After speaking, Adrian pondered for a moment, then gradually eyed Moss' lower body.

Moss noticed Adrian's suggestive gaze, snorted coldly, and said, “If you really want to impress me, there will be opportunities in the future. No need to rush now. Your time will come when you're ready."

"If we don't take care of ourselves, then we will not be ready for your experiments, right?" Adrian spotted the loophole and questioned.

Moss stared at Adrian. “Are you stupid or deaf? I just made myself clear. It's you who is not ready for my experiments, not the both of you."

"But Ariana hasn't recovered." Adrian, undeterred by the mockery, gestured toward Ariana and bargained with Moss. "Look at her. She's frail. How can she endure your experiments? Can you let us go? If you truly need subjects, I can find others, as many as you need."

"I know you're trying to deceive me. Let me make this clear: you're not leaving." With a sneer, Moss pointed at Ariana and fixed Adrian with a stern gaze. “She takes precedence for matching. Once she succeeds, I'll consider preparing you for other experiments."

Adrian silently cursed Moss.

Communicating directly with this peculiar person was futile. Escaping required a different approach. He couldn't allow Ariana to be selected for experiments.

What could he do?

Wait, didn't Moss have a liking for Ariana's cooking? Perhaps he could persuade Ariana to poison Moss' food next time, allowing them to exploit Moss' vulnerability before he died, forcing him to decrypt the face recognition system.

But would Moss invite them to dine together?

No, that was too risky. They could end up dead with him.

As Adrian mulled over his options, Moss glanced at the clock on the wall and decided he didn't want to talk to them any longer. He stood up, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, a symphony resonated from somewhere. Moss’ composed demeanor shifted, and he frowned, muttering to himself, “Why are you here today..."

Sensing Moss' altered expression, Adrian intuited there was more to the situation. He edged closer, hoping to catch Moss's mutterings, searching for a weakness.

Before he could approach, Moss finished muttering and swiftly pressed a small remote concealed on his person.

In an instant, the ground beneath Adrian and Ariana began to descend rapidly, the surroundings morphing before their eyes.

The next second, they found themselves on B4.

“Teleportation?" Adrian stared at the modest room before him now.

“This is too advanced! When I get out, I'm renovating my home Like this!"