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Chapter 142 Crisis and Father and Son

Midday sunlight.

The sun is shining brightly.

The sunlight shone on Byron, as if it were some kind of energy, or as if a seal had been broken from his body, and a strange change occurred in Byron's back.

The originally thin body became full and strong, with bulging muscles. In just a short moment, the originally thin boy was transformed into a two-meter-tall, muscular man.

But what's even more striking is that those eyes instantly turned pure black, looking like two terrifying, deep black gems in the dark night.

"roar!"

Like a werewolf or a mad beast, Byron suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong with you?" Clark stood warily in front of the two women, but in the next instant, Byron pounced on Clark like lightning, swinging his fist and smashing a standard uppercut into Clark's chin.

"Bang!"

There wasn't even time to react before the immense force sent Clark flying.

It soared into the air, flying dozens of meters before crashing into the wooden house and falling into the barn.

"Whoosh!"

With a single punch, Clark was sent flying, and Byron gasped for breath like a werewolf.

The panting sounds, like those of a wild beast hunting, made Lana and Chloe turn pale.

But to their surprise, Byron, who had knocked Clark away, ignored the two women, perhaps because he did not see them as a threat.

With his legs slightly bent, he leaped far away, his bare-chested figure disappearing into the dense forest.

After Byron disappeared, Clark, covered in dust, walked out of the abandoned hut looking rather disheveled.

Brush the dust off your clothes.

Clark still can't believe that Byron could send him flying with a single punch.

The young man rubbed his aching chin, looked at Lana and Chloe, and asked anxiously, "Where did Byron go?"

That guy is acting very strangely right now; we have to find him immediately.

"Clark".

Lana swallowed hard, then said nervously, "I...we seem to be in trouble."

Byron ran away.

The three of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

They never expected things to turn out this way.

"What should we do, Clark?" Lana asked anxiously. "If Byron were to run into the street in that state, it would be a disaster."

"I...I don't know," Clark said, looking equally bewildered, but soon he came up with a solution.

The young man clapped his hands, puffed out his chest, and said, "I have a plan!"

"What?!"

Clark said smugly, "Why don't we ask Gino?"

Luther Chemical Plant.

After the black man's hostage incident, the factory's security level has undoubtedly been raised several notches.

Now, entering and exiting the factory even requires going through specialized security screening equipment to ensure that personnel are not carrying any metal products that could threaten their personal safety.

However, Clark and his group were stopped at the door by security.

After waiting for about a minute, Gino, wearing a white shirt, finally walked out of the factory.

"What happened?"

Before Chloe could argue with Gino any longer, she anxiously told the boy about Byron.

"so."

Gino stared at the three with a strange expression: "You released an extremely dangerous guy from the 'cell' that was imprisoning him?"

"Yes, that's roughly it."

The group of people lowered their heads, looking ashamed.

"Sigh." Gino sighed, genuinely admiring Clark and his crew's ability to stir up trouble.

Clark looked at Gino expectantly: "So what do we do now?"

"Don't worry," Gino calmly reassured Clark and the other two.

The boy simply snapped his fingers, and with a gentle breeze, magical energy from heaven quickly swept through the town in the form of a breeze.

"We've found him."

From the age of eight onward, Byron felt that he had spent his entire life in a dark, sunless underground wine cellar.

It cannot be exposed to sunlight, otherwise it will go berserk and harm others.

This strange characteristic made him hate himself and his parents.

If they hadn't sent him to that damned experiment, he could have enjoyed a peaceful and wonderful life like any other normal person.

He was in high school, pursued a nice girlfriend, then broke up with her, took out loans to go to university, worked, paid off the loans, got married, had children, and lived out his life.

But all of that was destroyed, and he could only relieve his pain day after day by reciting melancholic poems, like a maggot hiding in the shadows.

However, Byron, who had fallen into a manic state again, had no intention of living that kind of life again.

Whether animal or human, everyone has emotions and can get angry.

At this moment, Byron, running through the dense forest, had only one thought in mind.

That is revenge, revenge against Lionel, the owner of the Mitrom Labs, the culprit who caused all this!

"Hehe."

As Byron ran through the lush forest, sharp, hook-like claws slowly grew from his ten fingers.

Tear Lionel's throat apart and kill that damned Ziben family!

At Luther Manor, Lionel continues his torment of Lex as always.

"Hmm, your resume is very good, you graduated from Yale University, but your work experience is too poor."

Ignoring Lex's gloomy gaze, Lionel slowly said, "You were not accepted by the Luther Group."

The interviewee left dejectedly, but Lionel, like a victorious general, mocked Lex even though he couldn't see him: "I must say, your judgment is truly appalling."

He was met with a cold laugh from Lex.

Lionel was about to say something when

But a few piercing screams from outside the window interrupted him.

"What is it?"

Lex stood up alertly and slowly walked towards the window.

Through the clean glass mirror, Lex saw a figure swiftly knocking over the security guard at the gate.

At the same time, the castle gates were pushed open, and the old butler rushed into the hall with a serious expression: "Master, young master, you must leave immediately."

"A strange fellow is trying to break into the castle."

Lionel shrugged it off, angrily tapping his cane: "Are the guards I brought useless? They couldn't even stop a single intruder?"

The old butler shook his head, interrupting Lionel's incessant complaining: "There's no time for grumbling. You should go to the top floor immediately. There's a helicopter parked there, and Young Master Lex can pilot it."

With time of the essence, the old butler's excellent professional ethics meant that his only concern at that moment was how to protect the master of the house.

"Take us there."

Compared to Lionel's stubbornness, Lex was clearly much smarter and better at assessing the situation.

He stood up and walked towards the stairs, glancing out the window as he did so.

The security guards who had been fighting the mysterious man were now lying motionless on the lawn, their fate unknown.

"Hmph, only cowards run away. Jack, organize the manpower on the plantation and prepare the firearms."

Lionel dismissed Lex's reaction, insisting on staying. He pushed up his sunglasses and declared, "I believe in the power of firearms!"

"If he dares to break in, shoot him dead!"

(End of this chapter)