Chapter 578

Loff didn’t expect them to know his secret. He’d always been so careful to hide it.

Now, with them aware, he was on high alert.

“Are you agents?” he growled, eyeing them carefully. After all, plenty of countries had top-tier female agents, strong, seductive, and fearless. If they were bold enough to barge into his turf, they had to be more than just pretty faces.

Shermaine didn’t answer. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and asked, “So, are you going to change or not?”

Loff’s blood boiled. He thought, ‘Bitch, do you think I’m some kind of circus animal, here for your amusement?’

Without another word, he grabbed a chair and threw it at them in a fit of rage.

Shermaine and Molly easily sidestepped it, unfazed.

“Grab them!” Loff snarled, turning to his men. “Don’t kill them. I want them alive!” He paused. In this place, women were scarce.

His armed lackeys charged forward, but Molly just yawned, her expression lazy. “I’ll deal with the little guys. You take care of the ugly one.”

Shermaine grinned, cracking her knuckles. It had been a while since she’d fought, and now her body felt like it was itching for action.

She tied her hair back into a loose ponytail, casually preparing herself.

With Molly watching her back, there was no way anyone would get close.

Once her hair was out of the way, Shermaine flashed them all a middle finger.

That did the trick. Loff’s face turned red with rage, a vein popping on his forehead. He couldn’t believe it. A woman had the nerve to mock him so blatantly.

He stormed toward her, intent on making her regret that gesture. He was going to break her.

But after just a few moves, it was clear who had the upper hand. The tough guy who’d been barking orders was now on the floor, clutching his stomach.

Shermaine moved with ease, her strikes fluid, her punches landing with painful precision.

The onlookers stared, a mix of disbelief and awe. They’d thought they were the weak ones, but it was clear now. It was Shermaine who was too strong for them.

Loff, now covered in bruises, started to question everything. He was powerful, but with every attack he made, Shermaine just blocked and countered with lightning speed.

He gritted his teeth, his face swelling from the punches. Blood dripped from his nose as he felt his anger surge.

Suddenly, his muscles began to bulge, his hands turning into massive, lethal claws.

He was merging with the genes of a leopard, and it showed. His arms were covered in a wild, spotted pattern, his teeth sharpened to deadly points. Even his face was marked with feline spots, making him look even more grotesque.

Molly couldn’t help but stare in disgust. The way these people mutilated themselves for power was mind-boggling. She couldn’t hide her revulsion.

With a primal scream, Loff swung a clawed fist at Shermaine but missed. Instead, he smashed it into the wall.

The impact left a huge dent, and the entire wall began to crack.

His strength had clearly increased, and Molly now understood why so many were eager to fuse their bodies with animal genes.

She shuddered, thinking about what could’ve happened if the Immortality Project had gotten their hands on her. She might’ve ended up as one of their twisted experiments.

Her mind briefly wandered to Roy, and a sudden wave of heartache washed over her. The thought of him made her chest tighten, as if she couldn’t breathe.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice a terrorist quietly sneaking up behind her with a gun.

But Shermaine was quicker. She whipped out her gun, shooting him in the arm before he could get a shot off. The scream that followed snapped Molly back to reality.

Loff, already halfway turned into a beast, was seething with rage as he lunged toward Shermaine. But Shermaine had already accomplished her goal by bringing Molly here, and she wasn’t about to waste any more energy on him.

With a swift move, she grabbed the syringe she had developed over the past two days and jammed it into his body. The liquid inside surged into him.

She wasn’t entirely sure how well it would work, but judging by the look of agony on his face, it was clear it wasn’t a painless process.

The animal genes were being forcibly stripped away, but since they had already merged with his blood and tissue, the process was brutal.

Loff collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain. “What the hell did you inject me with?” he gritted out between gasps.

Shermaine’s voice was calm, almost detached. “Nothing special. Just a little something to turn you back into a human.”

“I don’t want to go back! I refuse!” Loff yelled, panic rising in his voice.

Shermaine’s gaze hardened. “You don’t get to make that choice.” Ever since Loff had merged with animal genes, he’d become a ruthless terror in this war-torn land, killing innocent people without a second thought.

If he kept growing stronger, he’d just continue dominating the weak, and Shermaine wasn’t going to let that happen.

Loff’s face twisted in terror as the pain continued to consume him. It felt like hours before his beastly form started to fade away, leaving him completely drained. His strength, his power, and everything vanished, and he collapsed, exhausted, lifeless.

As Shermaine and Molly turned to leave, Loff’s desperation hit its peak. With shaky hands, he retrieved the animal gene serum he had used before and injected it straight into his own body.

But this time, the consequences were far worse. The pain was unbearable, his body convulsing violently as he fell to the ground. Foam bubbled from his mouth, and his heart thudded erratically in his chest.

With a final, agonized scream, his heart couldn’t take it anymore. His chest exploded in a gory mess, and his body went limp. His eyes stared into nothingness as death claimed him in a gruesome end.

The men watching in shock felt a deep, visceral chill run through them. They had all dreamed of power, but none of them had the courage or the foolishness to pay the price like Loff had.

After Shermaine and Molly left, Molly was a picture of dejection.

They walked back, the wind hitting them in the face. Molly broke the silence, asking, “Do you think Roy will end up like that too?”

Shermaine didn’t respond immediately, but her silence spoke volumes.

Molly sighed deeply. “How bad is it for the body, though?”

If Roy turned out like Loff, she wouldn’t hate him. She’d just feel heartbroken that Roy had to suffer like that because of her.

Shermaine nodded, her face somber. “It’s not good. These half-beast, half-human hybrids don’t live long. Every so often, their hearts will start to hurt like hell, and they need medicine just to cope."

“And once they’ve fused with animal genes, they start to pick up… some of their habits. They get more… animalistic.”

Roy running away meant he didn’t have the meds. Shermaine still hadn’t managed to make any herself.

The potion she whipped up earlier was meant to suppress the animal genes, and it worked to some extent, but the side effects were too harsh. It wasn’t gentle enough. Loff’s condition had pretty much been wrecked by it.

A weakened body meant he wouldn’t last here anymore. If he had any sense, he’d get out of this place. But knowing Loff’s ambition, Shermaine figured he’d probably repeat the same mistakes, so it was likely he was already done for.

Molly’s face darkened. “So, can we find Roy? He’s been suffering for two years. He can’t keep going like this.”

Shermaine didn’t look at her and just continued, “The truth is, he’s already escaped, but we still can’t find where he’s hiding.”

Molly bit her lip, a storm of emotions swirling inside her. “If he’s out there, why hasn’t he come to us? Why hasn’t he reached out?”

Shermaine raised an eyebrow with a slight smile. “Maybe he feels like a monster now. He’s probably too embarrassed to show himself.”

Back at the mansion, Roy, who had been lost in thought about Molly, couldn’t shake the ominous feeling creeping over him.