The individuals in question were Wen Fong Mian and Ji Yihang.
The middle-aged man was from the faction within the Ji Family currently holding the greatest power, a faction under Ji Yiyuan.
They had been watching Ji Yihang for quite some time.
Just waiting for him to meet with Wen Fong Mian, and then they would capture both brothers.
No one knew just how much of his ability Wen Fong Mian retained after more than twenty years.
But the mere fact that Wen Fong Mian had suddenly produced two top scorers in the college entrance exams proved that his IQ and talents were still intact.
Wen Fong Mian absolutely could not be allowed to walk alive into the laboratory.
Madam Ji heard the commotion and immediately ran out, her complexion pale, "What are you planning to do?"
"Just a routine courtesy call, Madam Ji," the middle-aged man was still relatively polite to her, "If it really yields no results, we’ll return the person safe and sound."
Madam Ji trembled with rage, "You’re lying!"
Back when the island experiment failed, that was how Ji Yihang had been taken away.
After he returned, he was half-dead.
"There’s no such thing as a traitor," Ying Zijin hung up the phone she was holding and stood up, "and no one is being captured."
"God Ying," Ji Li clearly had been briefed by Mr. and Mrs. Ji Yihang about these people, she grabbed Ying Zijin, "Don’t confront them, there are ancient martial artists among them."
Even those who had just begun learning ancient martial arts could knock out a black belt in Taekwondo with one punch.
Not to mention, the two ancient martial artists by the middle-aged man’s side had a cultivation of at least ten years or more.
Ji Li had also followed hot topics on social media to learn that Ying Zijin was skilled.
But ordinary people really had no way to compete with ancient martial artists.
Worrying that Zijin might not have heard of ancient martial artists, she added, "They really do kill people."
Ying Zijin did not respond.
She looked up and shook her head slightly in one direction.
Ji Li noticed her movement, "God Ying, what are you looking at?"
Ying Zijin withdrew her gaze, "Nothing, just a stiff neck, needed to stretch it out."
"Oh, I know you, the college entrance exam top scorer, first place in the ISC International finals, very impressive," The middle-aged man turned around, his gaze on the girl was mild yet mocking, "none of the Ji family’s younger generation have achieved such international honors at your age. But it’s a pity, even with support from the Mu family, Nie Family, and Di Wu Clan, they can’t interfere with the internal affairs of the Ji Family."
The Mu and Nie families, they did not fear.
If it were people from the old house of the Di Wu Clan, they might take a step back.
After all, those were the people with genuine Divination Talent who carried on the Di Wu lineage.
Those who split off from the main Di Wu Clan, though well-known to the outside world, were merely a group of ordinary people.
The Ji Family of Imperial Capital backed by the Ancient Martial World and also connected with the scientific research community of Continent O.
Truthfully, the Mu and Nie families were not enough.
"The Hand Command was personally issued by the Inner Court." The middle-aged man no longer looked at Ying Zijin, flipping his hand and taking out a piece of white paper with a red seal, "Wen Fong Mian, you can’t think that just because you changed your surname and left the Ji Family for so long, you no longer have to abide by the Ji Family’s rules, right?"
Ji Yihang’s expression changed dramatically.
The Ji Family had many laboratories, but only one Research Institute.
Divided into the Outer Court and Inner Court.
The Inner Court was where the real decisions were made.
Every action of the Ji Family was approved by the Inner Court.
If it truly was the Hand Command of the Inner Court, then the matter was serious.
Anyone of the Ji Family had to obey the orders of the Inner Court.
"Even if there’s a traitor, there should be a reason, right?" Ji Yihang could only want to laugh, "The matter of the past cannot be blamed on Fong Mian. Could it be that Ji Yiyuan can now oversee the Inner Court?"
The middle-aged man’s face darkened, and his eyes became sharp, "Ji Yihang, watch your words."
If that label were to stick, the traitor would be Ji Yiyuan himself.
"Wen Fong Mian, as the lead researcher, you have to bear ninety percent of the responsibility for the experiment’s failure," the middle-aged man spoke coldly, "So many people died, and you ran away, don’t you think you should repent?"
"Investment in the island experiment didn’t come solely from the Ji Family." Wen Fong Mian was very calm, "Continent O and Imperial Capital University also contributed; you know very well how my experiment failed."
"Enough talk," the middle-aged man’s demeanor changed, no longer wishing to speak further, "Take them away."
The two ancient martial artists stepped forward, their hands reaching toward Wen Fong Mian’s shoulders.
But they didn’t manage to touch Wen Fong Mian; their arms suddenly trembled, and they collapsed on the spot, convulsing on the ground.
Ji Li was startled and hastily stepped back, "What’s wrong with them?"
Ying Zijin rolled up her sleeves indifferently, "Don’t know, probably epilepsy."
She hadn’t actually intervened; she just carried a herb with her and had wiped out its scent.
This herb could only target low-level ancient martial artists, causing their Inner Strength to turn chaotic and unable to concentrate.
If the meridians weren’t cleared in time, there was a high chance that their Inner Strength would be completely ruined.
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