Reverse Attack : From Poor Boy to Tyrant CEO

5 AM, Underground Genetic Bank

Lin Mo's pupils contracted in front of the iris scanner, and the titanium alloy door of the vault opened slowly. This was the ultimate fortress where global black market tycoons stored their genetic samples, maintained at a constant temperature of -150 degrees Celsius. He paused in front of Cryogenic Chamber 47 – inside floated a sample of his father, Lin Jianguo's spinal fluid, with a label reading "Original Host of Plutonium Bacteria."

Su Wan's mycelium tattoo suddenly erupted, piercing into the chamber's interface: "Your father's DNA contains natural antibodies that can reorganize mutated bacterial colonies."

Chen Xing's wheelchair crushed through the frost, and a genetic map projected from his mechanical keyboard: "But it requires live experimentation – with a 37% success rate, the same as the energy conversion rate of Plutonium Bacteria."

Lin Mo injected the spinal fluid into his arm: "I'll be the test subject."

Seven Days in Hell

Excruciating pain exploded from the depths of his bones, and fluorescent patterns spread across Lin Mo's skin. An Ran recorded in her experiment log:

Day 1: Body temperature 42 degrees Celsius, vomiting black blood containing radioactive particles;Day 3: Hair loss, mycelium-like cracks appearing in pupils;Day 5: Heart stopped twice, relying on Plutonium Bacteria metabolism for oxygen supply;Day 7: Skin cracked all over, shedding a layer of fluorescent snake-like skin."It worked," Su Wan's detector showed that Lin Mo's blood could revert the mutated bacterial colonies to a purified state.

Chen Xing held up a test tube: "His serum is the antidote."

Reverse Harvest

An Ran infiltrated Junyao's charity gala and mixed the serum into the champagne tower. As the wealthy guests raised their glasses, she pressed the remote – the Plutonium Bacteria vaccine in everyone's body suddenly failed, and radiation ulcers appeared on their skin.

"Want the antidote?" Lin Mo's hologram exploded in the banquet hall, "Trade with your shares in Junyao."

Capital Betrayal

Within 72 hours, Junyao's stock price plunged 80%. Lin Mo stood in front of the exchange's giant screen, watching the short-selling data cascade like a waterfall:

"They created wealth through pollution, so we'll harvest capital through detoxification."

Chen Xing tapped on his keyboard, and the global dark web broadcast the production process of the detoxifying serum in real-time – the raw material was the mutated Plutonium Bacteria extracted from the wealthy.

Coronation of a New King

On the ruins of a nuclear power plant, Lin Mo held up a test tube of fluorescent serum:

"This is not an antidote, it's a judgment."

Behind him, the giant reactor cast from the Junyao building began to roar, devouring nuclear waste shipped from around the world. The screen displayed:

Purification Rate: 100%;Energy Conversion Rate: 99%;Junyao Shares: 0%.Su Wan's mycelium tattoo finally faded to her wrist, and she inserted a chip into the control console – it was a genetic firewall programmed with Lin Mo's spinal fluid. From then on, the life and death of all Plutonium Bacteria depended on the blood of one person.