"Oliver, why do we sit down and talk calmly?" Looking at Oliver who was a little embarrassed, Meng Ao rolled his eyes and handed over a glass of wine.

Sara and Roy, who followed Oliver, were in a bad state at the moment.

"Where is Xiya? Let Xiya go?" Even Roy, who was pressed by the tyrants on both sides of him, could not get up and was worried about the safety of his girlfriend Xiya, had no reduction in his anger.

"Amazing resilience and strength, Mr. Roy. Is it Mirakuru's power?" Meng's eyes turned to Roy who was roaring.

"How did you know?" Oliver, whose hood was torn off, lay on the floor like salad, and asked with pain. Roy had injected Mirakuru and survived. This was a secret that only their Green Arrow team knew.

"There is no secret that is not airtight in this world, it just depends on how many people you know." Meng Ao stood up from the chair. "Of course, I didn't know this secret from nowhere, but I inferred based on Mr. Roy's condition. Those who can be beaten up by the tyrant as a sandbag for half a minute and can still move at this moment don't look like normal people no matter how they look."

"You have been observing us just now?" Sala coughed in a mess. She had undergone the harsh training of the Assassin Alliance, so she also had an incredible understanding of the human body. Whether this human body was someone else or herself, it was far beyond the body's resistance to the attacks of some so-called elite special forces in the army. Before being thrown into this room, it had already exceeded the limit she had endured.

"Press him firmly." Meng Ao skipped the salad problem, took out a syringe tube from his pocket, rotated the tube and poked out the sharp needle, lifted Roy's rotator cuff, and gently pressed it against the skin of his wrist.

observe?

The cloned tyrant with his cell theme has some inexplicable spiritual connection with him after being harshly modulated. As long as he thinks, he can know what the tyrant is doing and what he is watching.

"Don't touch me!"

Roy struggled hard for a while, but in return he was suppressed by the tyrant behind him with stronger force.

"What do you want to do to Roy?" Looking at Roy who was pressed by the tyrant with his knees, pressing his head with one hand, and his face pressed against the carpet, Oliver struggled and moved for a while, but the sudden severe pain that surged in his body almost did not make him dizzy.

"It's just a special collection habit of a biological researcher. I didn't want to do anything to him." Meng Ao said, stabbing the needle into Roy's skin and quickly extracting a tube of bright red blood.

Roy did not cooperate throughout the whole process and struggled hard, although it was futile under the suppression of the tyrant.

"Milakuru's living serum has been collected, which is a great treasure. Even Storm Enterprise has only heard of this super serum from Japan. The Japanese used people from the East to experiment with this so-called super serum in the East, and achieved considerable results by relying on bloody means and a large amount of live supply."

"But even the legendary finished product, the final success rate of living is so low that it is a bit unbearable."

"Just like Storm's original super serum."

"Do you want to catch me for a human test?" Half of his face was pressed against the thick carpet, and even the emphasis on Roy's speech became muffled, but the ridicule and anger on his face and eyes were undoubtedly revealed.

At the same time, Roy's struggle became even more intense, and his power was even greater than that of the tyrant who had suppressed him as stable as Mount Tai, his limbs trembled slightly.

"I'm just a collector attack." Meng'ao focused on Roy's expression and emotions. "It seems that you are prone to anger. Is it your nature or the influence of Mirakuru? Can anger increase your strength briefly and slightly?"

"It seems that Mirakuru also has some sequelae."

"What do you want to deal with us?" Oliver advised Roy to remain calm, while making it clear to Meng Ao. He felt unsuppressible annoyance and depression in his heart at this moment. He was not regretting his actions this time, but regretting that he did not pay more attention to Meng Ao's power.

Meng Ao blinked, "I still requested two days ago. Return my serum, and hand over Milakulu, and finally, hand over the person who gave you super serum."

"Yes, but you have to let my family and both of them go, and promise not to hurt them in the future." Oliver said firmly.

"Do you know Oliver? You really don't have much chips on your hand."

"But you need it!"

“It’s hard to say.”

Oliver's heart thrust.

"The third generation of super serum has been lost for so many years, and Storm Enterprise has also had better finished products and core products. In fact, its importance to Storm Enterprise, as well as me and my family has faded over and over again with the passage of time."

"I'll be happy to find it, but I lost it again, but nothing. I seem to have told you that the third generation of super serum is secondary to my visit."

"As for Milakuru, yes, my special collection obsession made me want to get it a little. And I have got it now. You see, a tube of Milakuru's living blood, and a hidden, lively test body."

"Let me think about it, what chips do you have to take out to trade with me?" Meng Ao stroked his jaw, as if he was thinking, and seemed to think seriously. The next moment, he seemed to suddenly realize it, and then said, "Well, you do have chips in your hand."

"You should be glad that Oliver, glad that I want to know some of the truth back then, and you have experienced five hellish years on Purgatory Island. Those five years have transformed you from a rich man with a smooth mouth and a fragile mentality to a deep, restrained and tough-willed archery master."

"Imma can't peek into your memory as much as she wants, it's a pity."

"But I didn't plan to use any violent means at all. Let's be honest and honest with each other, Oliver."

"I need them to be safe," Oliver said seriously.

"They are safe. Do you think I would use kidnapping or something to force you to submit?" Meng Ao said coldly: "In fact, I don't need to do this. Because I have too many better, more hidden, and more effective methods."

"But those take time, and I want to know some of the truth about that year as soon as possible."

"The five years on Purgatory Island have brought me more than what you said. What it really taught me is not to trust others easily! Because those five years are full of deception and betrayal." Oliver was both a compromise and a persistent saying.

He needs Meng Ao to come up with some proof that will make him feel at ease!

Meng Ao looked at Oliver, who was competing against each other, and the air around him was condensed and silent for a moment.

"I never lie Oliver because I knew the price of lying at a young age." Meng'ao whispered: "So you'd better not lie, lying can't be hidden from Emma."

Meng Ao said, taking the phone from the White Queen Emma and dialing a person's phone: "Ms. Moira?"

"Meng Ao?"

A familiar voice rushed out of the microphone, and the hands-free setting allowed everyone on the field to hear the words on the opposite side.

"I just want to ask you, Mr. Walter, if Siya has arrived?"

"We were just sending Laurel, but we haven't arrived home yet." Moira's enthusiastic voice and words made the three people on the field relax. Even Roy, who was angry, quietly stopped struggling. Siya's name and safety have the power to make him sober and calm.

"I called this to notify you. Oliver may not go home tonight. He plans to take me out for fun. Do you want to talk?" Meng Ao handed his phone to Oliver.

When Oliver confirmed that his family had nothing to do, Meng Ao hung up the phone.

"I don't know much about Stor. I only know that he has been hiding, as if he is scared, and is escaping from some organization and people."

"I don't know where he is now. He left me a contact information, but I don't know how long it will take to contact him. But I can provide you with a message saying that he had an escaped partner back then. I can tell you the name of this person." Oliver finally couldn't help but speak under Meng'ao's gaze, and he couldn't help but not speak.

Meng Ao was just intimidating this time, but the next time it was likely to be the fact. Oliver did not allow his family to be under uncontrollable risks.

"Who is it?" Meng Ao asked.
Chapter completed!