Zien visited once during this period.
Their conversation was unproductive, ending with Jiang Huaci repeatedly demanding the whereabouts of the butcher and Synclay, which only angered him further.
Not long after, an Aracnith-X7 was sent to her.
Jiang Huaci would never forget this creature.
There was no uglier spider.
This further confirmed that the MF Group was behind the hunt she’d been running from.
Zien was a madman with ill intentions!
The Aracnith was especially happy to see Jiang Huaci, its arthropod legs excitedly stomping on the carpet, leaving round indentations in the thick cashmere.
Its tail, broken and reattached, wagged desperately like a puppy’s, nearly knocking down the crystal chandelier.
Jiang Huaci was certain it was one of the two honey spiders that had survived from the butcher’s hands.
“Gofu fufuda fufu!”
The Aracnith cautiously tried to move its abdomen forward.
“Don’t come closer! Get out of here!” Jiang Huaci grabbed a sapphire beside her and hurled it at the spider.
The sapphire rang sharply against the Aracnith’s body before rolling into a corner.
“Gofu fufu… fufu…”
The spider wilted, retracting its limbs and folding its eight mechanical legs beneath it, shrinking pitifully into a black sphere.
It didn’t leave, just curled up at the doorway.
Jiang Huaci stared at it for a while before giving up.
Fine, it was just an extra guard dog.
She went to bed alone to rest, closing her eyes.
Before sleep, she shot a threatening glance at the spider on the floor: “If you dare come near, you’re dead meat!”
The Aracnith scraped its mechanical limbs against the carpet, six brass eyes blinking in unison as if replying.
Jiang Huaci sighed and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.
The room lights dimmed automatically.
Unnoticed by her as she fell asleep, the spider’s eye sockets emitted a faint blue glow from their depths.
Only after the steady sound of her breathing came from the bed did the Aracnith begin to move.
One cold, sharp limb after another stretched silently in the darkness, creeping toward the edge of the bed.
A huge shadow gradually enveloped the sleeping girl, like a hungry beast about to pounce… but stumbled.
The Aracnith awkwardly steadied its eight legs, its six eyes fixed on the floor.
Half the blanket was draped onto the floor; two pillows that had been neatly placed at the head of the bed lay in a small pile on the ground.
A third pillow was missing, and the fourth was clutched between Jiang Huaci’s bent knees.
Her rosy knees sank into the fluffy pillow, looking like white snow studded with peach flesh.
Her sleeping posture was enviable.
The large bed, big enough for three to toss and turn freely, was now a mess, and Jiang Huaci was nearly rolling off.
Unaware of her surroundings, she turned over again, the skirt rolling up to reveal a slender waist and flat stomach.
Through the spider’s perspective, Zien could even clearly see a tiny bruise beneath one rib on her porcelain skin, stirring in him a destructive desire.
His innocent little sister was so defenseless against monsters.
So those monsters used such crude, shameless tactics to lure her?
Zien fixed his gaze on Jiang Huaci, his blue eyes dim and sinister.
After a long moment, the cold light in the spider’s limbs slowly lifted, gathering the dropped blanket, shaking off nonexistent dust, smoothing out the wrinkles, and covering everything below her head.
Early the next morning, the MF Group released several major announcements one after another.
Zien summoned all the board members and publicly livestreamed Jiang Huaci’s identity, confirming she also held succession rights.
This shocked the elders who had rushed to the group, still catching their breath.
Had he suddenly lost his mind?
Or was he triggered by something?
The situation progressed so smoothly that even the board members hesitated to believe it, fearing it was a trap set by Zien for them to fall into.
Next, Zien quickly announced several more pieces of news with a firm attitude.
Among them was the reopening of the Adam District.
The events that had once shaken the Adam District still haunted the public.
Once the news broke, MF Group’s stock price fluctuated wildly, thrilling observers.
Finally, after several upheavals, the stock price began to soar, breaking MF Group’s historical high!
Conservative old timers were utterly baffled.
They had no idea what position Jiang Huaci held in the hearts of Upper City’s people, nor the influence she wielded.
Jiang Huaci had no clue what kind of storm she had stirred outside.
When she awoke, she saw the sapphire that had rolled to the corner last night neatly placed on the bedside table.
Looking toward the door, the Aracnith still obediently curled up, wagging its tail excitedly when it spotted her gaze.
A sumptuous breakfast was soon delivered to the room.
Refreshed, Jiang Huaci watched the wide-open door and the servants bustling through, her eyes rolling.
Minutes later, she was respectfully escorted back by five burly guards.
Guard: “Miss, please stay safe.”
Jiang Huaci: “…..”
She tried several times afterward but failed every time.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that she finally had a chance to leave the room.
Guards, servants, and two nurses surrounded her, escorting her to the 148th floor for a medical checkup.
Jiang Huaci still hadn’t given up trying to learn news of the butcher and Synclay, but everyone’s lips were tighter than their throats.
She had been spoiled all her life; even the hardest to persuade had been easily won over.
This was the first time she’d hit such a wall.
Disheartened, Jiang Huaci went listlessly through the various tests, dragged between machines by the medical staff.
Finally, just as she completed the last check, she heard a dispute outside.
“… But this test wasn’t scheduled.”
“It’s a newly added emergency item, already approved by the system. What, do you have objections to the board’s decision?”
The second voice was filled with disdain just by its high-and-mighty tone.
Jiang Huaci looked toward the door.
It was a man in his forties wearing a white coat, an ostentatious luxury watch gleaming on his wrist, chin slightly raised, with a naturally condescending air.
His name tag read: Doctor Fukena, Deputy Director of Research Division 7.
He was a notorious human experiment maniac.
Usually relying on the board’s backing, he acted recklessly and arrogantly.
The straight-banged beauty was still arguing with him, but Fukena didn’t even glance her way, yawning loudly in boredom, his attitude both dismissive and arrogant.
“Finished? If so, move aside. I still need to take her for a spinal wave extraction.”
After speaking, he shoved the beautiful woman’s shoulder roughly and marched inside without mercy.
“You’re the one who caused my Aracnith to malfunction?” Fukena stared at Jiang Huaci with brutal frankness, as if she were a lab rat in a cage. “Other than looking pretty, I can’t see anything special.”
He waved toward the people behind him.
A group of men burst in noisily, clearly here to cause trouble!
The straight-banged beauty realized the danger and tried to call for help but was quickly restrained and silenced.
Jiang Huaci also noticed that her two guards who had been at her side were gone.
Even the Aracnith that followed her like a puppy was now in shutdown mode.
This man clearly came prepared.
Zien’s actions this morning had evidently angered a board member who supported him.
In this world, there were no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.
Some on the board wanted Jiang Huaci eliminated, and Fukena wanted to study her special traits.
They had reached an unspoken agreement.
The guards were sent away quietly, leaving the room filled with Fukena’s men.
“I’m really looking forward to dissecting you.”
Fukena dropped all pretense, his eyes wild with fanaticism, eager to see fear and panic on his test subject’s face.
Unfortunately, Jiang Huaci disappointed him.
She clutched the chair tightly, neither crying nor panicking, like a wary little beast.
Her body pressed against the back of the examination chair.
Fukena looked down on her: “Take her away.”
Two burly men approached Jiang Huaci.
Under the looming shadow of danger, she tensed like a drawn bowstring.
Her hands behind her back clenched a surgical blade—something she had secretly hidden during the checkup when the doctors weren’t paying attention.
Just as one of them reached to grab her, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the building.
Inside the medical room, aside from the stunned Jiang Huaci, everyone else wore panicked expressions.
The flickering red light cast grotesque shadows across their faces, making their expressions terrifying.
Suddenly, someone moved.
Ignoring Fukena still present, he pushed open the door and ran out.
Once the first moved, the others followed quickly, all rushing outside.
The straight-banged beauty was freed and stumbled toward Jiang Huaci, trying to pull her away: “Run! The experiment subjects are rebelling!”
Only then did Jiang Huaci understand what was happening.
She grabbed the woman’s hand and ran.
Anyone who’s watched movies knew that the sooner you run at times like this, the more likely you survive.
Yet some were fearless, intent on causing trouble.
“Don’t think you can escape!” Fukena charged forward, grabbing Jiang Huaci’s arm and shouting at his men: “What are you waiting for? Catch her!”
No one responded.
Fukena turned, dissatisfied, but when he saw the scene behind him, his harsh curses stuck in his throat.
His eyes widened in terror as he looked upward.
Two burly men were held suspended in midair by giant hands gripping their skulls; their limbs twitched spasmodically as fresh blood dripped from their fingers and toes.
“Butcher… butcher…”