Dr. William

Upon hearing that Deadpool had an immortal body, Dr. Connors was immediately intrigued.

Dr. Connors' research on limb regeneration mainly involved cultivating mutant lizards, extracting their genes, and creating a potion that fused with human genes, granting humans the same or even superior regenerative abilities as the mutant lizards.

Since Deadpool possessed an immortal body, it was evident that he had powerful self-healing abilities, which might have similarities with Dr. Connors' research.

Obtaining Deadpool's genetic serum would undoubtedly be of great help to his research.

Dr. Connors couldn't help but feel excited, trying to force a smile on his face.

"Mr. Wilson, I wonder if you could give me some of your serum? Just ten milliliters will do!"

"I have no problem giving you my serum, but it won't be free. One million dollars per milliliter..."

Deadpool truly loved money. Every sentence he spoke involved money, and he didn't frown at all when selling his blood for cash.

"No problem! I can wire ten million dollars to you right away!"

Before Fang Ye could say anything, Dr. Connors eagerly agreed to the deal.

A mere ten million dollars was nothing to Dr. Connors, as he had become a billionaire since joining Fang Ye.

For the sake of his limb regeneration research, Dr. Connors wouldn't hesitate even if it meant spending his entire fortune.

"Deal!"

A hint of envy appeared in Deadpool's eyes. He now realized that the people at Yuyi Foundation were incredibly wealthy!

An ordinary research room supervisor casually handed over ten million dollars without batting an eye. How could Deadpool not feel envious?

Deadpool secretly celebrated his choice to join Yuyi Foundation. Would he also become incredibly wealthy in the future? The thought of earning billions of dollars in annual salary filled him with happiness.

His gaze toward Fēng Yè changed too.

In Deadpool's eyes, Fēng Yè had become a shining golden mountain. Whoever dared to mess with his golden mountain would undoubtedly face his wrath.

Feeling uncomfortable under Deadpool's eerie gaze, Fēng Yè cleared his throat and turned to Dr. Connors beside him.

"Dr. Connors, call Dr. William to the research center. I have something to discuss with him!"

"Boss, wait a moment!"

Dr. Connors walked to the counter and picked up the communication device.

"Dr. William, the boss wants to see you in the research center. Come immediately... Repeat, come to the research center immediately..."

The research center founded by Fēng Yè was divided into the Science Research Department and the Genetics Department.

The Genetics Department focused on researching serums, genes, and related matters. It was established to prepare for the fusion of the Hulk serum. Naturally, Dr. Connors was the head of the Genetics Department.

The Science Research Department was responsible for technological development, and its head was Dr. William.

Dr. William, whose name was quite ordinary, wasn't well-known at present, but he was going to achieve something world-shaking in the future.

Those who had watched "The Avengers" might recognize Dr. William as the SHIELD agent who was controlled by Loki and used the Tesseract to open a space portal. However, at the moment, Dr. William was still an unknown figure.

A year ago, Fēng Yè learned that Dr. William hadn't joined SHIELD yet and managed to convince him at a great cost.

Dr. William didn't disappoint Fēng Yè; he had remarkable achievements in space research. If Fēng Yè's plan went smoothly, and he acquired the Tesseract, he would heavily rely on Dr. William to figure out how to use it to open a space-time tunnel.

Thus, Fēng Yè highly valued Dr. William, even more than anyone else. Other talents could be replaced, but Dr. William couldn't—at least for now, Fēng Yè hadn't found anyone better than him in the field of space research.

Soon, a middle-aged white man dressed in a white lab coat hurriedly arrived at the research center.

"Boss!"

Dr. William seemed a bit out of breath from rushing.

"Have a seat!"

Fēng Yè smiled slightly and pointed to the nearby sofa.

"Dr. William, I've called you here because there's something important for you to do. You are an expert in space research, and I have something I'd like you to study. If you can thoroughly research it and replicate the item, I'll double the funding for the Science Research Department next year!"

Then, Fēng Yè looked at Deadpool beside him and said, "Wilson, take off your belt and weapons and give them to Dr. William for his research."

"Boss, don't forget my money..."

As Deadpool took off his belt, he reminded Fēng Yè.

"Of course, I won't forget. The money will be wired to your account immediately!"

Fēng Yè solemnly promised. He had to reassure Deadpool, or else he might end up losing his patience.

"What is this?"

Dr. William received the belt Deadpool handed him and carefully examined it, but he didn't find anything unusual.

"It's just an ordinary belt, but it has a spatial moving device installed on it. When activated, it can allow people to teleport instantly!"

Fēng Yè briefly introduced the device to Dr. William, hoping that he could replicate the spatial teleportation device. Fēng Yè was willing to invest any amount of money to make it happen.

"Wow!"

Dr. William took a sharp breath and then a thrilled expression appeared on his face.

He was obsessed with space research, and his achievements were a result of his dedication to the field.

"Boss!"

"I'll get right to work! I'll return the item to Wilson in half a month!"

Dr. William was brimming with confidence. He was already confident of completing the research within six months, and now, with Deadpool's belt in hand, his certainty had grown.

Fēng Yè nodded in agreement. He then looked at Deadpool and said, "Wilson, come with me. I have something to discuss with you!"

"Alright, but remember my money..."

"I won't forget..."

Fēng Yè interrupted Deadpool's words, blackening his face. No matter who it was, being constantly reminded of a debt was bound to affect one's mood, and Fēng Yè was no exception.

Deadpool pouted, feeling a little wronged. Wasn't it normal to ask for payment when owed money?