"If I come next time and you still haven't fully researched it, then the next test subject..." The woman slowly leaned into the man's ear and whispered softly, "will be you."
"Understood, understood." The man kneeled on the ground, repeating himself, as cold sweat soaked his back.
"Why are you still standing there if you want to live?" the woman said coldly.
"Yes, I'll start researching right away." The man, with his trembling legs that had gone soft, hurriedly left, as if escaping from a God of Slaughter.
"Wait." At that moment, the woman spoke again, causing the man to freeze on the spot.
"What's the current status of those three active Mothmen?" she asked coldly.
"One of them is seriously injured, and one of its wings is broken; the other two are fine," the man replied, trembling.
"They are the first batch of test subjects. Make sure to keep it confidential. Once the HST project is completed, they will be just three pieces of trash," the woman said coldly.
"Yes."
