36: Chapter 36 Since you value superior genes so much, why don't you... come and borrow them yourself?

The voice on the phone was not loud, but it struck Lin Yuan's nerves like a heavy hammer.

The memories from his past life, drowned in blood and fire, surged wildly in his brain.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen! Shen Qingyue's biological mother.

The woman who vanished into thin air before the apocalypse broke out, only to descend upon Jiangcheng like a deity after the apocalypse arrived.

In his past life, not only did she awaken an A-grade Enhancement-type Superpower, but more terrifyingly, she was an Ancient Martial Arts Grandmaster herself!

The combination of the two allowed her to tear apart an S-grade Mutant in the middle of a Zombie Horde! She became famous in a single battle!

In his past life, how could Shen Qingyue become the leader of a small shelter?

Aside from the support of Lin Yuan, that god of pure love, it was also because she was Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's daughter.

In this life, because of the butterfly effect of his rebirth, Grandmaster Ling Suzhen had returned early!

"Boss?" Shadow noticed the change in Lin Yuan's aura.

"Stay here. No one is allowed to follow me."

Lin Yuan hung up the phone and issued the order.

Facing a monster of this caliber, it would be suicide for Lu Yan and the others to go.

Not only would it be useless, but it would also expose the trump cards of Tiangong No. 1 prematurely.

Lin Yuan turned around and stepped into the george patton that Fat Dragon had repaired.

The off-road vehicle tore through the muddy water of the construction site and sped towards the city center.

Half an hour later.

Rose Garden Residential Area, the floor where apartment 1201 was located.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides.

Lin Yuan stepped out of the elevator, and the scene in the corridor made him pause slightly.

The thirty thugs newly sent by Fat Dragon were lying scattered across the spacious corridor.

There wasn't a single drop of blood.

But everyone's jaws were dislocated, and they couldn't even scream.

Their limbs were twisted at extremely bizarre angles; their shoulder joints, elbow joints, and knee joints had all been dislocated using an extremely precise and ruthless technique.

Thirty men who had spent years licking blood off the edge of a knife were now like piles of mud, able only to look at Lin Yuan with eyes filled with extreme terror.

This terrifying control over force was something that modern combat could simply not achieve.

Lin Yuan expressionlessly stepped over the bodies on the ground and walked to the door of 1201.

The door was unlocked and left slightly ajar.

He pushed the door open.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen was wearing a deep purple, high-slit qipao, sitting upright on the leather sofa in the main seat.

She held a cup of hot tea in her hand, slowly skimming the foam.

And at her feet, Qin Yumo was wearing a black tactical vest, kneeling on one knee.

Her right arm hung limply at her side; it was clearly dislocated.

Cold sweat soaked her back, outlining her explosive muscle lines.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Qin Yumo suddenly looked up.

"You've arrived." Grandmaster Ling Suzhen spoke, but she didn't even lift her eyelids.

Lin Yuan did not look at Grandmaster Ling Suzhen.

He walked straight to Qin Yumo and crouched down.

He reached out with his right hand and gripped Qin Yumo's dislocated right shoulder.

He applied force and twisted.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the bone was precisely reset.

Qin Yumo let out a muffled groan, her face turning pale.

Lin Yuan stood up and pulled Qin Yumo up in one motion.

"Stand behind me."

On the sofa, Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's hand holding the teacup paused in mid-air.

Her gaze finally fell on Lin Yuan.

"Your vitality is much stronger than before. Your footsteps are steady, and your muscle density far exceeds that of a normal person."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen took a sip of tea, her tone aloof, as if she were commenting on a piece of merchandise.

"But a mere mortal, no matter how strong they train, is just a slightly larger ant."

Just then, the sliding door of the kitchen was carefully pulled open.

Shen Qingyue walked out.

She had clearly slipped into the kitchen shortly after arriving, wearing Wang Ya's ill-fitting black apron, her hair messily tied behind her head.

She was holding a tray in her hands, which emitted a burnt smell.

The once high-and-mighty female CEO of Xinghui Group, who had never lifted a finger, was now trying to use this extremely clumsy "virtuous wife and mother" act to awaken the warmth of the days when Lin Yuan was a "househusband."

"Lin Yuan... you're back."

Shen Qingyue's voice trembled, carrying a deliberate attempt to please.

She placed the two plates of charred food on the dining table and nervously wiped her hands on her apron.

"I... I made sweet and sour pork ribs according to your old recipe. Although it's a bit burnt, I'll learn slowly in the future."

Seeing that Lin Yuan didn't speak, Shen Qingyue thought he had softened.

"It was that beast Lu Feng! It was he who cheated me out of my money, and it was he who bribed someone to break your brakes!"

She took two steps forward, trying to grab Lin Yuan's hand.

"I have already seen his true colors. Can we go back to how things were? I promise to live a good life with you from now on..."

Shen Qingyue looked up with tears in her eyes.

She firmly believed that everything Lin Yuan had done before was because of love turning into hate.

As long as she was willing to bow her head, this man who had loved her for three years would definitely change his mind.

"Shen Qingyue."

Lin Yuan dodged her hand and said, "A broken mirror is hard to mend. Let's go our separate ways."

Shen Qingyue's hand holding the plate froze in mid-air, her face deathly pale.

She had thought that by lowering her posture and even pushing all the blame onto Lu Feng, Lin Yuan would fawn over her just like before.

She couldn't accept that she, the high-and-mighty goddess, was now, in this man's eyes, not even worth as much as a plate of burnt food.

"Presumptuous!"

A furious shout exploded in the living room.

Bang!

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen slammed her palm onto the solid wood coffee table in front of her.

Crack, crack, crack!

A series of tooth-aching cracking sounds came from inside the two-inch-thick solid wood, and then it suddenly collapsed into a pile of wood fragments.

The teacup on the coffee table lost its support and fell.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen reached out with her right hand and steadily caught the teacup without spilling a drop of water.

She slowly stood up.

Her deep purple qipao fluttered without any wind.

An extremely terrifying and suffocating aura instantly enveloped the entire living room.

Qin Yumo only felt as if a giant boulder were pressing on her chest.

"Don't push your luck."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen stared at Lin Yuan.

"Without my consent, on what grounds did you get a divorce?"

"Do you really think that when I chose you to marry back then, it was because I valued your pathetic deep affection?"

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen let out a cold snort, tearing open a secret that had been hidden for three years, bloody and raw.

"I chose you back then because I saw your medical examination report in the National Gene Bank."

"No father, no mother, no background, but your genetic sequence was extremely pure."

With every step Grandmaster Ling Suzhen took, the floor trembled slightly.

"In my eyes, you were just a stud tool used to improve the genes of future generations!"

"A stud tool!"

These four words pierced into Lin Yuan's eardrums like a sharp knife.

In his past life, he had worked himself to the bone for Shen Qingyue, even risking his life to seize the serum.

It turned out that in other people's eyes, he wasn't even considered a person, just a breeding boar used for reproduction!

Extreme humiliation.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen stopped two meters in front of Lin Yuan, pronouncing the sentence from a high position.

"Go and remarry tomorrow."

"Otherwise..."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen stomped her right foot fiercely.

Crack!

The hard marble floor instantly cracked into spiderweb-like fissures, centered on her toes.

The killing intent completely locked onto Lin Yuan.

The temperature in the living room dropped to freezing point.

Lin Yuan expressionlessly looked at Grandmaster Ling Suzhen.

Fight?

Relying on his current attributes and system bonuses, if he used all his trump cards, Lin Yuan had a seventy percent chance of being able to beat Grandmaster Ling Suzhen to death right here.

However, he couldn't fight.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen didn't say it, but Lin Yuan knew that this woman definitely had a very deep official background behind her.

The apocalypse was still more than two months away.

If he killed her now, or exposed his strength that far exceeded that of a normal person, it would immediately attract the attention of the state apparatus.

By then, the fortress plan of Tiangong No. 1 and the massive stockpiling of supplies would all be exposed.

The cost of his apocalyptic fortress would increase geometrically.

Lin Yuan looked up at this woman:

"My genes are a bit wasted on Shen Qingyue."

Lin Yuan leaned forward slightly, his highly aggressive gaze scanning Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's graceful qipao-clad figure without restraint,

"Since you value high-quality genes so much, why don't you... come and borrow them yourself?"