78: Chapter 78 This interview is a bit unconventional, but I like it.

The dim lights flickered, and in the penthouse suite of Jile Nightclub, the air was thick enough to be squeezed out like water.

Such a place was clearly not a location to seriously discuss "global supply chains" or "bioethics," but Samantha did not care.

What she wanted was the truth, a fatal blow that could knock this man off his pedestal.

"Mr. Chen, if you are always this composed, I will feel like I am chatting with a machine."

Samantha stretched out her slender fingers, gently sliding them along the rim of the crystal-clear goblet.

Today, she was wearing an extremely form-fitting deep-V evening gown, and her semi-hidden curves were looming in the soft light.

Chen Yuan leaned back in the sofa, his posture as lazy as a lion that had just finished a full meal.

He raised his glass in a gesture, the liquor swirling in the cup.

"Machines certainly wouldn't appreciate a woman as beautiful as you, Ms. Samantha."

Samantha let out a coquettish laugh, a trace of imperceptible cunning hidden in her smile.

She elegantly took a tiny silver flask from her handbag and added some liquor to both of their glasses.

"This is a brew from my hometown; it can make people… speak their true thoughts. Dare you try it?"

This trick was cliché, but extremely effective.

Especially when paired with her ambiguous demeanor at this moment, as if she were about to press herself against him.

Chen Yuan watched the tiny bubbles rising in the liquor, and the Red Queen's warning sounded instantly in his mind.

【Detected high-purity sodium thiopental derivative, mixed with trace amounts of hallucinogens.】

【Suggested action: This concentration is ineffective against the Host's reinforced nervous system and can be directly metabolized.】

The smile at the corners of Chen Yuan's mouth deepened.

This woman was truly indomitable.

"As long as it is wine handed over by a beautiful woman, I will drink even poisoned wine."

Chen Yuan stared into her eyes, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp.

Samantha's breathing hitched slightly, and she stared fixedly at Chen Yuan's throat.

He drank it. He actually drank it.

Two minutes. In just two more minutes, this man who held countless biochemical secrets would become her marionette.

"Mr. Chen, shall we… go sit in the lounge? The sofa there is softer."

Samantha's voice became extremely soft and sweet.

She stood up, took the opportunity to take Chen Yuan's arm, and her whole body was almost hanging off him.

Chen Yuan stood up compliantly, his body swayed, and his eyes seemed to start becoming unfocused.

"Sure, the… scenery there is indeed quite nice."

The door to the lounge slowly closed.

Chen Yuan slumped into that huge velvet sofa, tilting his head back slightly, as if the drug had already taken effect.

Samantha locked the door behind her, and the coquettishness on her face transformed in an instant into a kind of almost twisted fanaticism.

She pulled a precision voice recorder from the holster on her inner thigh and pressed the record button.

"Now, Chen Yuan, tell me."

She leaned close to Chen Yuan's face, her voice low and powerful, as if conducting some kind of deep hypnosis.

"What exactly are those 'Tyrants' of yours? What is hidden under the Nevada base? Why are you targeting Johnson & Johnson?"

Chen Yuan's head tilted to one side, muttering indistinctly.

"Secrets… they are all… secrets."

Samantha was trembling with excitement; she felt she was standing on the edge of the scoop of the century.

"Say it! Tell me! Behind all of this…"

As she spoke, she tried to unbutton Chen Yuan's shirt, wanting to further dismantle his defenses through physical contact.

However, just the moment her fingers touched Chen Yuan's skin.

Chen Yuan's eyes, which had originally been unfocused, suddenly became as clear as snow.

It was like a pool of stagnant water being split open by lightning.

"Ah!"

Samantha screamed, discovering that her wrist was being held tightly by Chen Yuan.

The force was astonishingly great, almost crushing her bones.

"Your drug is not bad, Ms. Samantha."

Chen Yuan sat up straight, where was there any trace of drunkenness on his face?

He even smacked his lips as if still wanting more, commenting: "It's just that the taste is a bit bitter, and the texture is a little spicy."

"You… how is it possible that you are fine?"

Samantha struggled in terror, only to find that she couldn't muster any strength in her whole body.

A strange sensation of weakness and soreness quickly spread from her spine to her limbs.

This feeling was too familiar.

This was… the prelude to her "truth serum" taking effect? No, the drug was clearly meant for Chen Yuan to drink!

"Don't guess anymore."

Chen Yuan let go of her hand, watching her slide limply into his arms.

"When it comes to playing with drugs, I am your ancestor."

"Just when you pressed yourself against me earlier, I smeared something even more interesting on the back of your neck."

Chen Yuan reached out and unhurriedly took off Samantha's black-rimmed glasses.

Without the obstruction of the glasses, this intellectual face was now full of terror and shame.

"It just so happens that I've been having a bit of insomnia lately because of that 'big bat'."

Chen Yuan gripped her chin, his eyes wandering unscrupulously over her nearly limp, delicate body.

"Since you like interviewing so much, as a reward, I'll give you a free… comprehensive physical examination."

"No… Chen Yuan! If you dare to touch me… The New York Times will…"

Samantha's voice grew smaller and smaller, finally turning into a series of rapid gasps.

"Shh."

Chen Yuan blocked her lips.

"Here, I am the newspaper, and I am the law."

"This interview has only just entered the main topic."

...

The next morning.

Golden sunlight spilled into the penthouse suite, and the hustle and bustle of San Verde returned.

Samantha, wrapped in a messy bathrobe, walked out of the room, looking utterly dejected.

Her signature intellectual short hair was now as messy as a bird's nest.

In her originally sharp eyes, there was now only deep bewilderment and a kind of lingering fear after being completely destroyed.

She had not obtained any dirt on the Umbrella Corporation.

On the contrary.

In her handbag, there was an extra micro-memory card.

That was what Alice had personally "given" her just now.

It recorded how she tried to drug him last night, how she actively threw herself into his arms, and high-definition continuous shots from various angles.

As long as these things saw the light of day.

Never mind the Pulitzer Prize; she would never be able to hold her head up in the journalism world again in her life.

"Ms. Samantha, the boss says he looks forward to your next report."

Alice stood at the doorway, still holding that cup of warm black tea, her tone so polite it was chilling.

Samantha's body trembled slightly.

She rushed into the elevator without looking back, as if a man-eating demon were standing behind her.

The moment the elevator door closed, Chen Yuan appeared at the end of the corridor.

He was wearing a black bathrobe, holding the voice recorder of Samantha's that had already been broken.

"Boss, she is a hidden danger."

Alice walked behind Chen Yuan, a flash of killing intent appearing in her eyes.

"No, this kind of hidden danger is the most useful."

Chen Yuan casually threw the voice recorder into the trash can.

"An enemy with a handle held against them is sometimes more loyal than a hundred obedient allies."

Just then, Victor ran out of another elevator in a hurry.

"Boss! Boss! Good news!"

He was holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, his face fat trembling with excitement.

"Our global security license has been approved!"

"Whether it's the mines in South Africa or the oil fields in the Middle East, as long as they pay, we can now legally send Tyrants to 'protect' them!"

Chen Yuan turned his head, looked at Victor, and a wildly ambitious arc appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"The license has been approved?"

"Yes! It just arrived!"

Victor chuckled.

"Since the identity is now legal…"

Chen Yuan patted Victor on the shoulder and looked toward the busy industrial zone in the distance.

"Victor, go notify Ada Wong."

"Boss, what are your orders?"

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone revealed the dominance of a ruler over the world.

"We are going to establish our own security company."

"I've already thought of the name, let's call it…"

"Umbrella International Security Service Company."