A week later.
The Lu Family's laboratory was invaded.
Dr. Zhong rushed over in the middle of the night, "Is the data still there?"
Dr. Liu, who was on duty, said, "It's all still there, and it hasn't been copied."
Dr. Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.
"Doctor," the assistant hurried in, "a blood sample is missing from the blood collection room."
His heart was yanked into his throat again, Dr. Zhong urgently asked, "Which one?"
"Tube 001."
That was the blood of the Lu Family's young master, Lu Jiangtang.
Exactly what he feared had happened.
The young master had a fever yesterday, and they had just drawn his blood, which hadn't been completely destroyed before it caught someone's attention.
Pullman.
Young Master Zhi had just recovered from his injuries yesterday, and today he couldn't stay in bed.
Kun answered a call and knocked on the door, "Young Master Zhi, I've got the stuff."
