The man’s violet eyes softened; this tone was akin to groveling from him.
It was rare.
“Fine.”
Xu Qian casually gathered her scattered hair, securing it with a clip. Some wisps fell to the side, revealing her slender, fair neck.
A red robe, black hair, and white skin—the epitome of beauty.
Song Xiaoping’s gaze darkened, focusing on her throbbing pulse.
He remembered her blood was very sweet.
Everyone stared in awe. In the apocalypse, it was rare to see such a beautiful woman.
It was quite understandable that their leader would be smitten.
Xu Qian’s thoughts stirred, and a combat knife materialized in her palm.
The hilt and blade were jet black, with a faint silver glint emanating from the blade.
Everyone instinctively took a step back. This knife was no joke; it could take a head with a single strike.
The staff opened the glass door. Xu Qian walked in and immediately locked it from the inside.
The robot remained motionless.
Song Xiaoping raised his hand and waved. The robot suddenly launched its attack.
Xu Qian had initially intended to conserve her strength, but this thing was quite formidable.
The human and the machine fought fiercely, their movements so fast that they were invisible.
The staff member sitting in the corner quietly adjusted the robot’s attack power to maximum.
The man beside him widened his eyes but did not intervene.
Xu Qian, that woman, was a disaster waiting to happen.
Suddenly, blades emerged from the robot’s palms. Xu Qian was caught off guard and slashed across her arm.
Blood gushed out, splattering onto the glass.
Song Xiaoping’s violet eyes narrowed, and he stood up abruptly.
“Stop it immediately.”
The staff member looked troubled.
“Leader, this robot has a time limit.”
Song Xiaoping walked to the control panel with a cold expression. He saw that the attack power was set to one hundred percent and the time to ten minutes.
He had clearly instructed them to set it to seventy percent for five minutes.
He was well aware of the capabilities of such mechs.
Even for an experiment, he would never risk Xu Qian’s life.
A cold smile touched the man’s lips as his violet eyes swept over the two of them.
Both of them broke out in a cold sweat, their hearts pounding.
Xu Qian endured the searing pain, dodging and weaving. Her arm was bleeding profusely, and she could barely move her entire left arm.
Here at X Group, she absolutely could not enter her space or summon Xiao Dai.
Song Xiaoping, surely he wouldn’t just stand by?
Suddenly, a white light flashed.
The glass began to melt. The man darted forward, grabbed the robot by the neck, and slammed it against the glass, which then rebounded.
The robot rolled onto the ground. White light emanated from his hands, and the robot melted into a pool of molten steel.
Everyone was terrified, and also heartbroken.
This robot had been under research for nearly a month.
The man bent down and scooped the girl into his arms. Her blood soaked his black robe.
A strong, sweet scent filled the air.
Song Xiaoping’s expression turned even uglier, and he coldly ordered, “Everyone at the control station, voluntarily enter the experimental chamber today.”
The two of them felt a chill run through their bodies, and they collapsed to the ground.
Entering the experimental chamber was tantamount to death, and a more agonizing end than death itself.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
Xu Qian leaned into Song Xiaoping’s embrace, remaining silent. A spark of light flashed in her eyes.
An opportunity to increase his favorability had arrived.
The man did not carry her to the medical bay but instead took her back to his room before ordering someone to come and treat her.
He carefully placed her on a chair and looked down at her bloody wound.
Song Xiaoping’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his throat tightening.
“Does it hurt?”
Xu Qian’s eyes reddened, and her voice was soft.
“You tell me, does it hurt?”
Song Xiaoping froze. The urge to drink her blood instantly vanished.
He looked up at her red-rimmed eyes, his chest aching.
“I’ve told them to hurry.”