I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 746 - 744: Zhang Menglong, Are You Plotting Against Me?

"This bastard!" Watching Zhang Menglong's eerily smiling mouth, how could Otto be in the dark about what was happening?

Zhang Menglong absolutely had the ability to save him before his arm was torn off, but he deliberately delayed his action!

But even knowing Zhang Menglong was so treacherous, Otto couldn't do anything about it. Who could tell if he had tried his best to save him? He could easily claim that he had done everything he could.

Extracting a pill from his own body, Otto swallowed it, and the bleeding from his severed arm quickly stopped. In their Supernaturals Alliance, the scientific research strength of those scientists was by no means inferior to Longxia's.

"Forget it, it's good enough to save one's life," Bruce immediately came over to comfort Otto. Compared to their companions who had already been torn to shreds, they were quite fortunate. "It's just losing an arm; once you get back to the new headquarters, there are ways to let it regrow."

"That might not necessarily be the case, Mr. Bruce," Zhang Menglong took out that instruction manual again. "According to what's stated here, this model of robot comes with strong ionizing radiation, and the wounds it inflicts create permanent, irreversible damage."

"What did you say?"

"Don't believe me? Take a look at your wound?"

Glancing at his severed arm, Otto saw that the arm, whose bleeding had stopped, had actually started bleeding again, and the wound began to emit a faint putrid smell, as if it were rotting.

"How can this be?"

Attempting to purify his wound with his psychic abilities, Otto knew that the power of thunder and lightning was stronger than the burning of fire, and any virus or bacteria would stand no chance of surviving under such electrical surges.

"Mr. Otto, don't bother wasting your energy. This isn't some kind of virus or microbial infection," Zhang Menglong explained, "This ionizing radiation directly destroys your chromosomes. Your body is strong enough to prevent the radiation from spreading, but this arm is likely beyond saving."

"Damn it!" Otto didn't think Zhang Menglong was deceiving him. How could he be unable to deal with a common wound?

"We better bandage it for now." At this point, they could only physically stop the bleeding.

"You all go and deal with that robot."

Zhang Menglong issued a command to the group of robots he had been controlling. The dozen or so robots instantly fused into one larger mechanical monster, which firmly pinned another robot underneath it.

The Huaxia youths immediately rushed forward, trying to wrest control from it.

"Mr. Otto, it's really quite a pity..." Zhang Menglong shook his head and then sighed. "Who says I'm not kind-hearted? I do have a way to help Mr. Otto with limb regeneration."

"You have a way?"

Zhang Menglong produced a pill. "This is a Miracle Elixir created by our ancient Huaxia Alchemy Technique, specifically designed to repair genetic damage. Just take it, and your damaged chromosomes will recover. Moreover, it will enhance your cell activity and stem cell differentiation in a short period, helping with your limb regeneration!"

Upon hearing Zhang Menglong's introduction, Otto immediately reached out to grab it, but Zhang Menglong quickly withdrew his hand.

"Well, Mr. Otto, this elixir is incredibly precious. Each ingredient is extremely rare, and it is quite costly to produce."

"Just tell me how much you want for it!"

"One billion US dollars!"

"Are you robbing me? Is this broken thing really worth one billion dollars?" Otto was furious. He didn't lack one billion; as the most powerful person in the Supernaturals Alliance, his personal assets amounted to much more than one billion dollars.

Just having given away one billion and now being asked for another billion, Zhang Menglong's outrageous demand was treating him like a cash cow, wasn't it?

"Mr. Otto, I'm trying to save your life out of the goodness of my heart, but you'll hurt my feelings speaking like this," said Zhang Menglong. "Of course, as a businessman, I always operate with a conscience and never force a sale. That wound on your arm isn't fatal, but the one on your chest..."

Only then did Otto feel a scorching pain in his chest. Glancing at it, he saw that the tissue and organs around the wound had begun to rot, and even the exposed parts of his breastbone were blackening.

"Pfff!" Suddenly, Otto spat out a mouthful of black blood, mixed with large chunks of his internal organs...

Otto was not uneducated; on the contrary, before joining the Supernaturals Alliance, he was a professor of biology!

His current situation was identical to that of someone exposed to intense radiation!

The dire consequence of shattered chromosomes was that his cells couldn't divide or differentiate, and once all the intact cells on his body died, his body would gradually collapse.

As for psychics, they existed because their bodily mutations caused their life processes to be much faster than those of normal humans.

In the recorded history, a person who suffered from severe radiation exposure had lived for no more than 200 days before dying with their body completely decayed. As a psychic, Otto was afraid that this process would progress several times faster!

"Mr. Zhang, may I buy this elixir from you?" Orevesky, holding his arm, walked over. There was a wound on his arm, and the surrounding muscles had already completely decayed. He too had been injured in the recent battle.

"Of course you can!" Zhang Menglong directly tossed the elixir to him.

By this time, the students from the Super God Academy had also cracked the robot's code. The twenty or so killing machines had now become the private property of Zhang Menglong and the others.

"Your skills are lacking, taking ten minutes or so to decipher, make sure you pay attention next class," Zhang Menglong muttered, "Bingyu, Yunyi, collect the money first!"

Although letting go of 1 billion US dollars was painful, at that moment, life was more important than money.

Orevesky swallowed the elixir, and in just a few minutes, the smell emanating from the wound disappeared. Even the muscle tissue and skin around the wound started to heal at a visible rate, and after a short while, his injury had completely recovered.

"This is miraculous!" Seeing this sight, Orevesky felt that his 1 billion dollars were well spent!

"Mr. Zhang, do you have any more?"

"I do!" Zhang Menglong took out a porcelain bottle, "1 billion US dollars per pill, form a line!"

...

"Only one pill remains!" Zhang Menglong poured an elixir from the bottle, but there were still three people injured.

"Mr. Zhang, I'll offer 1.2 billion US dollars, please sell it to me!" a psychic from Brahma Country said. Judging by the current rate of his wound decaying, he had at most one or two hours left to live, and not even their Ganges River's poison counteracting poison could help!

"I'll offer 1.5 billion US dollars!" a psychic from England hastily said. Now was a matter of life and death.

"I'll offer 1.8 billion!" the psychic from Brahma Country continued to raise the bid!

"Hahaha, 1.8 billion US dollars going once! 1.8 billion US dollars going twice!"

"2 billion!" the psychic from England didn't want to be outdone.

"2 billion US dollars for the first time, this is the last pill, you know?"

"2.5 billion!"

"3 billion!"

...

"I offer 5 billion US dollars!" Otto finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mr. Otto, sorry, we all want to survive, 6 billion!"

"7 billion!"

"10 billion!" When it came to wealth, no one there could beat Otto, "Anyone else with a higher bid? If not, it's mine!"

A look of despair flashed in the eyes of the psychics from Brahma Country and England; they truly didn't have 10 billion US dollars!

"Hahaha!" Otto paid the money and delightedly swallowed the hard-earned life-saving elixir.

"Mr. Zhang, are there really none left?" The last two despairing people looked at Zhang Menglong.

"I really don't have any more on me, let me ask them if they have any," Zhang Menglong turned and asked, "Do you guys have any left?"

"Dean, I have one more bottle!" Chen Bingyu replied.

"Dean, I have a bottle as well!"

"Oh, there's more, hahaha, then let's keep it at 1 billion US dollars each!" Zhang Menglong laughed.

The smile on Otto's face came to an abrupt end, "Zhang Menglong? Are you playing me?"