophia, the next it was a cigar handed over by Rosa, and then it was Ada Wong's hands, brushing against his thigh occasionally.

Painful, yet happy.

This is the taste of power.

As long as you are strong enough, even these deadly poisons that should have been killing each other will compete to bloom their most beautiful sides for you.

Just as Chen Yuan was slightly tipsy, considering who he should choose for the night, or perhaps just going for a "group sleep together".

"Beep—beep—beep—"

A series of urgent communication request sounds rang in his mind, completely out of place.

It was the encrypted channel.

From the core laboratory on the fifth underground floor.

Chen Yuan's eyes instantly cleared up a bit. He knew that if it wasn't a matter of utmost importance, that mad scientist would never disturb him at this time.

"Connect."

He ordered in his mind.

The next second, Dr. Zola's signature, manic laughter with a neurotic tremolo, exploded through the neural link:

"Boss! We succeeded! Hahahaha! We succeeded!"

"That sample you gave me... the one extracted from Lady Mary's blood! I've cracked its decay pattern!"

"Although it can't reverse life and death like the nanites, I've found a way to solidify cell vitality!"

Zola's voice became shrill from extreme excitement:

"[Youth-Preserving Pill]... I mean, the commercial version of [youth no. 1], the mass production technology has broken through!"

"The cost has been pushed down to one hundred dollars per unit! But the effect... it can make a sixty-year-old woman's skin return to the state of a thirty-year-old, and maintain it for a whole year!"

Chen Yuan sat up straight suddenly.

He pushed away Sophia, who was just about to feed him wine, the drunkenness in his eyes wiped away, replaced by the shrewd light of a businessman that was even more fanatical than when looking at beautiful women.

A cost of one hundred dollars.

Restoring youth.

Maintaining for one year.

What do these three words combined mean?

It means this is no longer an occasional "miracle" that leaked out, but a continuous golden river that can empty the wallets of women all over the world.

"Sorry, ladies."

Chen Yuan stood up, tidied his slightly messy shirt, and revealed an apologetic yet unrefusable smile on his face:

"Tonight's 'sobering up' activity is cancelled."

"Because..."

He looked at the pitch-black night sky outside the window, as if seeing mountains of gold rising from the horizon:

"I'm going to print money."