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In the research room, Bo Xingzhi's handsome face turned pale, and his cold eyes narrowed slightly. His tightly clenched fists betrayed the pain he was enduring. "Director Bo, if you keep doing this, you will die," a researcher shouted. The instrument was already emitting an ear-piercing screech. "Not enough. It's far from enough," Bo Xingzhi said, shaking his head