Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 208 What did you call me?
Nothing was said that night, and the next day, the day the army was to set off, arrived quickly.

After a series of procedures, the army finally bid farewell to Chu Qingye, who had seen them off at the palace gate, and officially embarked on their journey.

The battle report from the Western Frontier was delivered to Chu Qingye by express courier. It took three days to assemble the army, so they had to march at full speed. They barely stopped during the day and even ate their meals on horseback.

Everyone felt exhausted after the ride. Lin Xin felt that if it weren't for her wood-type ability to restore her physical strength and repair her body at any time, she probably wouldn't have been able to finish. Right now, she missed the luxury SUV in her space terribly.

However, her performance did indeed amaze everyone. At first, everyone thought that Mo Ziyuan was blinded by lust, bringing his fiancée to the battle. They were even secretly waiting to see when Lin Xin would give in. But well... their faces still sting a little.

The news that the heir of the Duke of Dingguo was leading his army on an expedition was currently laid out neatly on a rosewood table. A man in black sat behind the table, staring at the paper with the news written on it for more than half an hour, his expression constantly changing. The person who brought the message next to him was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.

"How is Number 76?" After a long while, the man in black crumpled the message into a ball, and when he opened his palm, it turned into a pile of scraps of paper.

"He..." The subordinate hesitated, not daring to speak. Could he say that there had been no progress since the third day? Mo Zichen's constitution was unknown; he had developed drug resistance. Even with the strongest drugs, apart from feeling more pain, his body did not undergo any other changes.

"Speak!" The man in black's voice was hoarse and deep, carrying a sense of impending storm.

"He has made no progress so far," the subordinate replied with his eyes closed and a "what's the use" attitude.

"What a piece of trash!" The man in black slammed his hand on the table, leaving a shallow handprint.

The subordinates stood timidly to the side, not daring to speak.

"Go take a look!" The man in black stood up and strode out of the room.

"Ah! Ahhh! It hurts so much, I can't take it anymore, please let me go! Please, I really can't take it anymore! Ah~" Before he even reached the destination, the shrill wail reached his ears. Perhaps because he had been howling so much these past few days, his voice was hoarse and sounded particularly unpleasant.

The man in black frowned more and more deeply, and his pace quickened. The moment he opened the door, Mo Zichen let out another round of screams. His subordinates, who were already trembling with fear, were so frightened that they almost bumped into the man in black who had stopped at the door.

"Hmph!" The man in black snorted coldly, stepped into the house, and slammed the door shut. The subordinate guarding the door let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, straightened his back, and stood at the door, diligently guarding it.

Besides Mo Zichen soaking in the bathtub, there was another person in the room with a white towel covering their face. They were frowning, pressing down on the tub lid with one hand and placing the other hand on Mo Zichen's head, their eyes slightly closed as they seemed to be sensing something.

Hearing the door open, he turned around and saw the man in black, so he waved to him.

"How is the situation?" the man in black asked as he walked over.

“It’s very strange,” the masked man said, his voice sounding surprisingly young. “Logically, such a strong medicine should have an effect even on a pig, but strangely, apart from a slight improvement in his condition in the first two days, there has been no change since the third day.”

"Can't figure out why?" the man in black asked.

The young man shook his head. "That's the strange thing. He has no health problems at all, but he's resistant to the drug. It's really puzzling."

Mo Zichen, still reeling from the pain, opened his eyes groggily. Through his blurry vision, he recognized the man in black and cried out hoarsely, "Please, please let me go! I don't want any more body modifications, never again! I can't take it anymore! Please spare me! I beg you!" The man in black walked to the tub, looking down at him with a calm gaze, devoid of any emotion. He said indifferently, "Try one more day. If there's still no result by tomorrow, then forget it."

Mo Zichen's brain, consumed by pain, failed to detect the coldness in his tone. He only heard that he would no longer have to endure this torture after tomorrow. His pale, thin face even showed the first smile in days. Unfortunately, before the smile could fully form, his features were distorted by the new wave of pain, and his hoarse, shrill screams filled the room once again.

The young man picked at his ear in disgust, his expression clearly showing his disdain.

The man in black was also annoyed, so he simply led the young man out of the room, instructed his subordinates to continue guarding the place, and to come find them if the sounds inside sounded strange. Then he and the young man walked into the open courtyard.

"You said his body is strange?" the man in black asked.

“That’s right. I’ve never seen anyone who has used so many medications and still hasn’t improved their physical condition. Moreover, his brain doesn’t seem to have been damaged, and he’s still quite lucid. I think we can study this.” The young man became noticeably more excited when he mentioned this.

"What do you want?" the man in black asked directly, clearly knowing the young man well.

"Hehe, I just wanted to ask what this person's identity is. If it's not important, could I use him to... test the medicine?" The young man said while stealing glances at the man in black, but because his face was covered and his eyes were calm, he couldn't see anything.

"Drug testing?" the man in black repeated.

“Yes, his body is so special. Although he is extremely sensitive to pain, he is also very difficult to damage. I think he is simply a natural-born test subject for drugs!” the young man said excitedly.

"Since even this strong medicine has no effect on him, are you sure you want him to test its effectiveness on you?"

"Huh? This..." The young man was stunned by the question. He was only thinking that Mo Zichen's body would not be damaged by the drug, but he forgot that such a body could not possibly show the effects of the drug.
"Forget it!" He lowered his head in frustration.

"Don't worry, I'll help you find test subjects. Just let me know when you've used up the previous ones," the man in black said kindly, patting the young man's shoulder gently, ignoring his hoarse voice that sounded like sandpaper.

"Thank you, Father!" The young man looked up happily.

"Hmm? What did you call me?" The man in black's voice suddenly turned serious, with a hint of coldness.

"I forgot, Master!" The young man's face turned pale instantly, and he quickly corrected himself.

"Remember this, from now on I am your master here. If you call me by the wrong name again, go and be punished."

"Yes, I understand," the young man said respectfully.

"Well, Mo Zichen, take another day. If it really doesn't work, then forget it. Anyway, one more medicine man won't make a difference, and one less man won't matter either."

"My subordinates know."

The man in black nodded, then turned and left.