South City's suburban district, a basement of an unfinished building.
Jiao Hongyuan squatted darkly at the basement staircase entrance with his palms together, constantly rotating his thumbs.
Occasionally, when his thumbs rubbed against each other, they emitted a sound like metal clashing.
After a while, the basement entrance above was lifted open.
A young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight with half-long hair, wearing a sleeveless vest marked with a razor, walked down.
His physique was somewhat lean, not bulky, but if one looked closely, they would see that his muscles were tightly wound like steel was embedded beneath the skin, incredibly hard and even giving a sense of sharpness similar to a blade.
Jiao Hongyuan looked at him and began by asking, "Bijin, how did it go?"
Razor Gang's leader, Su Bijin, approached Jiao Hongyuan and respectfully said:
"Master, all the experimental subjects have been transferred."
