From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 465 I'm not a mutated monster, I've just been pretending to be as stupid as you all.
For a powerful organization like the Sky Eye Society, they don't need to follow any rules when dealing with ordinary people; they can take whatever they want from them, just like with the Kent family. However, when dealing with another class, they need to abide by the corresponding rules of the game.

Ten days ago, Whitney was a commoner, but today, ten days later, he has crossed the class line, not only in terms of status, but also in terms of consciousness. This speed is somewhat beyond Amanda's expectations. How confident must a guy be to achieve such a leap in consciousness!
Half an hour later, a middle-aged lawyer in a sharp suit with a keen eye rushed over, accompanied by another person.

"Chris, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Amanda's usually stiff face finally showed some expression.

“Mr. Winston sent me,” Chris Waller said, looking at his sister. “The Umbrella Corporation needs to confirm that Mr. Whitney underwent testing entirely voluntarily and in a fair and impartial manner.”

She paused for a moment, then looked at Amanda and said, "Furthermore, Mr. Whitney's acceptance of your inspection this time was entirely out of a sense of responsibility as a law-abiding company, and does not mean that your actions were legal. Umbrella Corporation reserves the right to pursue legal action."

Amanda took a deep breath and stared intently at Chris. "It seems Whitney made the right choice in selecting you."

"can we start?"

Whitney, who was waiting on the side, was getting a little annoyed. Although he was very gossipy, he couldn't stand seeing two dark-skinned women spitting at each other for his sake, so he turned to look at the middle-aged lawyer.

"We can begin anytime you agree." The middle-aged lawyer spoke sparingly, his entire demeanor exuding one word: "professionalism."

“Then let’s not waste time. If you have any grudges, you can settle them in the dueling arena,” Whitney said, looking at the two sisters.

"Mr. Whitney seems quite confident!"

"Nonsense!" Whitney smirked and turned to go inside.

The sampling process took place in the somewhat cramped living room of the Fordman home.

Whitney smiled, the technicians moved with precision and caution, and the two Wallers and lawyer Wilson stood in a corner of the living room, watching the whole process intently. Of course, in addition to watching, lawyer Wilson also set up a video camera to record the entire process.

The process was straightforward. The technicians completed the venous blood draw, oral mucosal swab collection, and basic vital sign measurements in sequence. Whitney was exceptionally cooperative, even rolling up her sleeves to reveal her strong arms, and gave the tense technicians a gentle smile: "How much do you need? Just take as much as you want, don't be shy, it'll save you another trip. By the way, after I die, you can preserve my brain, it's much more valuable than Einstein's brain."

Amanda Waller looked at the composed Whitney and, for the first time, doubted her own judgment. This was unusual, because she never doubted her own judgment, and even if she was wrong, she had a way to make the result right. But today, things were different.

She was careless!

They had intended to launch a brilliant surprise attack, but instead, they were ambushed by the enemy.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, glanced at the camera set up in the center of the room, looked at Whitney, and said, "In our files, there is no record of the Fordman family having a security system installed."

“Of course you can’t find it, because it wasn’t even installed!” Whitney, rolling down her sleeves, looked at Amanda’s face and laughed. “The security system was in the plan, but it definitely couldn’t be completed in just a few days, so I found a few old, broken cameras and installed them to scare people, including the one in the living room.” Whitman pointed to a camera flashing red light in the corner of the living room ceiling and laughed. “See, it works, doesn’t it? Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t even have had a chance to make a phone call.”

"you……"

Amanda felt a tightness in her chest, and her dark face instantly turned purplish-black. She had actually been intimidated!

I was intimidated by a mere eighteen-year-old boy who had just crossed the social class threshold!
She felt as if her face had been set on fire, burning hot, and a sense of humiliation at being deceived filled her entire body. Her gaze toward Whitney grew increasingly sinister.

“Heh…” Chris, who was standing to the side with an equally expressionless face, chuckled. “Amanda, you know I’ll laugh at you for the rest of my life for this.”

"Chris, shut up!"

“Your power isn’t great enough to shut me up.” Chris’s eyes were defiant.

"you……"

“Ms. Amanda, the sampling and preliminary testing have all been completed.”

"What are the preliminary test results?"

“Everything is normal.” Amanda glanced at Whitney, nodded to the technicians, and two technicians carrying silver cases ran to the SUV, where all the samples would be further screened. The samples for more in-depth gene sequencing were sealed and sent to the newly arrived helicopter to be taken back to the core laboratory in the metropolis for testing. Attorney Wilson also boarded the helicopter, while Winston and the Umbrella Corporation's legal team waited outside the core laboratory in the metropolis.

“It takes about sixty minutes to get to the core lab in the metropolis from here, and at least six hours for the latest instruments to complete sequencing and further testing. I won’t keep you any longer, Ms. Amanda,” Whitney told Amanda to leave.

“The outcome concerns national security, and I’m also very worried about you, so you can’t leave our sight,” Amanda said coldly.

"Can I interpret this as you, as the head of a government agency, declaring that you have the right to stay in my home without my permission and to monitor me?" Whitney looked at her, her gaze gradually turning cold. "If you declare this, you can stay here, but I will verify your declared rights afterward. If you are lying to me, believe me, I will make a big fuss about this, make it a public scandal, and make you have to resign."

Amanda took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Okay, we'll wait for you outside. Hopefully, you won't do anything unpleasant."

"Today, my pleasure will be built upon your despair."

Whitney sat down on the sofa with a cold smile and watched Amanda leave.

“Mr. Whitney, you impressed me today.” With a bang, the door slammed shut, and Chris finally chuckled. “This guy is not easy to deal with.”

"Don't you two have a good relationship?"

“You wouldn’t like someone who’s been superior to you from birth,” Chris said, then casually changed the subject, “But Mr. Whitney, are you sure your test results are okay?”

“You might not believe it, but I can still remember the scene from the first day I was born. From that day on, I can recall the scenes from every day if I want. From the age of three, I knew that this world was full of idiots. When I was four, I realized that I needed to blend in with you billions of idiots to avoid being taken advantage of, so I had to pretend to be as stupid as you. When I was five, there was a meteor shower in Smallville, and I was at my grandmother’s house, a full four hundred kilometers away from here. So, Miss Chris, I’m sure I’m a genius, not a meteorite mutant monster.” Whitney raised her chin and said proudly.

(End of this chapter)