A red flash swept through, slicing the air with a piercing whistle.

Under the moonlight, the Red Dragonfly’s tongue blossomed into three parts, each part lined with thorn-like taste buds, secreting a luminous green mucus.

This mutated long tongue twisted like a living creature, carving an "S" shaped trajectory, reminiscent of a venomous snake’s attack, aiming fiercely at Zuo Bai’s ear.

"Didn’t you promise to give us your head?"

"Why are you still dodging?"

The high-frequency vibrations of the tongue emitted sound waves almost identical to the resonance frequency of the nanotechnology chip.

Zuo Bai’s head buzzed, as if the chip inside his skull was under viral attack.

His vision suddenly started to distort, exploding into a flashing blue light on his retina, much like a computer blue screen.

Simultaneously, he heard the faint "zzz" in his skull, the noise made when biological chips overload.

"Physical attacks are just the facade, accompanied by other insidious tricks, strongly interfering with the chip inside my skull?"

Zuo Bai’s heart kept sinking, feeling as if he was being deliberately targeted.

In the eyes of the world, the most terrifying aspect of the [Destiny] organization is their madness.

Indeed, madness is surely [Destiny]’s most striking label, but their madness is different from the conventional sense.

Their [madness] is not like the hysteria of mental patients, but more like a deadly strain meticulously cultivated in a laboratory.

The twisted chaotic patterns on the surface of the strain are merely their outer skin, and peeling off the skin reveals suffocating cunning.

Just like the Red Dragonfly, who replaced her tongue especially for dealing with Zuo Bai beforehand.

Her makeup bag slung low on her waist, containing 12 separate compartments, each wrapped around a tongue with varying shapes.

Each tongue is her collection, like a woman’s lipstick or a man’s tie.

For different encounters, the Red Dragonfly would put on different tongues.

Just like today, to meet with Zuo Bai, she replaced her tongue with one having a particularly romantic name, called "Poisonous Love Science."

Take Master of Ceremonies, for instance, who rarely uses guns.

But today, to deal with the Calamity Corpse Sect, he brought along a sniper rifle, and even added "seeds" to it.

Right at the start, he gave Zuo Bai a customized "greeting" by Destiny.

You see, Team 103 usually doesn’t easily expose their identity, but at this moment, their entrance was undoubtedly high-profile, directly showing their calling card.

The effect was outstanding, as Zuo Bai instantly became a lonely commander.

What should have been a group battle turned into a one-on-one duel!

Behind this lies deep manipulation.

To put it bluntly, they’re not just crazy, they know they’re crazy and use this madness to intimidate enemies, especially their peers.

In these decades, [Destiny] has always "reorganized" the industry’s order with various flashy reasons, controlling the number of peers, and it’s hard to say whether there’s branding effects behind it.

You thought, [Destiny] was going crazy over the corpses of peers once again, when in fact, they’re advertising!

After decades of brand marketing, [Destiny]’s label has become deeply ingrained, especially in the hearts of villainous peers.

The second wave of tongue attacks followed closely behind.

Although Zuo Bai calculated the tongue’s trajectory, delayed nerve signals made him dodge 0.3 seconds too late.

The three-part tongue tip scraped across the cheekbone, corrosive saliva instantly pierced through the flesh, causing intense pain in the left ear, a piece of cartilage being licked away.

The smacking sound of chewing —

Red Dragonfly held that piece of ear in front of Zuo Bai, her crimson tongue sliding across her lips, then spat it to the ground with distaste:

"The taste of science isn’t as good as I imagined!"

Zuo Bai’s temple throbbed with bulging veins.

Cooling liquid spurted from his nose, vaporizing into light blue smoke in the air.

He roared in angry frustration, "If you’re not eating, why bite it, damn it?"

He reasoned slightly indignantly:

"You can humiliate me, but you can’t insult science."

Red Dragonfly licked her tongue: "You’re right, then I’ll taste it again properly."

Zuo Bai’s face stiffened, and in less than two short seconds, his face gained several new wounds, and his right ear was also bitten off.

Zuo Bai’s heart was filled with pent-up anger, his inner chip smoking from fury, he wished he could self-destruct and take this woman to die together.

But, Zuo Bai’s pupils flashed blue light several times, and he restrained himself.

Probably, couldn’t kill the opponent, even if he exploded, it would be an empty explosion.

Small chance, if he exploded the opponent, the scene would be too beautiful for science to imagine.

"I don’t mind giving..."

Zuo Bai wiped across his ear with his knuckles, in the blood beads oozing between his fingers floated the remains of nanobots, Red Dragonfly’s tongue coating shattered 37.6% of his nanotechnology units.

In Zuo Bai’s life, never felt so aggrieved, wanting to scream hysterically, but his voice always maintained that last bit of politeness:

"You guys should at least let me know what you want my head for, right? As the person involved, it’s not too much to ask for a bit of informed consent, is it?"

No rudeness allowed, you see, in 20 years of statistics, there are 874 peer organizations that [Destiny] sent to "family reunion" packages for speaking rudely.

"Rudeness" accounted for 13% of reasons for peer extermination, second only to the 18% for "not willing to be friends?" and 27% for "What are you looking at?"!

Zuo Bai is a scientist, believing in numbers as if they were truths. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He’s not particularly fond of the organization, but finds it necessary to love it.

If the Calamity Corpse Sect perishes, where would he find research opportunities, experiment funding? No way, impossible for any other peers to shelter him, if he luckily survives.

"If the organization dies out, the probability of surviving alone is less than 6.3%." Zuo Bai calculated mentally.

From behind, the bald captain leisurely walked forward, crushing the broken ear on the ground with his flip-flops.

His shiny head scratched, showing a bit of rational apologetic expression:

"Don’t be upset, we’re soon having a newcomer join, the team discussed gifting him a welcome present, a member suggested your head would be fitting, so..."

Beside him, the Wild Beast timely grinned, revealing a simple smile, proudly pointing at himself:

"Yes, I’m the one who suggested it."

With every word he said, muscles expanded incrementally, until he had grown to three meters tall.

Wild Beast laughed heartily, feeling explosively wise.

Zuo Bai’s face darkened, humbly asking:

"Could you tell me, who is the lucky one chosen by [Destiny]?"

Boom —

The air suddenly exploded.

Just a second ago, the Wild Beast was five meters away, now instantly behind Zuo Bai.

The hand strong enough to crush a tank barrel clasped Zuo Bai’s head as if playing with a walnut.

His throat moved, grinning and laughing:

"Don’t rush, when he comes to visit next time, you’ll know..."