The clandestine, hyper-sterile hematology ward of the Zhan Medical Empire was a chilling room built entirely for biological exploitation.Violently strapped to a heavy steel phlebotomy chair was Su Yan. She was the legally wedded wife of the billionaire CEO Zhan Ye. She was severely malnourished, shivering violently, and three months pregnant. Thick, industrial-grade intravenous tubes were already jammed into her bruised arms.Standing safely behind a glass partition, radiating psychopathic, unthinking arrogance, was CEO Zhan Ye. Leaning against his chest, holding up a finger wrapped in a comically large, blood-spotted bandage, was his manipulative 'White Moonlight', Ruoruo."Zhan Ye, please stop! I'm pregnant!" Su Yan begged, her face as pale as a sheet of paper as the corrupt doctor prepared to turn on the extraction pump. "You've already taken a thousand milliliters! If you take any more, my baby and I will die!""Your life is worthless compared to Ruoruo's comfort," Zhan Ye sneered

The clandestine, heavily heavily guarded underground operating theater of the Huo Financial Empire was a chilling monument to illegal biological harvesting.Violently strapped to an icy steel surgical table was Tang Xin. She was the legally wedded wife of the billionaire CEO Huo Jue. Her wrists and ankles were bound by thick leather restraints, and a harsh, blinding surgical light beat down on her tear-stained face.Hovering directly over her waist was a corrupted, black-market transplant surgeon, holding a humming, titanium bone-saw and a razor-sharp scalpel.Standing safely behind a reinforced glass observation window, radiating psychopathic, unthinking tyranny, was CEO Huo Jue. Leaning weakly against his chest, putting on a pathetic performance of imminent death, was his manipulative 'White Moonlight', Shen Sissy."Huo Jue, please! I only have two kidneys! If you take them both, I will die!" Tang Xin screamed, her voice hoarse from absolute terror. "I didn't poison her! Please don'

The ultra-secret, heavily reinforced cardiothoracic bunker of the Gu Financial Syndicate was a chilling monument to unchecked billionaire tyranny.Violently strapped to an angled, freezing steel operating table was Mu Qing. She was the legally wedded wife of CEO Gu Ze. Her chest was completely exposed to the harsh, blinding glare of a massive surgical ring-light, her wrists and ankles locked down by heavy titanium clamps.Hovering directly over her ribs was a corrupted, black-market heart surgeon, wielding a terrifyingly loud, humming orthopedic bone saw designed to crack open the human sternum.Standing safely behind a reinforced glass observation window, radiating psychopathic, unthinking arrogance, was CEO Gu Ze. Leaning heavily against the glass, clutching her chest and putting on a pathetic, breathless performance of terminal illness, was his manipulative 'White Moonlight', Lin Rourou."Gu Ze, please stop! You can't do this!" Mu Qing screamed, her beautiful eyes wide with absolut

The soundproof, subterranean acoustic interrogation chamber of the Han Financial Syndicate was a terrifying room designed to permanently extinguish human brilliance.Violently strapped to a heavy steel chair was Song Yin. She was the legally wedded wife of the billionaire CEO Han Zong, and universally celebrated as the greatest soprano of her generation, possessing a voice insured for a billion credits. Her head was locked back at a brutal angle, and a terrifying, cold steel speculum forcefully cranked her jaws wide open.Hovering directly over her face was a corrupted, black-market torturer, wearing heavy industrial hazmat gloves and holding a bubbling, smoking glass beaker filled with boiling, highly corrosive chemical acid.Standing safely behind a reinforced glass observation window, radiating psychopathic, unthinking arrogance, was CEO Han Zong. Leaning against his chest, clutching her throat and putting on a pathetic, breathless pantomime of a mute victim, was his manipulative '

The ultra-secret, heavily reinforced orthopedic bunker of the Qi Financial Syndicate was a horrifying chamber designed for absolute physical subjugation.Violently strapped to an icy, heavy-duty steel surgical table was An Ya. She was the legally wedded wife of the billionaire CEO Qi Han, and globally celebrated as an Olympic gold-medalist sprinter. Her incredibly powerful, priceless legs were completely exposed and locked down by brutal titanium clamps, with thick surgical lines drawn just above her knees.Hovering directly over her thighs was a corrupted, black-market orthopedic surgeon, wielding a terrifyingly loud, industrial-grade rotary bone saw designed to slice through human femurs in seconds.Standing safely behind a reinforced glass observation window, radiating psychopathic, unthinking arrogance, was CEO Qi Han. Sitting next to him in a diamond-encrusted, motorized wheelchair, putting on a pathetic, weeping performance of permanent paralysis, was his manipulative 'White Moo