As soon as the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Bai Sheng came out wiping his wet hair.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one can overlook the bustling night scene of the entire city. Bai Shengguang has a solid upper body, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, smooth muscles, and every inch of his lines contains a silent sense of oppression. His strong abdominal muscles go down, and his mermaid line is hidden in the bath towel around his waist.
He stood by the window and stretched, then turned to look at the open laptop on the table. On the screen was a screenshot of a news report from three years ago. The bold title was very clear—
"Directly appointed by the International Inspectorate, the origins of the new Chief Inspector remain a mystery."
The accompanying picture is a photo.
In Basel, Switzerland, in front of the International Inspectorate General building, a young man wrapped in a black coat was standing under an umbrella, shaking hands and saying goodbye to the director general.
It was drizzling and the black umbrella obscured his face. The camera only captured the lower half of his profile. His skin was cold and pale, his features were handsome, and his thin lips were slightly pursed into an emotionless straight line.
Bai Sheng narrowed his sharp eyes slightly.
"…Evolvers have extremely high physical qualities and various superpowers, so they have always been seen as a threat. But in fact, for us Evolvers, humans are the truly powerful and dangerous existence…"
It was an evening three years ago. The setting sun shone through the church's printed glass skylight, illuminating a magnificent white and green marble round table. Young evolvers of different skin colors sat scattered around the table, staring at a white-haired British old man sitting at the first seat.
"Is it because of the huge difference in the number of groups, 'Bishop'?" Bai Sheng leaned back in his seat, his long legs crossed loosely, and raised his hand to ask.
The old man glanced up at him and said, "No, because compared to the scattered evolvers, the ordinary human group has a more consistent goal."
The young students all looked puzzled.
“The goal of survival is reproduction, and the end of reproduction is evolution. When the shortcut to evolution is in front of us, any genetic research that is anti-humane and against universal values is likely to happen in secret…”
The old man reached out to switch the projection, and a piece of news appeared on the screen.
"The International Inspectorate just issued an appointment yesterday, listing this person as one of the ten permanent inspectors of the United Nations," the old man pointed at the screen, "Shen Zhuo."
Bai Sheng's pupils dilated slightly.
That was the first time he saw Shen Zhuo in a photo, the hard-line inspector who later became famous for his rare beauty and iron-fisted style.
The press law stipulates that the media must blur the photos of the ombudsman when publishing them, so the shot is not very clear, but the beautiful chin and slender neck can still be seen under the black umbrella.
There was a buzz of whispers around the round table, and after a while a white student raised his hand: "Is this Shen Zhuo also an evolver, Bishop?"
The old man shook his head.
"No, he is an ordinary human who is definitely incapable of evolution. But from another perspective, he may represent the pinnacle of genetics that humans can achieve on their own. From what we know, he has at least two doctoral degrees and is very authoritative in the field of genetic engineering. He was appointed as the chief director of the Central Research Institute of Country C very early on. Although his research projects are top secret, there have been rumors that he has conducted many inhumane and persecutory experiments on evolvers."