The Chef Rules the Last Days
Chapter 389 - 388: His Cautiousness

Chapter 389: Chapter 388: His Cautiousness

Confusion, blankness, and naivete—a series of complex expressions all appeared on her face.

"My girl, you’re awake," Su Yao stood by the bed, affectionately touching her face.

Afterward, Lu Jin helped her up.

Her skin color had returned to normal, indistinguishable from before; Lu Jin unconsciously relaxed his expression, and the rampant and violent aura on his body significantly subsided.

Su Mo just stared blankly at Su Yao, who held a pen and a notebook, recording something with the pen in his hand before suddenly flipping his fingertips towards her face in an attack.

Su Mo panicked and dodged backward, shrinking next to Lu Jin and clinging to his hand, her face full of fear.

With just that expression, Lu Jin wrapped one arm around the woman’s shoulder and his hand directly grabbed Su Yao’s wrist with such force that it almost crushed it, "You dare?!"

Delighted by Su Mo’s expression, Su Yao struggled free, retracting his hand and rubbing his wrist, "I was just making sure she is clean."

He patted Su Mo’s head, and she recoiled, holding onto Lu Jin’s arm tightly.

Now she was like a thornless rose, so clean that it made Lu Jin’s heart race.

But in the next second, Su Mo’s hand clenched violently; through the clothes, her nails pierced and scraped a large patch of flesh on his arm, seemingly hitting an artery, as blood suddenly spurted out, spraying her face with it.

Scared by her own strength, Su Mo instantly let go of Lu Jin’s arm, making strange yelling noises from her mouth, and fell from the experimental platform to the ground.

Bleeding from his arm, Lu Jin wasn’t affected by his jubilation, and he didn’t even tend to his wound before approaching her again to comfort her with a low voice, "It’s okay, it was just an accident."

He could tolerate this?

Su Mo rolled her eyes internally; she had intentionally scratched at the artery, yet this man didn’t care at all—truly a combat machine among freaks.

However, it seemed her strength had returned, and the magnitude of it had frightened her.

Su Mo was placed back on the experimental platform, writhing in Lu Jin’s arms and trying to escape, but she was tightly restrained and couldn’t move a muscle.

"What’s happening?" Lu Jin’s forbidding gaze was fixed on Su Yao, who was continuously recording data on the electronic board.

Su Yao halted, his tone excited, "Her power has just been released. It’s normal for her to have trouble controlling her violent factor. We need to train her."

Train?

With a bewildered and fearful expression on her face, Su Mo’s inner conscience slowly made Zhao Changsheng’s signature gesture at the other party. Thumbs up!

As the blood flowed, a large part of Su Mo’s shoulder was soaked red with Lu Jin’s blood, even the cloth covering her chest was bloodstained. The smell of rust at her nose made her desperately want to get away from him.

"Will it hurt her?" Lu Jin once again restrained her moving, his face somewhat pale from the loss of blood.

"Hurt her?" Su Yao seemed to hear an incredibly funny joke and looked meaningfully at Lu Jin’s arm, "It would be a miracle if she didn’t harm anyone else."

"Do you know how many people she killed as a child?" Su Yao suddenly leaned forward mysteriously on the experimental platform toward Lu Jin.

Their chins were just above Su Mo’s head, and she could hear their conversation clearly.

"An entire army, at the age of seven, was all strangled. Regular artillery shells couldn’t even scratch a bit of her skin."

Outside the door, two nurses walked in, beginning to dress Lu Jin’s wound..

Su Mo, caught between the two men, was truly bewildered on her face. 7 years old?

When she had been abandoned at Su Huaqiang’s home, she was clearly still in swaddling clothes; she had some recollection of being 7 years old, sneaking some New Year’s candy and going hungry for two days without a single grain of rice.

What was going on?

It wasn’t just her; Lu Jin also felt something was off. He didn’t underestimate Su Mo’s combat abilities, but he was puzzled by her age as well, "What I saw in the Flagellated Algae Illusion was not like this."

Su Yao smiled mysteriously, "An embryo, after all, only becomes the perfect generation after being modified and refined over and over again."

He touched Su Mo’s hair, again and again, "She went out of control and killed an entire army. The higher-ups naturally wouldn’t let it go just like that. It was also a good opportunity since her genes were not perfect back then, so I just let her ’die’ and recreated her."

"Look at the result now, I just need to add a little color, and she becomes my ultimate weapon," Su Yao bowed his head to meet her gaze, his rough fingers from long-term experimentation stroking Su Mo’s face, "My good girl, I am your father."

Suppressing the chills at the bottom of her heart and controlling her body to not tremble with hatred, she stared blankly at the pen clipped to his chest.

"Do you like this?"

He took the pen off and removed the cap, handed it to Su Mo, and guided her hand to scribble on the electronic board.

Su Mo followed his lead while her gaze was fixed unblinkingly on the sharp pen tip. At the moment he let go, intending for her to try on her own, she mimicked what he had just done as a deliberate test, leaving only a blur of her arm. The entire pen tip plunged into Su Yao’s left eye.

"Ahhhh!"

Once again startled, Su Mo seemed not to understand why he was shrieking so sharply. After letting go, she shrunk back into Lu Jin’s embrace.

The medics who had just finished bandaging Lu Jin were now all in a flurry attending to Su Yao.

The man cherished her clinginess dearly, and the arm that had just been stitched up and had stopped bleeding was once again wrapping her protectively.

For the first time, she actively sought his protection, which felt like stepping into the clouds, unbelievably comfortable.

"You should not have made a testing movement in front of her. She learned it. You can’t blame her for this," he comforted Su Mo in his arms and said to Su Yao.

The front half of the pen had nearly split Su Yao’s eyeball in two. He screamed in agony as several doctors rushed in to treat him in a frenzy.

"Take her back to Eden House to stay," Su Yao, enduring the pain, admitted the incident couldn’t be blamed on Su Mo; she was like a newborn baby, whose every move was through imitation.

However, this ultimate generation’s speed and strength were indeed unbelievably powerful. Even with magnetic field suppression, it didn’t give him a chance to evade.

Lu Jin carried Su Mo off the experimental platform and they returned to where she had first changed clothes.

It was that children’s room.

With her intelligence now at zero, was she not just like a child?

Placed on the children’s bed, she was naturally short and thin, and when she lay down, it fit just right.

No sooner had she touched the bed than she curled up in a corner, her gaze fixated on his injured arm.

Lu Jin sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at his arm, which had started to bleed again, clearly having opened up from exertion just now.

"Are you worried about me?"

He posed the question to her with a cautious and careful tone.