Chapter 24-25

Chapter 24: Ambition

Although these women of extraordinary background can be wildly fun, they generally exercise caution in the final hurdle. Their wealth and status compel them to maintain a dignified identity, so they rarely participate in debauchery—at least not openly. Olivia Chan was the only heiress to ascend the stairs with Bruce, and he distinctly remembered her taking the initiative to approach him.

More astonishingly, this seemingly bold and beautiful woman was, in fact, a complete virgin.

Interesting.

Bruce took a deep breath of the cigar in his hand, patted Olivia lightly, and motioned her to turn around and lie down on the floor-to-ceiling window. The beautiful woman stood up very submissively, with her legs straight and propped against the glass window, showing her nearly 110 cm long legs and perfect figure without reservation.

Her sacred areas are also unobstructed, giving Bruce a panoramic view, like a full and fragrant fruit in good time, allowing people to pick, swaying and uncontrollable.

This is a woman with a great figure. I don't know where her skills came from, but Bruce enjoyed it a lot. If Bruce wasn't tall enough, I'm afraid this pose would have been reluctant, but it's just right now.

Olivia cried out as the Bruce's cock, thick and twitching, sank forward into her pussy.

"Oh, it's too fat!" Olivia squealed. Bruce thrust forward, burying himself even deeper.

Bruce kept up his assault of Olivia's pussy, clapping her thick ass.

"Oh God!" she cries out. "Fuck, that cock feels so fucking good!"

"Little slut, I'm going to fuck you until you cry!" With a large cigar in his mouth, he looked like a melancholy knight attacking wildly behind Olivia.

"More! Make me cum, please!" she demands.

Bruce, with his superhuman constitution akin to an ancient dragon, was too much for any ordinary human to endure. Even among the seven women, Olivia Chan couldn't have it much easier than the others, especially since it was her first time.

Although Bruce, adept at easily finding all the sensitive spots on the human body, wouldn't cause pain, the waves of climax and pleasure were more likely to leave one utterly exhausted.

The fact that this woman could barely get up was not due to an exceptionally strong physique, but probably more out of will. From her feeble attempts to please and appease Bruce, it became clear to him. Under his onslaught, her legs trembled. Had Bruce not forcefully held her up, she would have collapsed, unable to stand any longer.

Thirty minutes later, when Bruce withdrew, Olivia Chan indeed lay weakly on the floor, her body convulsing in the aftershocks of climax, barely able to utter a coherent syllable.

It was only after a while that Olivia Chan managed to catch her breath and slowly got up, leaning against Bruce's legs.

"You've successfully won my favor, so now you can start talking. What do you want from me?" Bruce showed a trace of affection, gently caressing her smooth cheek, where a few beads of sweat remained, not diminishing the real touch and inner satisfaction.

"I just like you, Bruce." Olivia, like a clingy kitten, gently rubbed her cheek against his palm, as if greedily savoring the master's caress.

"This bit of fondness isn't enough for you to act recklessly, so don't be too clever for your own good. I like honest, good girls," Bruce said, his caressing touch remaining gentle, but his tone turning colder.

Olivia Chan's eyes flickered with panic, glancing at the many women lying on the bed, her mouth slightly open then shut, clearly conflicted and struggling inside.

"You might not have much time, nor will I have the patience to listen to you after I finish this cigar," Bruce said casually, flicking the ash of the cigar into the ashtray, gently pinching Olivia's chin before withdrawing his hand.

Olivia's gaze fell on the small stub of the cigar in his hand, a Casa Blanca from the Dominican Republic, about 7 inches long, enough to comfortably spend an entire leisurely afternoon. But now in Bruce's hand, only a short stub remained, burning steadily towards the end under his seemingly slow motions, lasting no more than ten minutes at most.

"They won't hear anything," Bruce's keen perception allowed him to clearly grasp every tiny movement in the room. The women were sleeping more soundly than ever, not even waking during their earlier encounter, indicating Olivia's determination.

His comforting words finally became the last straw breaking her psychological defenses. Olivia Chan showed an indescribable strange expression, tenderly crawling beside Bruce's thigh, and began to calmly tell her story with a slightly hoarse voice.

It was a melodramatic story, even somewhat clichéd, but it happened in reality, just a common tale among countless wealthy families.

Olivia Chan's biological father, Chan Lirong, the eldest son of a rich Californian, had a reckless youth and a night of passion with Olivia's mother, Kama Cecil. Such incidents were so frequent in Chan Lirong's life that he couldn't remember them all, usually ending them with some money.

The twist in the script was Kama Cecil's decision to keep the baby after discovering her pregnancy, raising Olivia quietly without seeking financial gain.

As the old saying goes, misfortune never comes singly. When Olivia was nine, she was diagnosed with leukemia. The high medical and care costs eventually overwhelmed her mother, who painfully sought out Chan Lirong, revealing Olivia's identity and begging the Chan family to accept their daughter.

The Chan family eventually took in Olivia but disregarded her birth mother, Kama. However, Olivia·Cecil, now with the surname Chan, found that reality was cruel.

In the wealthy Chan household, she faced cold looks from Chan Lirong's wife and harsh treatment from Chan Lirong himself. As an overseas Chinese family, the Chan's emphasis on bloodline and preference for males over females was almost blatantly obvious.

After much pleading, the Chan family begrudgingly provided some medical funds like charity to a beggar. However, it was not only insufficient but also delayed Kama Cecil's treatment. Olivia watched her mother die from lack of money, resorting to cheap treatment methods, and with her, the last bit of warmth in her life faded.

From the moment her mother died, Olivia Chan was reborn. She became well-behaved, understanding, and diligent in her studies at home. As she grew into a beautiful young girl, her status improved significantly. However, knowing the Chan family's cold nature, Olivia understood that her status as an illegitimate daughter meant she could never enjoy true favor. She buried her hatred and resentment deep in her heart, waiting for a chance to sprout.

"Do you want me to help you take revenge?"

When Olivia narrated her life story with an unchanging calm expression, as if she were a bystander, Bruce had just finished his cigar.

"Yes." Olivia's body trembled slightly, but her expression was filled with firmness and desire.

"You seem very confident in me? And in yourself too." Bruce gently gathered her hair behind her ears, leaning in to closely examine her beautiful and delicate face.

"I was hesitant at first, but after seeing Cai Chengping and especially Wu Zi's attitude towards you, I realized you're more mysterious and influential than I thought," Olivia added, as if afraid he wouldn't believe her. "You might not understand Wu Zi's prestige among our group."

"Why should I help you?" Bruce nodded in acknowledgment, then asked his second question.

"After returning to the Chan household, I devoted myself to learning ballet, piano, art, painting, and professional knowledge, studying finance and business theories, learning everything I could to expand my circle. I even secretly learned how to please men, but never let those fools have a real chance with me. From the moment I became aware, I knew I had to cherish every advantage I had and never bet lightly! If I bet, I had to win!" Olivia spoke coldly, her jaw clenched so tightly it trembled.

"I must rise above others! I will grasp wealth in my hands, never again living a poor life! I don't want to see those hypocritical faces condescendingly offering charity! I want the Chan family to lose everything they have, to kneel and beg like I did!"

Her eyes blazed with ambition, almost like flames ready to consume her.

"If you help me, I will do anything for you!"

"Ah, the scent of hatred, and... ambition..." Bruce inhaled Olivia's fragrance with some enjoyment, then tenderly kissed her cheek. "Hatred is good. It makes you feel your true existence, doesn't it?"

"So, are you willing to become my servant for these, to devote everything to me?" he asked with a voice tinged with temptation.

"Of course!" Olivia agreed without hesitation.

"Even if I ask for your soul?" Bruce pressed further.

"What?" Olivia was taken aback. She thought at most he enjoyed playing some perverse games, which she could endure, but what did offering one's soul mean? Some kind of joke?

"Are you joking?"

"No, I'm serious. For me, only a soul that has let go of everything is worth great efforts," Bruce said, his gaze deep, as if seeing through everything in her heart.

Olivia, still harboring a hope that Bruce was joking or testing her, hadn't thought of a response when she suddenly felt an inexplicable change in him. Her innermost thoughts seemed completely captured by him, making her, already naked, curl up tighter, unable to find warmth or a sense of security.

"I..."

Olivia opened her mouth several times, not knowing what to say. Even words of feigned compliance felt too heavy to utter lightly.

"It seems you are not ready to give up everything," Bruce whispered gently in her ear, then stood up and began to gather his things.

Olivia watched this enigmatic man get dressed and prepare to leave, sensing she might be losing a great opportunity. Finally, in the last moment, she surrendered to her inner desires.

"I am willing..."

"Willing to what?"

Bruce, with his back to her standing by the door, didn't turn around but paused his steps, a slight smile on his face.

"I am willing to offer everything to Bruce Lee... including my soul..." Olivia said, almost hysterically, as if releasing all her restraints. She got up quickly and ran barefoot across the vast bedroom, hugging Bruce from behind, as if she was embracing the long-missed warmth and the last glimmer of hope in her life.

And what greeted her were the golden flames swirling in Bruce's eyes...

Chapter 25: The Challenge of New Biological Cells

"Bang!" "Bang!"

"Hurry, move aside!"

"Everyone in position!"

"Ward 1 is fully prepared!"

"Be careful, don't block the way!"

Medical staff in blue hurriedly pushed the mobile bed into the special ward of the laboratory, coordinating with researchers in white for routine checks and targeted preparations. The bustling footsteps and the stretchers hitting the isolation doors created a commotion.

Just a wall away, outside the special ward's isolation glass, Lisa Marcos nearly threw herself into Bruce's arms, her voice choked with sobs, "Auntie's condition is really bad, Bruce..."

"It's okay, it's all going to be fine... Everything's under control here," Bruce soothed the distressed girl. She had visibly lost weight and looked worn out since their last meeting, but her beauty remained undiminished, even lending her a unique charm.

He then embraced Ursula and Fowler, comforting them in turn.

"Maria's been getting worse these past few days. She won't be in danger, will she, Bruce? Is it too late to bring her here? Will it affect the treatment?" Ursula was visibly anxious. Despite the best medical care and transportation by private jet, Maria, already fragile, was nearly unconscious by the time she arrived at the lab. No wonder they were all so worried.

"Dear, it's okay. Have some faith in Bruce. His lab is incredible!" Fowler gently held his wife, kissing her forehead. Among the three, he was undoubtedly the most confident in Bruce, having been the earliest to undergo the blood parasitism procedure. His demonic physique had transformed rapidly, almost indistinguishable from a typical demon now.

"Our lab's treatment methods are quite mature and ready for clinical stages. We can't cure it completely, but we can significantly improve Aunt Maria's condition," Bruce explained while holding Lisa's hand for comfort.

"It's a great breakthrough, involving many technical and research issues. We plan to announce it publicly at the right time, so it's not open to clinical treatment or the public yet. Of course, Maria is an exception. But we do hope for your discretion."

Ursula nodded, somewhat understandingly, grateful to Bruce. Lisa, moved, kissed his cheek and asked shyly, "Bruce, can you explain the treatment plan to us?"

"Of course, if you have the patience." Bruce smiled gently, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "To explain our treatment methods, we first need to understand the mechanism of cancer."

What is cancer? Medically, cancer refers to malignant tumors originating from epithelial tissues, the most common type of malignancy. Correspondingly, malignancies from mesenchymal tissues are called sarcomas. Though a few malignancies don't follow this naming convention, like nephroblastoma or teratoma, the term "cancer" generally refers to all malignant tumors.

A century ago, in the early 20th century, Francis Peyton Rous discovered the first tumor virus, later named Rous sarcoma virus in his honor. Since then, the study of the relationship between tumors and viruses began, spanning over 100 years with modern science.

Tumors destroy the body in a unique, terrifying way. They are part of one's own flesh but proliferate uncontrollably, spreading and eroding the body, unable to coexist harmoniously with other parts.

"Oh, my God! So, cancer cells come from our own normal cells? Isn't that unavoidable?!" Lisa covered her mouth in shock, frightened by the idea that after so many years of research by elite scientists, they still struggle against these tiny cells, a veritable nightmare.

"Yes, dear. But don't worry. Though it seems humanity has spent over a century without much success against these little devils, things are different now. We have us, right? We're starting to find ways to fight it," Bruce said, smiling, while he and Fowler exchanged knowing glances — this wasn't a human-found solution, dear Lisa.

"Our body itself is a collection of numerous cells, constantly self-renewing through division. For adults like us," he pointed at Ursula and Lisa, "about 25 million cells in our body divide every second, and blood cells renew at a rate of about 100 million per minute. When exposed to physical, chemical, biological, or mental factors, normal cells change and may produce cancer cells."

"A cancer cell, usually after about 5-6 years, can proliferate to 100 million to 1 billion cells, weighing about 1 gram. At this point, it can be detected by imaging and pathology, diagnosed as mid-stage." Bruce intentionally spoke only of mid-stage to avoid distressing Lisa and Ursula. He didn't mention that it takes less than a year, sometimes months, for 1 billion cancer cells to grow to about 1 kg, forming a large tumor, indicative of late-stage cancer, like

 Maria's critical condition.

However, Lisa Marcos and Ursula Marcos didn't seem to notice this. They were engrossed, even Fowler, now a demon, seemed particularly attentive. Those expensive doctors wouldn't be so kind as to explain the mechanics and progression of cancer to patients' families in such a simple, understandable way.

"Go on, Bruce, what next?" Ursula asked eagerly, her face pale.