Alien Executioner

"There is actually... such a thing."

"Yes, so this can also explain why many elite executives can defeat some alien species with just their physique without the help of Devouring Weapons. Logically speaking, even if you are a Hall Executive, as long as you don't have Devouring Weapons, you can't beat the lowest-level alien species. After all, this is the difference between humans and alien species. Not every executive is as special as me."

"But the power gained from gluttony is definitely not a favor." Sister Tang pursed her lips.

"Yes, in fact, those candidates have gained strength through long-term binge eating. Although the technique of binge eating is taboo and not circulated publicly, and can only be mastered by executives, it is not a secret in many families. Many young geniuses come from executive families. They are well aware of this technique and force themselves to binge eat when they are young to break through the limits of genius."

An Ran looked at his fingers carelessly, his eyes bloodshot.

"If humans don't have the pain of devouring, they won't have any need for flesh and blood, so...how can the remaining phagocytes from overeating survive?"

Sister Tang realized the point.

"Long-term and high-frequency binge eating may give birth to a person with a super physique, but that person's body is already riddled with holes, and is filled with residual phagocytes. That person is both strong and weak. The hungry cells keep talking, interfering with the brain's mind and tempting you to binge eat again. It's like a drug. Once you eat the forbidden fruit, your body no longer belongs to you. In the end, your mind becomes confused, and at best you become a madman, and at worst you become a monster that wreaks havoc on everything."

"It's so scary..." Sister Tang said softly.

"However, there are actually very few cases of people losing control due to overeating, which is why FACA restricts the spread of the overeating technology but does not stop it. In fact, many people have realized it on their own when they were in desperate situations. They relied on sacrificing their flesh and blood to the Devouring Warrior to be reborn from the brink of death and turn the tide."

"Because at that time, the executive officers who were in desperate situations had already prepared themselves for death. After binge eating, they knew the horror of this technology and developed a high level of self-control. They would never rely on it unless it was absolutely necessary."

"Wait a minute!" Sister Tang was horrified. "You said I can become a genius... You're not going to let me binge eat, are you?"

"Not necessarily." An Ran smiled, "I just believe that if you also practice binge eating, even in just one year, you will definitely surpass those candidates."

Chapter 289 Presbyterian Church (IX)

It was already noon after the meeting. An Ran walked out of the FACA building, strolled down the stairs, and glanced at the Bentley parked in the corner of the square in the distance.

Just as I took out the key, I heard light footsteps behind me.

I turned sideways and looked back, and saw Sister Tang following me nonchalantly.

"Something?" An Ran thought she had some special opinions about the meeting just now.

Sister Tang looked at the square, took a breath, and spoke a little embarrassedly:

"Do you mind if I give you a ride?"

"What if I said I minded?"

"Ah? Do you really mind? Let me tell you, this matter is non-negotiable." Sister Tang got down the stairs before him and ran towards the Bentley.

"No, I'm just curious." An Ran walked to the car and just turned off the remote lock, she saw Sister Tang open the door and get in without hesitation.

An Ran sat in the driver's seat and shrugged.

"I just want to know what would happen if I answered yes to the question 'Do you mind?'"

"If that's the case, people will think you're very ungraceful." Sister Tang turned on the music in the car, and a soft female sigh came from the speakers.

"Oh, you're listening to this old stuff, not some trendy songs?"

"Do you like listening to music?"

"Hey, is this a question that a human can ask? When riding in such a luxurious car, shouldn't we enjoy some music and some wine to enjoy life?"

"Red wine?" An Ran was startled and lowered his head. There was indeed a bottle of wine in the middle slot, but it was a cheaper cocktail.

"Oh, it really is." Sister Tang took out the bottle of wine with interest, looked at it, and her eyes were subtle.

"You are a top rich second generation, but you don't seem to be arrogant at all. But you are really unbelievable. Put a bottle of cocktail worth hundreds of dollars here? It's really unworthy of your status."

An Ran held the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the accelerator, looked straight ahead, and was silent for a few seconds before saying:

"In fact, this bottle of cocktail is probably only a dozen bucks."

"Is this true?" Sister Tang was stunned.

"I'm not sure. This wine should be bought by my sister, and she forgot to take it away. An Xiao never spends money lavishly, I think that's it."

After saying that, An Ran lit a cigarette and took a small puff. "Besides, I don't need to buy alcohol, right? Don't you understand the principle of not drinking and driving?"

"You're not a human being. Drinking a little alcohol should be fine for you."

"You can't just think like that. Even so, it will still be detected." An Ran shrugged, "I hate to make things more complicated."

"That's right, monsters' thoughts are not just brutal. Your self-control is terrifying." Sister Tang shuddered when she thought of this.

An Ran glanced at her and asked about the destination:

"Where to?"

"Just take me to a restaurant for lunch." Sister Tang stretched her body lazily. "Ha, it would be even better if you come with me. I'll treat you."

An Ran immediately became interested, "You're treating?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

"In that case, let's go to the big hotel." An Ran stepped on the accelerator, "You know, if it were me, I would only go to a few places for dinner."

Sister Tang's face changed, and she wanted to slap herself. She really shouldn't have said this to someone from the richest family in the world. Although An Ran was the highest director of FACA, he was the only male heir of the An family after all. Of course, he is no longer the heir now, but even so, he is still the world's number one young master.

Even if a rich man's son behaves low-key and doesn't have much fanfare when eating, in the final analysis, he will hardly ever eat at some small restaurant.

What's more, his true identity is Naya, a monster who needs to feed on the flesh and blood of alien species.

"Your current mood really surprises me." An Ran took a puff of cigarette, felt Sister Tang's subtle emotions, and turned his head to glance at her.

"You don't seem to be financially well off."

"nonsense."

"You are a member of the Tang family. I have investigated you. Although you are not the heir, you come from an executive family after all. The Tang family is actually quite good."

"I feel gratified for my family that Master An can speak of it this way." Sister Tang covered her face.

"Then your financial situation should not be bad, because your family will support you."

"The problem is that my family didn't support me." Sister Tang shrugged.

"Why?" An Ran was surprised. "From what I know, although you are not one of the heirs, your father and the head of the family are brothers, so you are still a member of the family. Moreover, you are the leader of the special service team of the headquarters, a quasi-elite who has been nominated many times, and the best person in the family. They are not far inferior to you."

"Because when I was just born, my father had a falling out with my uncle, it's that simple." Sister Tang looked out the window and said softly.

"Besides, I don't need it."

Listening to Sister Tang's pretended sad words, An Ran narrowed his eyes slightly.

"So you handled the financial management of the Mu Ming Shan Foundation worth one million in my name?"

"Huh?" Sister Tang was stunned. "They actually processed it for me... This wasn't my idea. How did you know about this?"

"The Mu Ming Shan Foundation was established by the Lisa Club, and I am the largest shareholder." An Ran was very interested. "Do you think I should know about this?"

"Can I explain?"

"No need. They explained it a month ago. At that time, they didn't actually do anything. They just asked about my attitude."

"Then...how did you reply?" Sister Tang carefully observed the boss's expression.

"I agree." An Ran made a sharp turn.

"I signed my name and opened this fund in my name, but you are the beneficiary." He told Sister Tang calmly, "That's it. Also, you forgot to wear your seat belt."

"I... Shit... I'm too excited. I won't tie it anymore."

"If I'm caught on camera, I'll be the one who gets deducted points."

"Who cares! Does this mean I'm a millionaire too?" Sister Tang was so excited that she almost waved her hand. She pounced on An Ran, snatched the cigarette box from his pocket, lit it up quickly, and took a deep puff.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"I don't think so. Do you want to pinch me?"

"Forget it, forget it. Wouldn't that be repaying kindness with enmity?" Sister Tang pinched herself, and the pain turned into joy, making her completely unable to control herself.

"You really won't regret it, right?"

An Ran did not answer. He looked at the woman who was dancing with joy, and his mouth twitched slightly. He was a little surprised by her reaction.

"This is just an exchange of interests." When Sister Tang gradually calmed down, he said, "You serve the An family and serve me, you can't have nothing. Money is just the cheapest thing among them."

"What do you mean by 'cheap'?" Sister Tang understood this.

"value."

"value?"

"You already understand, don't you?"

Sister Tang lowered her head and remained silent for a long time.

"Anran." Yi

"Yeah."

"Can I take out the one million in my financial management anytime?" Sister Tang suddenly rubbed her hands, revealing her greedy nature.

An Ran held his forehead.

Chapter 290 Presbyterian Church ()

"Are we almost there?"

Sister Tang asked after she finished her third cigarette. She opened the window to breathe in the fresh air and took in the scenery.

At this moment, An Ran remained silent. This was the man's usual style. He drove his Bentley steadily along the wide flower-filled avenue, with huge buildings on both sides that made one marvel at the sight.

These buildings have different styles, including the gorgeous and soft Rococo style, the classical Renaissance imperial style and the missionary style. Buildings of various styles are clustered on both sides of the avenue like flowers, which also symbolizes the importance of the Flower Cluster Avenue marking the city center.

Not far away is their destination, the famous Empire State Building and Ya'an Hotel.

"We're here." An Ran said in a steady tone, "You probably don't come here often. Over there is the Huacheng Futures Exchange, and behind that is the Municipal Opera House. Do you want to go and have some fun?"

"Forget it." Sister Tang put out her cigarette and prepared to unbuckle her seat belt, when she suddenly remembered that she had not fastened her seat belt the entire way.

"Ya'an Building seems to be yours as well, why don't you go to Whale Hotel?" She was a little puzzled as to why they had to go so far.

"There are a lot of acquaintances over there, and I don't like it." An Ran raised his head and glanced at the towering skyscrapers, and explained the reason why he did so.

"What kind of excuse is that? I can't tell that you have social anxiety at all. In comparison, you are the kind of person that makes other people socially anxious."

"I mean my sister." An Ran almost laughed out loud. The sunlight in front of him was completely blocked by the tall buildings, and then he drove into the long and narrow street.

There was a hint of cool air in the street, which seemed to be visible to the naked eye and made people feel inexplicably terrified.

"Isn't it good to have dinner with the whole family? Do you think it's inappropriate for an outsider like me to show up?" Sister Tang frowned.

"It seems that my sister was not right to choose you as my lackey." An Ran said somewhat tactfully, "What do you think I eat?"

"Oh, I understand." Sister Tang suddenly realized, but was still confused, "But there is still one thing I don't understand."

"I think I know what it means."

Sister Tang slapped her thighs with both hands, "That's right, you want to eat the flesh of alien species, right? But that's only at night. You actually eat at night. So during the day, I mean, in your current state, don't you eat what we humans should eat? Then why are you hiding it?"

"That was in the past. Things are different now. You don't understand. I don't want to hunt alien species at night anymore because someone provides me with food."

"You...sister?" Sister Tang was stunned for a moment, then uttered the word belatedly.

"Ah."

"Won't the people in the hotel know this secret?"

"The people in the hotel are all waiters of the An family. Maybe they already knew it." An Ran didn't reveal much of his expression. "I guess my parents also know more or less about my secret, but they didn't say it directly. Maybe they are turning a blind eye. I think... in fact, most of the secrets about me are related to my family. My parents should be insiders."

"Then have you ever thought about digging out family secrets?"

"Yes, but that was a long time ago. If I go now, wouldn't it just cause trouble for An Xin?" An Ran glanced at her and smiled.

"Really... I don't know what to say." Sister Tang covered her face. "I don't know what you are thinking. Aren't you curious about who you are? The truth of the secret may be in the family. If you make a little move, you may know it, but you didn't do it."

"Is this important?" An Ran listened to her words without any emotion. "Knowing or not knowing can't change who I am. It may even make the situation worse."

"But you once said you hated the unknown."

"Yes, I hate the unknown. But if An Xin knew the family secret, it would be the same for me, then it wouldn't be the unknown."

"You trust your sister so much?"

An Ran didn't say anything, but a faint bloodshot light flashed in his eyes.

Sister Tang realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she immediately covered her mouth. She calmed herself down and realized that her method of using An Ran to understand this devilish family was not working.

Compared to An Ran, Sister Tang was actually more interested in the strange An family. The closer she got to Huacheng and the An family, the more she could feel the horror of this family.

After a while, An Ran continued the previous topic: