470: Chapter 466 Get ready.

Li Mo was staring into a microscope, his finger resting on the focus adjustment knob, as the data curves on the screen pulsed steadily.

The computer screen suddenly flickered—not the kind caused by unstable voltage, but as if someone were opening and closing windows one by one; file icons popped in and out on their own, and the cursor traced several arcs across the screen before coming to a halt.

Li Mo looked up from the microscope and glanced at the screen.

"Hmm, it's you."

The cursor on the screen pulsed twice. A voice came through the speakers, carrying a bit of static, but the tone was quite familiar.

"It's me."

The image shook slightly, as if looking around. The voice lowered a bit: "That guy isn't here, is he?"

Li Mo leaned back in his chair, pulling his finger away from the microscope.

"Which guy?"

"The Emperor Hantian, obviously," the voice said as if it were common knowledge.

Li Mo thought for a moment but couldn't recall anyone by that name in the base.

"Since when did the base have a Emperor Hantian?"

A meaningful sigh came from the speakers, as if recalling some unpleasant past event.

"Oh, you know... that really powerful guy from before. Stronger than me. Forget it, it's not important."

The voice paused, then shifted to a more serious tone. "How's the Immortality Research going lately? The Doctor asked me to send his regards."

Li Mo's gaze lingered on the screen for a second, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Still the same." He turned back, his fingers tapping a few words on the keyboard before stopping. "I've broken away from you guys now. I'm part of the regulars. Aren't you afraid I'll report you?"

A short laugh came from the speakers.

"Give me a break," the voice said leisurely. "Don't you know what you're up to yourself? And you're talking about reporting me."

Li Mo didn't respond; he just gave a faint smile that vanished quickly.

"What are you really here for?"

The cursor jumped on the screen as if hesitating.

"The Doctor wants some samples. Recently, the Doctor and the The Fellowship have teamed up; they want to resurrect ancient creatures. To do that, that guy's cells are indispensable."

Li Mo's fingers stopped on the keyboard.

"These cells can indeed resurrect things. Provided the cells are still alive."

"Indeed." The computer's voice quickened. "What we're looking for are those half-dead guys—the kind where the body is dead, but the cells are still active. As long as they can be resurrected. This is just an experiment."

It paused, and the cursor jumped again. "And we need to use these cells to enhance something, so we can go play in Antarctica when the time comes."

Li Mo looked away from the screen and out the window.

"What's happened in Antarctica now?"

The speakers fell silent for a few seconds. The cursor sat motionless on the screen.

Li Mo waited for a while.

"Don't want to tell me?"

The computer didn't answer. The windows on the screen closed one by one, the icons returned to their original positions, and the data curves resumed their pulsing as if nothing had happened.

"Fine." Li Mo looked back. "I'll provide the items. Where should I put them?"

The cursor flashed twice, typing out a string of addresses on the screen. Then, the screen returned to normal.

Li Mo didn't leave immediately.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the set of data that had just popped up in the corner of the screen—it was the monitoring signal he had implanted in that potion, currently fluctuating slowly.

He looked at it, then looked again, and then sat up straight.

The data began to change. It wasn't a steady fluctuation anymore; instead, it spiked up and plunged down, like a hooked fish struggling desperately.

He pulled up another window, and the blood test data was transmitted simultaneously.

When the values were high, they were ridiculously high; when they were low, they were terrifyingly low. The two curves flew up and down on the screen like two out-of-control saws.

Li Mo's fingers rested on the keyboard, unmoving, just watching. His other hand was recording something in a notebook; the pen nib rustled as he wrote quickly in a scrawl that only he could understand.

Before him sat a second potion, identical to the one he had sent out. He adjusted the test tube in his hand while watching the data, adding a bit of this and subtracting a bit of that, as line after line of numbers changed in his logbook.

A red light suddenly flashed in the corner of the screen. Vital signs alarm. Li Mo's fingers stopped on the test tube rack. He glanced at the plummeting curve and reached out to press the talk button next to the keyboard.

"There's one more injection in the box." His voice was calm, as if he were reading an experimental report. "Inject it, and you'll be fine. That's for saving your life; use it now."

There was no reply from the other side. He waited for a few seconds as the line continued to plunge. After a few more seconds, it stopped, then began to rise slowly.

The curve climbed bit by bit, reaching the middle and beginning to fluctuate steadily. Like a heartbeat. Li Mo released the talk button and leaned back in his chair.

"You can take it off now. It's of no use anymore."

The curve jumped a few more times, then suddenly plummeted to the bottom, becoming a flat line. No fluctuations, no rises or falls, nothing left. The monitoring signal was cut.

Li Mo stared at the flat line for two seconds before closing the talk window.

He closed his logbook, put the potion he was still adjusting back on the rack, and stood up to leave.

The four of them came out of the internet cafe; the streetlights were already lit. Lu Jianchuan walked in front, hands in his pockets, his pace neither fast nor slow.

Shen Mingyuan walked beside him, still looking down at his phone to see if there were any new messages in the group.

Wei Ziqing walked behind, stretching his shoulders, which had been stiff from gaming. Ye Ouyang followed at the very back, letting out a yawn.

When they returned to the base, the hallways were quiet, with only the occasional sound of patrolling personnel's footsteps in the distance.

"What's next?" Lu Jianchuan stopped at a fork in the hallway. "Anyway, there's not much going on lately. As long as no major crisis pops up, there shouldn't be any big moves. You can rest or train, whatever you like."

Shen Mingyuan put his phone away and thought for a moment.

"I'm going to go see my dad. I've been so busy these past few days that I haven't had a chance to contact him."

He paused. "It's rare to have a period of peace. Prometheus and the New Federation have both been dealt with, so what's left is probably just some cleanup work."

"As for me—I might continue livestreaming online, giving people some legal advice."

"It's been a long time since I've done that; I almost forgot my day job is being a lawyer."

He waved to the others and turned to walk down another hallway.

Wei Ziqing looked at Lu Jianchuan.

"Then I'll go train."

"Sure," Lu Jianchuan said. "Then we'll go together."

Wei Ziqing had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped and glanced back at him.

"How are you going to train me, Senior?"

Lu Jianchuan thought for a moment, the corners of his mouth curving slightly.

"First, I need a jeep with brakes that don't work very well."

Wei Ziqing froze for a second.

"What are you going to do?" His tone carried a hint of wariness. "That's dangerous. I don't understand."

Lu Jianchuan laughed—a casual, undisguised laugh that only exists between acquaintances.

"Just kidding. Let's go, let's go."

Ye Ouyang stood to the side, watching the three of them go their separate ways, and scratched his head.

"What should I do then?" he muttered to himself, then seemed to think of something. "Maybe I'll go play chess with White Tiger."

He walked toward the dormitory area. As he rounded a corner in the hallway, he ran into Li Mo. Li Mo was in casual clothes, carrying nothing, his pace steady.

"Li Mo?" Ye Ouyang stopped. "Where are you going?"

Li Mo put his hands in his pockets and nodded to him.

"Going for a stroll."

"Oh, okay." Ye Ouyang waved. "See you later then."

Li Mo waved back, and the two passed each other, going their separate ways.