"The ceiling of the individual combat strength of the Sun Never Sets Empire? This adjective sounds quite tempting." Devonshire Hook's eyes were filled with interest.
"In that case, let's make a pleasant decision."
"Get ready. I'll go to your research institute now."
"No problem." On the other end of the phone, Director Layford was also familiar with the place.
"The entire transformation and post-surgical adaptation process may take seven to fifteen days. Moreover, during the transformation process, there may be some pain that cannot be controlled by anesthetics. You should be mentally prepared."
"As long as I can increase my strength and wash away my shame, a little pain is fine." Devonshire Hook's eyes flashed with ruthlessness.
After ending the call, he sat in the steel behemoth that his subordinate drove and headed to the Layford Life Research Institute.
On the other side, in a dark alley.