Brother, just how powerful is our family?

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked at Mike.

Mike kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out between clenched teeth: "The news just came in, he... he's in his office, his pupils are dilating, his skin is turning pale. When he was found, he had already... he had already lost his mind."

"So?" the lady's voice remained calm. "Was it dealt with?"

Mike paused for a moment, then said, "It's been taken care of."

The conference room fell into a deathly silence once again.

Twelve people, twelve pale faces.

They were once the most powerful people on the planet.

They once thought they could challenge the Yanhuang civilization and rewrite the rules of the game.

They once thought the "elixir of immortality" was their trump card to turn the tide.

Now, the trump card has become a death warrant.

"Gentlemen."

Henry finally spoke. His voice was soft, but everyone looked up at him.

"Everyone has seen the situation."

He slowly stood up and walked to the window. Outside, thick layers of rock obscured everything; he couldn't see anything. But he remained standing there, his back to the others.

"Three hundred million people. We've dropped three hundred million time bombs all over the world. Now, the bombs are starting to explode."

"I don't need to say more about what will happen next. The Yanhuang Civilization will soon find us. Their intelligence system is not to be underestimated. Those memory reading devices can easily uncover all of us by grabbing just one of our subordinates."

"We can't escape."

His voice was flat, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"Europe? America? Australia? Where do we run? The entire Earth is under their surveillance. They have warships in space and intelligence networks on the ground. If we show our faces, we'll be detected."

"It fell into their hands..."

Henry turned around and looked at everyone present.

"Have you considered what would happen if you fell into their hands?"

No one answered.

But in everyone's mind, the same image appeared—

A memory-reading device that digs out all the secrets from your brain.

and then?

And then what?

The laws of the Yanhuang civilization included caning, imprisonment, expulsion from citizenship, the abolition of genetic optimization, and more—

death penalty.

But the question is, will they let you die so easily?

Will they turn you into a "pet" and lock you up in a museum with the Serantians? Will they make you wish you were dead?

"Therefore, I propose—"

Henry's voice suddenly turned fierce.

"Since we can't live, let's take them with us to our deaths."

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly froze.

"What do you mean?" Klaus looked up.

Henry walked back to his seat, placed his hands on the table, and looked intently at everyone:

How much medicine do we have left in stock?

Someone quickly pulled up the data: "The production line has been running continuously, and there are approximately 120 million finished products in the warehouse. The raw materials are enough to produce at least another 200 million units."

"Alright." Henry nodded. "These potions are now our weapons."

"Weapons?" Mike frowned. "What do you intend to do with these potions?"

"Distribute".

A mad smile crept across Henry's lips:

"Since our injectors have already turned into zombies, then we'll turn even more people into zombies. The whole world, everyone, will become monsters just like us."

"Why are only our people unlucky? Why are only our people turning into zombies?"

"Didn't the Yanhuang civilization excommunicate us? Didn't they say they wouldn't let us be human? Fine, then let's make sure no one can be human! Let those Chinese, those citizens of Yanhuang, taste what it's like to become zombies!"

"There's an old saying in the Dragon Kingdom—" Henry paused, as if recalling something, "that is, to put yourself in a desperate situation and then you will survive."

"We're in a death trap now. But we can't just die like this. We'll drag the whole world down with us before we die. If we're lucky, maybe we can infect the Yanhuang Continent and turn its citizens into zombies. At that point, they'll be too busy taking care of themselves to hunt us down."

"This is true survival of the fittest!"

A low murmur of discussion arose in the conference room.

Some were swayed by his words, their eyes gleaming with madness. Others hesitated, their brows furrowed. Some opposed him outright—

"impossible."

The speaker was a man sitting in the corner; he was the logistics manager of the self-help group, responsible for allocating supplies. At that moment, his face was more grim than anyone else's.

"We can't even get close to the Yanhuang Continent."

He stood up and pulled up a map:

"The Yanhuang continent is located in the center of the Pacific Ocean. Their air defense identification zone extends for thousands of kilometers around it. All aircraft and ships entering this area are closely monitored. Given this situation, do you think they will lower their guard?"

"Any aircraft that approaches the Yanhuang Continent without permission will be shot down immediately. Their laser array can shred us to pieces in a second. We won't even be able to see their coastline before we're burned to ashes."

Someone chimed in: "That's right. Moreover, the citizens of Yanhuang travel in anti-gravity aircraft, which are extremely fast. Even if we release the virus, we can't catch up with them. The virus needs to come into contact to spread; if they don't land, we can't infect them."

"So what?" another voice rang out.

Everyone looked over—it was the lady.

Her face was expressionless, but her eyes burned with a kind of almost insane light.

"If we can't go to the Yanhuang Continent, then we'll go somewhere else."

She stood up, walked to the map, and pointed to the Pacific Ocean:

"The Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean, the Indian Ocean. The world's major rivers—the Amazon, the Nile, the Danube, the Rhine, the Ganges, the Yangtze, the Yellow River..."

"Pour the medicine in."

"Biochemical viruses can spread in water. They can drift all over the world with ocean currents. They can pollute water sources, pollute the ocean, pollute everything."

"Those Chinese have so many overseas Chinese, so many investments, and so many interests all over the world. The citizens of Yanhuang can't stay confined to the Yanhuang continent forever. Wait until they bring the virus back to the Yanhuang continent—"

The corners of the lady's mouth turned up slightly:

"That's our chance."

"Even if we can't infect the Yanhuang Continent, at the very least, we want to turn everyone in this world who isn't a citizen of Yanhuang into monsters just like us."

"Why are only our people suffering?"

"Why are only our people turning into zombies?"

"Since the Yanhuang civilization doesn't treat us as human beings, then we won't treat them as human beings either. But we can't be the only ones who don't treat others as human beings."