"How are the preparations going?" Through the wide halls of the palace, the figure of a blond middle-aged man traveled, accompanied by a lanky, bespectacled person.
"His body is more suitable than any other subject." The Prime Minister reported while fixing his glasses. There was a smirk of evilness on his face, which signified how much the success of the project could be beneficial to him.
The humiliation he has faced because of the redhead b*tch, he would soon take the revenge for that. With the new experimental subject in possession, cloning the traits and genes of a person would no longer be a myth.
"Have you searched for that boy's background?" The Emperor asked in his usual tone; completely unaffected by the fact that he was playing with the lives of several innocent beings just to accomplish his dream.
