Man on the ark, forced to become king

The door to the reception room opened from the outside. Jeston, leaning back in his chair, flicked his cigarette butt, looked up, and put on a fake smile.

"I'm sorry, I was conducting an experiment and I'm a little late. You—"

Loken hurriedly entered the reception room from outside, saying the polite words he had prepared in advance. However, when he saw the face with a fake smile, his words came to an abrupt halt.

“...Jesston?”

"It's rare that you still recognize me."

Jeston's smile grew even brighter, but there wasn't a trace of amusement in his cold eyes.

"It's been a long time, Father."

Chapter 156 Impure Villains

“It has indeed been a long time since I’ve seen you, Jesston.”

Loken pushed up his glasses, subconsciously smoothed his messy hair, and then his gaze fell on the card that Jeston had deliberately stuck to his chest, his eyes flickering.

"I didn't expect it to be you who came this time."

"Heh, I don't want to see you either, but I have orders from above, and I can't refuse."

Jeston was still smiling, but his eyes grew colder, staring at the man in front of him with an icy gaze as if he were looking at a dead man.

"You've probably heard some of what I've done over the years, so since I'm here, I don't need to say more, do I?"

"..."

Loken wasn't surprised to be stared at by Jeston's murderous gaze. He knew, of course, that his son hated him to the core because of what happened back then, and given his already volatile temper, it was perfectly normal for him to feel murderous upon seeing him.

Normally, he wouldn't worry about a blood-related 'son' he doesn't get along with. Even if this son is somewhat famous in the underworld and has earned the title of a top assassin, in the end, he's just a dog under the control of Beach Umbrella. At most, he does dirty work, and they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on the registered researchers.

However, the fact that Jeston came here at this time and in this place, and under the name of the beach umbrella company, is a bit troublesome.

The beach umbrella crew was already getting impatient with the Loken Water Tank Laboratory's lack of progress, and sending their assassins to do the dirty work this time clearly showed they had lost patience.

Beach umbrella companies are not charities.

They are a pack of vicious wolves who devour people without spitting out the bones; they never have the habit of giving money to others for experiments for free.

If you take their money and don't give them the proper return, the best you can hope for is to become a skeleton in a desolate wilderness.

...Why did it have to be Jeston of all people?

If it had been someone else this time, Loken was confident he could have bought a little more time, enough for him to complete the final step of the experiment. Once the artificial infected organ was successfully activated, all problems would cease to be problems.

However, the person who arrived was Jesston.

Given the past grudges, he certainly won't give Loken Water Tank a chance. He's probably already thinking about how to complete the process, shut down Loken Water Tank, and kill his own father in the process.

It's terrible that an old enemy comes to inspect the results.

Fortunately, it's not entirely hopeless.

“Jesston, I know there may be some misunderstandings between us that make you unhappy with me, but the results of this lab are beyond your comprehension. You'd better not make trouble for yourself.”

"It's impossible for him to be subservient to Jeston," Loken warned with a stern face.

"A misunderstanding? Let's just say it's a misunderstanding."

Seeing his expression, Jeston's anger surged. He clenched his fists, snorted coldly, and pointed rudely at the door of the meeting room: "Work is work. I won't ruin my future because of a piece of trash like you. Now, Director Loken, I want to see where your results are. If I don't see them, then don't blame me."

"...You'll see, come with me."

Loken glanced at Jeston, then turned and walked towards the door.

Staring at his retreating figure, Jeston suppressed his anger, the murderous intent in his eyes almost tangible.

It seems that the old man has not doubted his identity, so he is not far from death.

Moreover, his death will become a stepping stone for his rise, a kind of waste utilization.

As long as things are handled perfectly without any mistakes, and the powerful Boss Lin, who can even bring down the rising Rhine Life in just a few days, is satisfied, then in the foreseeable future, he won't have to live like a dog!

For the sake of my future, I must endure now, endure...

Suppressing his inner turmoil, Jeston loosened his fist and followed.

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"As you can see, this is the main laboratory of the Loken Water Tank. The following experiments will take place here, and then—"

"Experiments? In other words, you don't yet have any tangible results to show for yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Jeston's lips curled into a sneer, and he said sarcastically, "If that's the case, then I'm sorry, Mr. Loken Williams, your experiment probably can't continue. If I were you, I would find my most presentable clothes and then enjoy a sumptuous dinner."

"..."

Loken was a little angry that he had been abruptly interrupted, but he held back and tried his best to appear calm.

"It'll be ready soon. I'm preparing for one last experiment, I—"

"Now, there isn't, right?"

Jeston waved his hand impatiently, then glanced at the unconscious little girl in the laboratory, and a thought flickered in his mind.

"I don't have time to listen to your long-winded explanations; beach umbrellas only care about results."

"The experiment is about to begin, and I'll be able to show you the results soon. Don't you understand?"

Loken questioned through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot as if they were about to spit fire.

Seeing this, Jeston laughed even more smugly.

"That sounds nice, but you're actually incapable of producing any results and are just trying to gamble one last time, right? I've seen plenty of people like you."

"However, I won't stop you. I'll watch your last hope slowly die out, and then trample you into the ground. Just thinking about it is hilarious..."

"Of course, before that, I need to finish my work. Please compile a complete list of the remaining supplies, the laboratory, the technical data, and the researchers in this lab. I will take them back to the beach umbrella."

"...What you're doing is against the rules."

Loken refused without hesitation the request, which he considered extremely rude.

Why would he hand over those documents so easily?

Everything else is irrelevant; the research and experimental data on artificial infected organs are his last bargaining chip. Without them, he will completely lose any chance to turn things around!

"Rules? My words are the rules now!"

Jeston crossed his arms and looked at Loken with a smug expression. He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being able to put his head above Loken.

“Don’t try to provoke me, Jesston. Don’t forget, this is my laboratory.”

"so what?"

Undisguised contempt ignited the anger that had been building up in Loken's heart. Before he could explode, he saw Jeston walk to the side of the control panel, pick up the experimental report stacked on the table, and say in a highly sarcastic tone, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with someone like you. Consider it an act of kindness on my part, and let me enjoy your last moments."

"Also, don't think about doing anything unnecessary. This dilapidated lab of yours can't keep me here."

"Humph."

Loken's chest heaved, but in the end he didn't choose to break off relations. It wouldn't be worth the risk of ruining the plan for a watchdog.

If the next experiment succeeds, all problems can be solved, and then there will be countless ways to deal with this rebellious son.

"Bring subject number 183 over."

Trying to ignore Jeston, who was leaning against the wall watching the show with his lab report in hand, Loken took a deep breath and began to arrange the experiment.

Soon, a researcher wearing full protective gear pushed a wheelchair over.

A Filin boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old was huddled in a wheelchair, his brow furrowed and his body trembling uncontrollably, looking extremely pained.

However, Loken only glanced at it and then ignored it.

It's just a consumable item; its value has already been squeezed dry, and it's not worth his attention.

"Awaken Subject 184, bring him inside, and then—"

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

Jeston interrupted him again, straightened up, and asked in a deep voice.

He sensed that something was wrong.

"I have created the perfect test subject. All that's missing is a key. Activating the device requires strong emotional stimulation. So, the best way is to have the test subject's loved ones die in front of her. The strong mental fluctuations will activate the device."

Perhaps the upcoming experiment had stirred up Loken's emotions as well. He ignored Jeston's interruption, offered a casual explanation, and continued to give orders.

"Prepare the consciousness extraction device to extract the consciousness of No. 183, and then dismantle No. 184's body little by little while he remains conscious."

Extracting consciousness? Killing a loved one in such a cruel way right in front of the test subject?

Jesston doesn't understand academic issues, but even he can understand such a straightforward way of expressing himself.

absurd.

After understanding, only two words remained in his mind.

Before this, he thought he was ruthless enough. During his career as an assassin, he had done a lot of dirty work for Beach Umbrella and hunted down many treacherous researchers.

However, compared to Loken's actions, he suddenly felt that his own things were nothing.

This guy is a complete scumbag, a beast, and a pervert!