Before the border unrest flared, Kalu and his troops were, at most, ignored by the people of Fia. They had cooperated once, ultimately falling out, but he was still Ilya's man, and he hadn't committed any overtly heinous acts in Fia.

But now everything had changed. Everyone was shouting: "Interstellar Federation, get out of Fia!" Ilya had drawn the ire of the masses, and he was caught in the crossfire. The Fia people wouldn't direct their anger at their own kind; it was all aimed at him and his army. The most frustrating part was that his son was being held hostage within Fia territory. If he left Fia, not only would all his efforts be wasted, but he wouldn't be able to protect his son either. Once outside Fia, there was no guarantee that Bailanxue wouldn't ambush him at the border. If he stayed in Fia, enduring the scorn of thousands would be one thing—he could handle that. What he couldn't bear was the daily barrage of rotten eggs and spoiled vegetables being hurled at his troops.

Ilya found Kalu, and the two men stared silently at the yard littered with the foul debris. Ilya briefly considered ordering a retreat, but the thought of his grand ambitions immediately solidified his resolve. "Don't pull back yet; just stay here. I'll go fetch a batch of Mutants from the cloning center to act as a buffer."

Kalu’s expression was grim, his silence heavy. Ilya knew what was troubling him: his great cause couldn't proceed without Kalu’s support. She softened her tone. "You don't need to worry about Bobo. As long as he’s within Fia territory, I guarantee he will be safe. Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll send a few people over to rescue him."

A flicker of excitement crossed Kalu’s face. "You still have assets available?" Ilya smiled. "Don't you know him? Rynar." Rynar commanded nearly a hundred ruthless desperadoes—perfect cannon fodder.

Ilya kept her word. The next day, Peizhe's clones appeared at the space stations across the capital city, ostensibly to "maintain" order, while Rynar and his band of brothers simultaneously rushed toward the Fip star system.

Tang Wen sat on the balcony of the hotel, gazing leisurely at the temporarily quiet Crystal Palace, and asked Blan, "How is it looking now?" Blan chuckled. "Stirring the pot is the most effective tool in interstellar affairs, bar none. Utilizing the power of public opinion to mobilize the masses can achieve anything with effortless ease."

Tang Wen activated his optical computer screen, scanned the latest report sent by the Teuton Mercenary Group, and smiled faintly. "It's time to capture Peizhe." Blan nodded and opened his Ultra-Com screen to transmit the orders. Half an hour later, Blan’s operatives covered Peizhe's original body in a black sack just outside the Crystal Palace, injected him with a soporific, quietly loaded him onto an airship, stowed him in the shuttle bay, and whisked him out of Fia at top speed.

Recently, rental prices in the asteroid belt of the Xilian star system had been skyrocketing. The pervert had just arrived in the Xilian system, intending to haggle with Ziye over costs, when Peizhe's original body was delivered. The pervert immediately tossed the price negotiations to the farthest corner of his mind. He took an empty office from Ziye, setting up a temporary laboratory, spreading out all his professional equipment, sharpening his tools, ready to dissect Peizhe.

Knowing his disposition, Ziye sent Xiao Hong to assist him. Xiao Hong was busy finalizing a report and couldn't make it over immediately, so she called Tang Wan to check on things. Tang Wan, not knowing the situation, bounced happily over. She pushed the door open to see a two-meter-long white examination table set up in the center of the office, upon which lay a completely naked man. The pervert, encased in surgical robes with only his eyes showing—eyes blazing with astonishing intensity—brought a gleaming knife down toward the man's head—

Ah— Tang Wan shrieked and fainted. Halley rushed over upon hearing the commotion. He raised an eyebrow at the scene, carefully picked up Tang Wan, and locked the door on his way out. This sort of spectacle was unsuitable for children or adults alike; better to keep it behind closed doors! This group from Wolf’s Den was even more ferocious than the pirates of the Tama system.

In reality, they had misunderstood the pervert. The pervert truly had no intention of cleaving Peizhe’s head off in one stroke. So-called research meant understanding every single hair on the subject's body without causing primary harm. The pervert glanced sideways at Halley’s actions and snorted internally; useless people—not even as brave as his G-system little girl.

With the assistance of the G-system little girl, the pervert swiftly and thoroughly examined Peizhe. "What an incredibly resilient body this must be to have survived this long!" the pervert exclaimed while writing his experiment report. On his body were traces of Fia's famous AK4 agent residue, along with dozens of bizarre chemicals, some of which he hadn't even been able to identify yet. The pervert cared nothing for who had injected him with so many agents; his only concern was how he could remain mentally lucid after absorbing such a variety of lethally toxic compounds.

He pushed the optical screen aside, sat down, and pondered for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He dialed Ziye's number. "Little Stinky, prepare a battleship for me. I need to return to the Rose Garden at Wolf’s Den headquarters." Ziye sounded surprised. "Didn't you come over in a shuttle? What's wrong?" The pervert was excited. "I'm on the verge of a major breakthrough in biological research. For now, prepare an ice cavern for me; I need to cryogenically freeze the test subject."

Ziye knew his personality and didn't ask further questions, ordering men to prepare everything to his specifications swiftly. The pervert, like an excited teenager, scrambled onto the battleship, then shouted back over his shoulder, "I’ll notify you as soon as I have the research results!" Ziye nodded and waved. The pervert was utterly overjoyed. Upon returning to the Rose Garden at Wolf’s Den headquarters, he headed straight for his clone laboratory. Peizhe was an experiment too rare to waste; not doing something with him would be a disservice to himself.

He first backed up everything needed to create Peizhe's clones, then fabricated fifty clones in his likeness. After they were ready, he injected a portion of Peizhe's consciousness into each clone. After finishing his work, the pervert excitedly called Ziye on the Ultra-Com. "Little Stinky, we can start selling clones now!" Ziye twitched her eye. "Will anyone buy them?" The pervert confidently placed his hands on his hips and laughed heartily. "I'm telling you, Peizhe is absolutely not as simple as he appears on the surface! It’s a stroke of luck he fell into my hands; I will definitely make his thinking widely known." Ziye was curious. "What exactly is his thinking?" The pervert played coy, giving a mysterious smile. "I won't tell you." Ziye showed dissatisfaction. "If you don't tell me, I'll never help you again." The pervert replied lightly, "That's fine. These clones are incredibly useful. Even if we can't sell them, Wolf's Den can use them ourselves, and we certainly won't lose out..." Ziye threatened, "Are you going to tell me or not?" Seeing her on the verge of an explosion, the pervert grinned and said a single sentence. Upon hearing it, Ziye's eyes widened twofold. This can't be real, can it? Did she no longer need to avenge Ilya? Was someone else going to do it for her? -RS