Chapter 61 The Reaction of the House of Morgan

When Lin Xinghai closed the system interface, he suddenly realized that something extraordinary seemed to be happening in the dormitory.

The five women, who had been gathered together talking, appeared to have reached some sort of consensus. All of them had returned to their respective beds and were stretching out their bodies.

Um! To be precise, they were all doing yoga.

"Uh... What are you girls doing?" Lin Xinghai asked, feigning ignorance while quietly swallowing hard.

"Doing yoga. Didn't you say that exercise can speed up the absorption of genetic fluid?" Liu Miaomiao replied.

"Oh, I see!" Lin Xinghai nodded while scanning the room with his eyes.

"Yoga really is a wonderful exercise!" Looking at the graceful and curvaceous figures of the women, Lin Xinghai couldn't help sighing inwardly.

Of course, among all of them, the most pleasing to the eye was still Wang Yao.

There was no helping it; Wang Yao's figure was inherently the most fiery. Every time she raised her chest, stretched, or did the splits, it was a rigorous test of Lin Xinghai's self-control.

In contrast to Wang Yao's voluptuous physique, Liu Miaomiao's body was exquisitely proportioned and coordinated, as if every single part possessed the golden ratio. Watching such a figure practice yoga was absolute feast for the eyes.

Lin Xinghai looked at Wang Yao, then at Liu Miaomiao. The two women were like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums—each possessed her own unique charms. The more he looked, the more he felt that this could not go on.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and wore a warm smile on his face. "Ahem! Well... I feel like your movements aren't quite standard enough. You guys really need some professional guidance."

"Ah! What are you doing?"

"Stop moving your hands around!"

"Where are you touching?!"

"Get out! Get out!"

Three minutes later, Lin Xinghai stood in the corridor, looking utterly melancholic. "Sigh, whatever happened to basic human trust?"

...

Meanwhile, in the upper district, there was another person even more melancholic than Lin Xinghai.

Gibson Morgan, the highest-ranking representative of the Morgan Consortium in the Star Shield Refuge and also a direct member of the Morgan family.

He stared fixedly at the documents before him, his sky-blue eyes gradually becoming bloodshot.

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

The middle-aged man in front of him was specially selected by his father from within the Morgan family to assist him, showing absolute loyalty to the family. He was also the person Gibson trusted most in this Star Shield Refuge.

"I have verified it repeatedly, Young Master," Middle-aged Butler Winter nodded and replied.

"What the hell kind of dumb luck is this? 1.5 tons of energy crystals! How on earth did they manage to stumble upon that?"

"At this rate, the reserve of energy crystals stored here in the Star Shield Refuge has already exceeded 5 tons. If they intend to make a move, they probably have more than enough capital to act."

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have listened to you and delayed launching the plan. Our situation wouldn't have turned out like this," Gibson began to complain as he continued.

"Young Master, our team analyzed this previously. Without complete preparation, the success rate would be at most fifty percent."

"If we succeeded, it would be fine, but if we failed and genuinely enraged the upper echelons of the Star Shield Refuge, there's no guarantee they wouldn't dare to strike back. By then, Young Master, your personal safety would likely be threatened," Butler Winter explained. His calm tone made Gibson's anger subside by more than half.

In fact, as a direct member of the Morgan Consortium, Gibson had no need to risk his life merely to increase control over the Star Shield Refuge.

After all, his coming to the Star Shield Refuge was just to pad his resume. With some tangible achievements he could present, he would strengthen his voice within the family.

Even if he accomplished nothing and turned out to be completely incompetent, as long as his surname was Morgan, he would be guaranteed a life of comfort and abundance for the rest of his days.

"So, with things having developed to this point, what do you suggest we do?" Gibson asked after calming down.

"Wait! Although their current confidentiality measures are tight, as long as they make any major moves later, it will be impossible to conceal it from our informants. We can simply carry out sabotage at the very last moment." Butler Winter spoke fluently, as if he had already considered this issue beforehand.

After pondering for a moment, Gibson could not help but nod in agreement.

At that moment, a knock sounded at the office door, and a female secretary wearing a miniskirt and boasting a fiery, curvaceous figure walked in with a cat-like stride.

"Young Master Gibson, there is a document here for you," the secretary said, her voice dripping with seductive charm.

However, after taking the document, Gibson merely waved his hand impatiently and dismissed her.

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

Generally speaking, changing one every week was just right. If the quality was exceptionally high, he could accept stretching it to half a month. But a month was pretty much his absolute limit.

The female secretary who had delivered herself to his office had already been working for him for two months. To put it bluntly, he was already tired of her.

Seeing that Gibson made no move to keep her, a flash of reluctance crossed the secretary's eyes, but she had no choice left other than to depart.

"Young Master, you really should pay more attention to your health," Old Butler Winter muttered, shaking his head as he watched the secretary leave.

"Don't worry, my health is just fine. In another month at most, my genetic optimization degree will reach 100%," Gibson replied dismissively, before opening the folder.

A glance at the classification mark told him immediately that this was intelligence sent from the lower district.

During this period, there was only one matter concerning the lower district that he cared about: the Rending Heaven Mercenary Corps.

Thinking of the video his subordinates had sent him yesterday, he couldn't help feeling a stir of heat in his heart.

He hadn't encountered a beauty of Liu Miaomiao's caliber in a very long time. Added to that was Wang Yao's voluptuous physique—she undoubtedly possessed her own distinct flavor as well.

However, as he carefully read through the contents inside, his expression shifted drastically, changing again and again.

Smack!

He slammed the document violently onto the desk.

"A mere Rending Heaven Mercenary Corps dares to repeatedly ruin my plans? Today I'll make an example of them..."

"Young Master, please calm down. The refuge's upper echelons are probably just waiting for us to make a mistake. Even if we could truly eradicate the Rending Heaven Mercenary Corps, our hidden forces would all be exposed and dragged down with them, and our previous preparations would go down the drain," Old Butler Winter quickly advised.

"Then what do you suggest we do? Are we just going to let them jump around right in front of me?" Gibson demanded, full of reluctance and resentment.

While dissuading him, Winter had already picked up the document to read it himself. He quickly gained a crystal-clear understanding of the entire chain of events.

"We might be able to make good use of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps. If this is framed as a conflict between mercenary groups, then even if the refuge's upper echelons know we are behind it, there is absolutely nothing they can do," Winter said with a smile, having formulated a rough plan in such a short amount of time.