After being transformed into a random male beetle

In the quiet of the night, some insects are already fast asleep, but others find it hard to fall asleep.

"Tutwa Xiongzi, how did you handle things last time?" asked a creature shrouded in a black robe in the room.

The voice after being changed by the voice changer is hoarse and unpleasant, just like the voice of an old insect nearing death.

"Mr. Tutwa, please let me explain." He swallowed nervously, remembering what he had seen in the lab before. "It was all done by those students from the Third Military Academy. Although the lab was suddenly discovered, I had already arranged for the insects to clean up all the data inside. They will never find a trace of it."

After hearing this, the black-robed beetle tapped the smooth tabletop, the sound of its fingernails striking the surface resonating deep within Tutwa's heart.

Seeing that the black-robed worm had no intention of speaking, Tutwa dared not utter a sound and stood there trembling.

After a long while, the black-robed insect finally raised its head and glanced at the male insect in front of it, whose legs were already trembling.

The snickers were clearly audible in the air, seemingly mocking Tutwa, who was so frightened he was on the verge of fainting.

"Has Agent 003 still not been caught?"

"Mr. 003 is very cunning. We sent insects to search the entire Central Star but couldn't find any trace of him."

"Tsk, a bunch of insect-eating bastards, can't even catch a test subject. I really don't know what else you can do?" The black-robed insect seemed to have thought of something, fixing its gaze on Tutwa, and said mercilessly, "You've ruined so many of my plans, you should at least be punished, right?"

Upon hearing this, Tutwa immediately knelt down to plead for himself, shaking his head rapidly, his face trembling with anger: "Mr. Tutwa, please don't! I'm still useful! I can still do many things for you!"

As he spoke, he crawled on his knees to the front of the black-robed worm and grabbed its trouser leg as if grasping at a glimmer of hope.

The black-robed worm disdainfully shook off Tutwa's hand and stood up: "I remember you seem to have a female named Tumur. Since you don't want to be punished, let him take your place."

Upon hearing the name, Tutwa felt a wavering in his heart; Tumur was his most beloved female. But the thought of the Black Robe Insect's methods sent shivers down his spine.

He would let Tumur take the punishment in his place for now, and then he would rescue the female in a few days. After all, he had doted on Tumur for so long, and it was time for the female to repay him.

Tutwa quickly convinced himself and looked at the black-robed worm with a fawning expression: "Of course. It is the female's honor that you, Mr. Prison, can punish her."

"Send him here sometime soon." The black-robed worm didn't look at Tutwa, left these words, and then stepped over him and left the room.

Tutwa listened to the receding footsteps, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes.

A cowardly insect who dares not show its face dares to criticize me. One day, I will tear off its mask.

Tutwa rose and angrily left the manor that had humiliated him, while beneath the manor, a horrific experiment was taking place.

In the basement, several insects dressed in white lab coats and fully armed were trying their best to hold down an insect whose limbs were trembling on a laboratory bed. Behind him were many instruments connected to his body.

"Quick, use another bug to hold him down."

"Sedative, give me a sedative right away, I can't hold him down anymore."

The insect on the sickbed howled in agony, its face contorted in pain, the veins on its neck bulging. But it couldn't utter a sound, and from its open mouth, there was no tongue at all.

He struggled free of the bandages that had bound his limbs, leaving bloodstains on his wrists and ankles.

"What's going on? Didn't we already inject him with a sedative?" a man in a white coat said as he injected the tranquilizer into his body.

The sedative worked very well; the insect on the bed calmed down quickly after the injection.

Just as the white-coated men present breathed a sigh of relief, the instrument displaying the heart rate index next to them emitted a sharp sound, and the heart rate index on it turned into a straight line.

"Another failure." One of the leaders, wearing a white coat, looked at the lifeless insect on the hospital bed with a cold and calm expression. "Get two more insects to take him away."

As soon as he finished speaking, insects came and carried the dead insect away.

All the insects watched silently. They saw this kind of thing many times every day, so they were no longer bothered by it.

"You can all go back and rest today. Another batch of test subjects will be delivered tomorrow, so you'll be busy then." After informing the queen insects behind her, the leader insect went to rest.

*

The Prince's Mansion.

Hilsevi was sending the message he had just received to the Insect King.

In a few days, the Zerg's annual Imperial Council will be convened, and Hilseve has made many preparations to ensure the smooth running of this council.

Thinking of the previously suppressed female insect uprising, Hilsevi took a sip of red wine, believing that the Empire's laws would be revised and improved this time.