They tumbled and Mingshen fell upon Jia. She froze as his face was too close to her taste. She recalled the kiss, and her gaze darkened.

  With a straight uppercut at his jaw, Jia pushed him hard and got back on her feet.

  "Ow," Mingshen rubbed his chin and got up as well. "What was that for? Are you afraid that I will kiss you again?"

  "Try that shit again and you will lose your balls," Jia coldly narrowed her eyes.

  "And here I was relishing your smell~ You got up too soon."

  His assistant hurried towards him. "B-Boss! I am really sorry! I-I…… Please don't kill me! I apologize. I was too excited."

  Jia's mouth twitched.

  Mingshen darted a careless glance at him. "That test tube is not something to carry around, idiot."

  He sweated hard. "I know I should have kept it in the lab, but I forgot in excitement…"

  Jia wondered what was so special about that liquid anyway which Mingshen answered. "It's a truth serum."

  Her expression turned ugly.

  "First of all, truth serum has scientific and ethical implications to use, and I don't expect ethics from a crazy doctor like you. But this clearly looks like acid."

  He beamed. "That's why it's a truth serum in its own way. You know, specifically made for the Underworld. A drop of it on anybody's tongue will bring hell right down to earth for him."

  She said nothing.

  "And then he will start coughing up all sorts of information. Basically, it's like concentrated sulphuric acid, but with a touch of my fingers~"

  "It's a torture device."

  "It's a truth serum," Mingshen remained firm. "But the question in my mind is why you saved me?" He tilted his head.

  Jia narrowed her eyes.

  "Wasn't it an opportunity for you? If this deadly liquid had fallen on me, I would be incapacitated. My skin would have burned and melted. I could have hardly focused on a prisoner, and you could have run away. Or maybe take me hostage and force my guards to let you go. Freedom."

  Jia snorted. "Don't fly in the clouds. This poison is not enough punishment for a bastard like you. Life is precious and I suppose your mother who cooked such delicious lunches and dinners wouldn't be too thrilled seeing her son's dead body."

  He blinked his eyes.

  "I am a cop. My instinct is to save lives. Even though I am itching to make a hole in your head right now, I won't. I am not the law, so I won't break my principles. I will not cross the line I am not supposed to. If I had stayed where I was, I would have become a murderer, and I have no interest in joining that gang with you pathetic losers."

  "So you will save me even though you are imprisoned because of me?"

  She sneered. "Dead or alive, it doesn't matter. I will be out of here anyway. It's just the question of when, and it won't be far."

  Mingshen stared hard at her. His eyes twinkled with a glint of amusement and curiosity and then he burst into a full blown laughter. "Hahahahaha!"

  Jia raised her brow.

  This crazy doctor needs treatment himself, she thought.

  "You are incredible…… Spicy, you are incredible! You just missed a golden chance of your escape and you are fine with it! Hahaha!"

  *Present*

  There was nothing much to say afterwards, so Jia was politely escorted back to her room.

  Lu Bojing had a complicated expression on his face. Mingshen's irises were shining in thrill. "It's like I get to see a new side of my Spicy everyday. Isn't she a wonderful research subject? I would like to study her more."

  He coughed.

  "S-Sure. But the transplant preparations…"

  Mingshen's fingers paused, and he narrowed his eyes at him.

  "The woman is in a stable condition now. Her vitals were too weak to undergo a transplant, but your drugs have stabilized her. Subject 076's condition is also good now."

  Mingshen sneered. "You seem to be in a hurry for the transplant."

  Lu Bojing blinked his eyes. "N-No Boss. I am just stating the report…" his voice turned meek as Mingshen's gaze turned dangerous. "Boss was waiting for the right donor and transplant operation so-so…"

  Mingshen got up, making him go pale. He wrapped his arm around his assistant's shoulders and smiled. Lu Bojing gulped.

  "So-sorry Boss! I-I just…"

  Mingshen said, "My capable assistant. Are you really sure that we are ready to do the transplant?"

  "T-t-the report says so…"

  He felt a crushing pressure on his shoulder, and he froze. Lu Bojing looked like a ghost as mild pain started to course through him. He sobbed.

  What did I do?

  "O-of course not!"

  He felt the pressure easing. His legs were shaking as he stammered. "I-I-I must be mi-mistaken. How can we be ready for a transplant?"

  Mingshen touched his chin. "I see. So you made a mistake."

  He nodded hard.

  "So there is no need to do the operation NOW, right?"

  He nodded hard again as if his life depended on it. "There must be some issues with the machines…"

  Mingshen sighed. "You should be careful with your analysis, Lu Bojing. They are not ready yet and look what you said. If I had lost my Spicy because of your careless reporting, then how would you have taken responsibility?"

  He trembled. He couldn't put a finger on it, but the atmosphere had grown extremely dark for some reason.

  "Leave. There is still a lot of time for the surgery. We have to gauge a lot of parameters before passing the judgement. So don't say that again."

  "Yes Boss!"

  Lu Bojing scurried away with the first chance he got. Outside, his knees felt weak, and he almost collapsed. He had never felt that pressure from Mingshen before. He was a dangerous man, no doubt. But his eyes held a different type of threat in them.

  Lu Bojing wiped his forehead.

  I thought Boss can not become anymore insane, but today it was off the charts!

  He mumbled…… "They are really ready for the transplant. Didn't Boss want to save that woman as soon as possible? So why is he saying that they aren't?"