Invincible through Touching Corpses-Chapter 62 - 61: The Morgan Conglomerate’s Reaction

Chapter 62: Chapter 61: The Morgan Conglomerate’s Reaction

When Lin Xinghai closed his system panel, he suddenly realized something incredible had happened in the dorm room.

The five women, who had been gathered together talking, seemed to have finished their discussion. They had all returned to their beds and were stretching their bodies.

Well, to be more precise, they were all doing yoga.

"Uh... what are you all doing?" Lin Xinghai asked, feigning ignorance while silently swallowing.

"We’re doing yoga. Didn’t you say that exercise could speed up the absorption of the Genetic Medicine Liquid?" Liu Miaomiao replied.

"Oh, right!" Lin Xinghai nodded, his eyes scanning the room.

’Yoga really is a great exercise!’ Lin Xinghai couldn’t help but think to himself as he watched the women’s graceful and shapely figures.

Of course, among the women, the most eye-catching was still Wang Yao.

After all, Wang Yao had the most voluptuous figure. Every time she lifted her head and arched her back, or did a split, it was another test of Lin Xinghai’s self-control.

But compared to Wang Yao’s voluptuous figure, Liu Miaomiao’s body was graceful and harmonious, as if perfectly proportioned. Watching a body like hers do yoga was an absolute delight.

Lin Xinghai looked at Wang Yao, then at Liu Miaomiao. Each possessed her own unique charm. The more he watched, the more he felt he couldn’t let this continue.

He took a deep breath and stood up, a genial smile on his face. "Ahem! Well... I think your form isn’t quite right. You should get some professional guidance."

"Hey! What do you think you’re doing?"

"Keep your hands to yourself!"

"Where do you think you’re touching?"

"Get out! Get out!"

Three minutes later, Lin Xinghai stood in the hallway with a look of profound sorrow. ’Sigh, what happened to basic trust between people!’

...

Meanwhile, in the Upper Level District, there was another person even more frustrated than Lin Xinghai.

Gibson Morgan, the top executive of the Morgan Conglomerate at the Star Shield Shelter, was also a direct member of the Morgan family.

He stared at the document in front of him, his sky-blue eyes becoming increasingly bloodshot.

"Is this intel accurate?" he asked the middle-aged butler standing before him.

The middle-aged man before him had been handpicked by his father from within the Morgan family to assist him. He was absolutely loyal to the family and was the person Gibson trusted most at the Star Shield Shelter.

"I’ve triple-checked, Young Master," the middle-aged butler, Winter, nodded.

"What fucking dumb luck! 1.5 tons of Energy Crystal Stones! To think they’d just stumble upon a haul like that."

"That means the Star Shield Shelter’s reserve of Energy Crystal Stones has now surpassed five tons. If they’re planning something, they probably have enough to make their move now."

"I knew I shouldn’t have listened to you. If we’d launched the plan earlier, we wouldn’t be in this situation," Gibson said, his tone turning resentful.

"Young Master, our team’s previous analysis showed that without full preparation, the chance of success would be 50% at best."

"Success would have been one thing. But if we had failed and truly angered the Star Shield Shelter’s leadership, there’s no guarantee they wouldn’t have retaliated. At that point, Young Master, your own life could have been in danger," Winter explained. His calm tone defused much of Gibson’s anger.

In fact, as a direct member of the Morgan Conglomerate, Gibson had no need to put his life in danger just to increase control over the Star Shield Shelter.

After all, he’d only come to the Star Shield Shelter to burnish his credentials. Any notable achievements would increase his influence within the family.

Even if he did nothing, even if he was a complete good-for-nothing, as long as his last name was Morgan, he’d be set for life.

"So now that it’s come to this, what do you think we should do?" Gibson asked, having calmed down.

"Wait. Their security is tight for now, but it’s impossible for them to hide a major move from our informants. We just need to sabotage them at the critical moment," Winter replied instantly, as if he’d already considered the question.

Gibson considered this for a moment and couldn’t help but nod.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door, and a curvaceous secretary in an ultra-short miniskirt sauntered in.

"Young Master Gibson, a document for you." The secretary’s voice was utterly seductive.

However, after taking the document, Gibson simply gave her an impatient wave of dismissal.

When it came to women, he enjoyed the thrill of novelty.

Generally, a new one every week was just right. If she was of exceptional quality, he could tolerate keeping her for half a month. But a full month was practically his limit.

This secretary, who had practically thrown herself at him, had been working here for two months. In short, he was sick of her.

When the secretary saw that Gibson made no move to keep her, a flash of resentment crossed her eyes, but she could only leave, dejected.

"Young Master, you really should take better care of your health," his butler, Winter, said, shaking his head as he watched the secretary leave.

"Don’t worry, I’m in great shape. In another month at most, my Genetic Optimization Level will reach 100%," Gibson replied nonchalantly, then opened the folder.

He glanced at the markings on the folder and knew it was intel from the Lower City District.

Lately, there was only one thing he cared about concerning the Lower Level District: the Axe Gang.

He recalled the video the gang had sent via one of his subordinates yesterday, and a heat stirred within him.

He hadn’t encountered a beauty on Liu Miaomiao’s level in a long time. And then there was Wang Yao’s voluptuous figure, which would surely offer its own unique pleasures.

However, as he read through the contents, his expression twisted.

SLAM!

He slammed the file onto the desk.

"A measly little Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps dares to ruin my plans again and again. Today, I’ll make an example of them..."

"Young Master, calm down. The Shelter’s leadership is likely just waiting for us to make a mistake. Even if we could actually wipe out the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps, we’d have to expose all of our hidden assets. All our previous planning would be for nothing," Winter quickly interjected.

"Then what do you suggest? We’re just supposed to let them run wild right under my nose?" Gibson demanded, his face a mask of frustration.

As he spoke, Winter picked up the file and began to read it. He quickly got a clear picture of the entire incident.

"This Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps... we might be able to make good use of them. If it’s framed as a conflict between two Mercenary Corps, then even if the Shelter’s leadership knows we’re behind it, their hands will be tied," Winter said with a smile. In that short amount of time, he had already formulated the rough outlines of a plan.