Ben didn''t dodge the object thrown at him by Lisa. With a gentle lift of his hand, the object fell to the ground.


    Seeing this, Lisa looked for another weapon to defend herself, but in the next moment, Ben approached her, grabbed her neck forcefully, almost lifting her off the ground. "Are you challenging my patience?"


    Ben sneered, his eyes gleaming with a serpentine darkness, his voice colder than ice.


    Lisa''s face turned red, and as the grip on her neck tightened, the sensation of suffocation made her feel as if she might die at any moment. Just as her consciousness began to fade, the grip on her neck finally loosened.


    Lisa copsed onto the floor, her face pale and her body weak.


    Ben didn''t spare Lisa a nce. Instead, he walked over to theputer by the metal bed, first putting on a pair of white gloves from a drawer, then turning the machine on.


    The machine was connected to several cables, each with a different colored port. After some operations on the machine, Ben picked up the cables and walked back to the bed.


    Looking at the girl lying on the bed with her eyes closed, a surge of emotion swelled in Ben''s eyes, not hate, but a kind of madness, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.


    Ever since he identally discovered her extraordinary talent forputational thinking in theb, he had been nning for this day.


    Without hesitation, Ben started attaching the cables to Mirabe''s head, one by one. With each connection, theputer emitted a beep.


    Lisa, hearing the sound, panicked and tried to remove the cables.


    Noticing her intention, Ben frowned, annoyed.


    He dropped the remaining cables, stepped forward, and knocked Lisa out with a swift move.


    Ignoring Lisa, Ben returned to the bedside, connected thest two cables to Mirabe''s head, and then sat in front of theputer.


    Taking a deep breath, he initiated the brain evaluation program.


    Ben watched theputer screen intently, observing the numbers climb from


    zero upwards: ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five...


    When it reached fifty, Ben''s expression was beyond shock.


    A renowned international scientist had only managed to reach a brainpower level


    of forty!


    Yet, this had surpassed fifty, and riend indicated it was still


    the


    Ben licked his dry lips


    vel


    eagerly anticipating the final data.


    If it reached one hundred percent brainpower, it would be an unprecedented milestone in the history of scientific research. The value of her brain for research was immeasurable.


    Thinking this, Ben felt his blood boiling with excitement.


    All his attention was on the


    vels


    supposed to be unconscious,


    suddenly opened her eyes.


    Mirabe''s eyes still carried an undissipated killing intent, and her memory had returned to the moment before she lost consciousness.


    She had tracked Lisa''s phone to this location, and as expected, had encountered Ben.


    After their confrontation, she hadn''t expected to be ovee by drugs.


    Ordinary drugs wouldn''t affect her much, but clearly, Ben had something special, something her resistant body couldn''t withstand.


    Then, feeling the sharp pain of electricity being conducted into her brain, Mirabe reached up and pulled out the cables from her head.