The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows the Male Protagonist

The man beside him immediately handed over the information he had prepared.

"We have already tested it on living bodies, but the results are not good. Although bonobos are the closest to human genes, they are not human, so... the experiment has failed...."

Liu Haoyu was reading the information in his hands quickly as he walked, listening to the verbal accounts of the people around him. In contrast, hundreds of people in protective clothing followed behind him in quiet and reverent silence...

He first took a seat at the top of the conference room, and then the people behind sat down in order, according to their position and rank here.

"Have all the things been checked?" After putting the information on the table, he curled his index finger and rhythmically tapped the table while asking casually.

But the crisp sound of Liu Haoyu tapping on the desk was particularly depressing in this quiet space with aluminium walls on all sides and white lights.

The person sitting to the lower left of Liu Haoyu looked sideways at him and replied respectfully, "I just arrived today, and I've already run the second stage of genetic tests."

"What about you? How is it going with what I told you to do?" Liu Haoyu nodded, then looked at the man sitting third from the right. His voice was very soft and calm, but the man who was suddenly asked shivered and sat upright, "No.1 has already made contact with that person."

"Very good..." Liu Haoyu suddenly put his whole body into the chair, and the entire person seemed to be in a good mood...

"Keep an eye on her, and help her to communicate with the other side faster when necessary. The latest results are being used on No. 2, and you can help out in the back if necessary. Understand?"

Liu Haoyu played with the lipstick that he had just taken out of Zhou Min's pocket while holding her in the living room. His tone was light and casual, but it made the crowd shiver. No one dared to say anything ......

Liu Haoyu raised his head and saw that no one was saying anything. He stretched out his hand, not speaking. Someone immediately handed him a pen. Liu Haoyu began to write and draw on the paper he had received.

Everyone's eyes immediately started to light up as they stared at the white paper that Liu Haoyu was writing on until they saw a sheet of paper filled with incomprehensible but, in their eyes, extraordinarily precious and magical formulas for biology, chemistry and material things!

As Liu Haoyu casually threw out the sheets of paper filled with formulas without a care in the world, the two men standing beside him became more and more excited, more and more agitated, more and more frantic...

The pen and cap reunited into one, and Liu Haoyu put the pen down and got up, moving with grace and elegance. He took three steps back while everyone else pounced on him like a hungry tiger on a sheep. In groups of three or five, they each held a piece of paper filled with different formulas of life, chemistry and objects, muttering and occasionally laughing wildly, "Yes, yes, yes, I have always felt that something was wrong. Right here."

"Yes, that's it, that's how we can integrate....."

Unlike everyone else's excitement, Liu Haoyu looked on coldly as if he wasn't the one causing the commotion. With a cynical, mocking, uninterested look in his eyes, he then turned to leave, only to stop halfway, "By the way, I don't like to do anything unclean... about the Qi family. I hope this is the first and last time, otherwise....."

The other half of his face, shockingly lit by the white light reflecting off the aluminium wall, curdled their skin. His lips were as red as blood, his eyes as black as an abyss, and his faint smile, slightly hooked, was feminine and casual. But they felt the taste of blood so thick it made them tremble.

He did not deliberately amplify his voice. It was still the same tone as before, but in this atmosphere full of excitement and agitation, it was like a pause so that everyone dared not ignore it. This man was like a devil, like a shura, but it was the man they worshipped like a god. He was strong enough to be the one to set the rules of the jungle! And Liu Haoyu was that man!

Zhou Min talked for a long time until anger covered Zhou Min again. Mainly because of Zhou Min's stupid and stunning IQ, the system made up her mind that the attribute points obtained by completing this task must be added to the depressing IQ!

It was tough to communicate when your IQ was not online! It was like squabbling with a chicken or duck!