"The situation with that woman is quite peculiar. According to reports from the subordinates who went to capture her and managed to return alive, her ability was similar to her brother's: she could control a type of silver flame highly lethal to humans. However, the flame generally couldn't leave her body, making it much weaker than her brother's green wind."
"At that time, our people had already subdued the woman, but when they went to retrieve the hard drive, they suddenly felt their entire body unable to move. Then everything went black, and they fainted. After waking up, they found only themselves and their dead teammates remaining. From this, we deduce that the woman must have been rescued by our opposing forces," the subordinate reported timidly.
"So, how do you plan to rectify this situation now? The hard drive is lost, and the experimental subject is gone. You're well aware of the consequences if such an experiment is exposed. When Spirit Qi first appeared, there was a strict crackdown, and many people fell."
"Boss, don't worry. My subordinates have gone out fully armed. This time, they will definitely eliminate them."
"I hope so. If you can't eliminate them, I estimate the next batch floating in the bioreactor will be you," the man in the executive chair said faintly. "Also, regarding the few dead researchers, you should go find some replacements. Be more careful this time; don't let anything happen again."
"Yes, boss!"
Meanwhile, back with Bai Mo.
After Bai Mo decided to make a trip to Ukraine, he casually checked the visa requirements for Ukraine online. He was fortunate to find that Ukraine offered visa-on-arrival, meaning he could simply depart without waiting for a visa.
"If I leave these next few days, I'll definitely be back in time for the Ability User Conference. The Dao Academy is still in its nascent stages, and someone with my idle position certainly doesn't have much to do, so I can ignore it for now. This round of experiments can basically be wrapped up today. Once I go back, buy a ticket, and pack my things, I can depart."
Having planned out his upcoming itinerary, Bai Mo finished the experiment report with Zhao Jia Sen and then bid him farewell.
"Mentor, I'll be taking my leave."
"Mhm, alright. You've been a great help these past few days." After Zhao Jia Sen learned that Bai Mo wasn't just an assistant at the Spirit Energy Research Institute, but a formal researcher, he became even more polite towards him.
Leaving the institute, Bai Mo first drove to his dormitory, packed some daily necessities, and loaded them into his car. He then also brought the safe containing his cultivation log and the hard drive he had previously acquired into the car. Afterward, he drove to the house his parents had left him, which hadn't been lived in for several years.
He had holed up in his Tianhai University dorm for six years, and this place hadn't been lived in for several years. It was time for a thorough cleaning.
To train the precision of his psychokinesis, Bai Mo attempted to clean the house using it.
Initially, Bai Mo controlled a broom with his psychokinesis, intending to sweep all the dust into one pile. However, he soon heard the broom groaning under the strain, creaking loudly.
"Still too much force."
Bai Mo attempted to reduce his output once more. After multiple failures, he finally gave up, admitting that he still couldn't use psychokinesis with the same dexterity as his hands. He then began to consider other cleaning methods.
This time, he chose to compress the surrounding air with his psychokinesis, forming a wind shield. He used the wind shield to scoop up dust and small pieces of trash.
He was like the eye of a hurricane. Wherever he went, dust and trash cleared a path, piling up into a single heap. Moreover, no speck of dust, no matter the corner, could escape Bai Mo's divine sense; all of it was swept out.
In less than half an hour, the entire house was spotless, cleaned thoroughly by Bai Mo's pervasive psychokinesis.
"I'm quite bored, to actually use my psychokinesis to clean. Aren't psychokinetic Ability Users supposed to be awe-inspiring, slaughtering foes left and right, crushing others like tomatoes? I guess I'm the only one who uses it like this."
After placing the safe, which he'd moved from the car, into his original room, he also arranged his other daily necessities. He was thoroughly determined to switch back to this as his daily residence, because as his secrets multiplied, some matters were simply more convenient and safer in a standalone house in the suburbs.
After finishing up, Bai Mo opened his computer and casually booked a flight for two days later.
After dealing with all the troublesome matters, he once again began to ponder the development of his abilities.
The path before complete Elementization was largely clear; it was merely about strengthening the attributes of various body parts. However, how to proceed after achieving full Elementization still remained completely unclear. The main thing he hadn't figured out about himself was this Life Field.
As the degree of his body's Elementization increased, the protective power of his Life Field also rapidly grew stronger.
When the Life Field first appeared, it could barely withstand a punch from an ordinary person. Its main value was reflected in granting absolute control over one's internal body, making one immune to various abilities that directly affected the internal body.
But its growth speed was remarkably fast. By now, its defensive power had even surpassed the steel skin he'd recently seen on Hua Taishan, not to mention the purely auxiliary energy-absorbing skin on Bai Mo's own body.
"Could the breakthrough after achieving Elementization lie here?"
After pondering, Bai Mo found no answer. He merely habitually recorded his daily thoughts in a notebook, and after writing, locked it away in the safe.
Taking the radiation tester he had "borrowed" from the institute, he casually packed it into his luggage.
Two days later, Bai Mo, carrying a bag of luggage, flew directly from Tianhai to Ukraine.
The journey was quite peaceful. There were no hijackers or terrorists causing trouble.
After disembarking, Bai Mo felt that the hotel wasn't far from the airport. The map app estimated only half an hour's walk, so he simply bothered not to take a taxi and decided to walk, using his divine sense in conjunction with the map.
But not long after walking, he realized something was wrong.
Over a dozen young men with shaved heads menacingly surrounded him. Onlookers quickly scattered, while several police officers stood in the distance, watching the spectacle.
Bai Mo initially wanted to avoid them. He had no desire to fight such a meaningless battle, because even if he swatted these hooligans down one by one like flies, it wouldn't grant him experience or loot like in a game.
Moreover, he noticed the several police officers watching from nearby, thinking to himself that they were likely in league with the hooligans. If he killed them, he would invite official trouble. He might even have to lay low, unable to stay at his booked five-star hotel, and be forced to hide in some unknown corner.
More and more bald hooligans appeared, and the encirclement began to tighten. Four or five of them, armed with weapons, charged directly at Bai Mo, starting to fight without a word. It seemed they intended to beat him to death.
Seeing that he still couldn't avoid it, Bai Mo still didn't want to cause trouble in a foreign land. He knew those police officers were still watching the spectacle, so he chose a subtle but more amusing way to deal with this "Bald Head Party."
First, he used his psychokinesis to forcibly seize control of the bodies of the charging hooligans, and then brutally made them turn away from their charge.
During this process, he faintly heard the crunching and cracking of bones as they were forcibly twisted in new directions.
Then, under the control of his psychokinesis, the first few armed bald men, their faces contorted in pain and ferocity, stumbled and "drifted" towards the other bald men.
Of course, in reality, psychokinesis was forcibly dragging them forward. His psychokinetic output limit could reach several tons, which was something these people, who had only recently come into contact with Spirit Qi, simply couldn't resist.
Several of the bald men, violently controlled, attacked their own companions as if their lives depended on it, completely disregarding their own injuries. Broken bones, fractured legs – they paid no heed.
Dominated by psychokinesis, they simply couldn't control their own bodies.
The scene he directed was meant to make others see this fight as an internal dispute among hooligans, and completely unrelated to Bai Mo.
After "playing" with the first few until they were broken, he released the several shaky, useless bodies, and then switched to controlling a few new bald men. He continued this for several waves, until all the bald men who had targeted him were thoroughly "broken."
He followed a path of violent manipulation, caring not if the controlled individuals broke a few bones. He simply used psychokinesis to forcibly make them perform certain actions, just like a mischievous child playing with Transformers.
In the end, five hooligans whose bodies were still relatively intact remained. Their expressions had all changed, but unfortunately, their bodies were forcibly suppressed by psychokinesis, completely beyond their own control.
Then, with their horrified expressions, invisible psychokinesis forcibly dragged them towards the police officers, initiating an attack.
The instant they launched their full-force attack at the watching police officers, Bai Mo retracted his psychokinesis, and without looking back, continued walking towards the hotel, leaving the attacks of those few individuals to land with immense inertia on the still-unresponsive police.
Presumably, it was also the first time these police officers had seen anyone dare to cause trouble for them bare-handed. For a moment, they were utterly bewildered.
"Those who assaulted the police will probably have a hard time afterward. I wonder how those police officers, who were colluding with the hooligans, feel after being turned against. Anyway, I'm feeling pretty good. These scoundrels—if I weren't on a public street and worried about trouble, I'd tear them apart piece by piece, like shredded chicken, that would be the most satisfying."
Bai Mo, who spent his days seeing nothing but organs and muscles, did not realize that he was increasingly ceasing to treat humans as humans. Humming a light tune, he continued walking towards the hotel.