"How could she be here? And how could Charles Quinn and David Warren have such tacit understanding—could it be that the Quinn and Warren families have already formed an alliance? If that's really the case, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out until Third Master and Fourth Master return." Old Newton's heart burned with anxiety, but he dared not make any move; otherwise, the two King Quinn men, who were staring intently at Henry Lincoln and trying to read something from the small part of his eyes that was visible, would only become more suspicious.

Everyone's gaze was focused on Henry Lincoln's face. Henry Lincoln looked at the person who had already stepped onto the stage, his expression unchanged, but his heart was filled with shock and doubt.

"Can humans really carry the fire seed of super-base evolution?" What shocked and puzzled Henry Lincoln was not this person's identity—in fact, he hadn't even seen who it was, only vaguely recognizing that it was a woman.

Because this woman's entire body looked as if it had been pixelated, Henry Lincoln simply couldn't see what she looked like.

Ever since discovering the existence of the fire seed, Henry Lincoln had only seen it on the base-mutant eggs. Even the base-mutant creatures that had already hatched didn't have the fire seed, let alone seeing it on a human.

In fact, Henry Lincoln had never even considered that a human could possess a fire seed. This discovery filled him with both surprise and delight.

He was delighted because there was now another way to obtain the fire seed; he was shocked because he had absolutely no clue who this person was.

It's not just that he didn't recognize her—even if he did, with the woman completely covered in pixelation, he still wouldn't be able to tell who she was.

"Senior Brother Lincoln, how have you been?" The woman walked up to Henry Lincoln and spoke lightly.

This sentence gave Henry Lincoln a hint. He knew that Fourth BrotherEdward Lincoln had been sent by Second Brother to the distant Cape Base to train when he was very young, and had stayed there for nearly ten years before returning.

Every time Edward Lincoln got drunk, he would talk about how advanced Cape Base was, how amazing the base-mutants there were. If Cape Base was a metropolis, then compared to it, the Xuan Bird Base wasn't even a village.

Of course, when Edward Lincoln said these things, it wasn't to say that Xuan Bird Base was bad, but rather to set the stage for bragging about himself.

Every time, Edward Lincoln would boast about his own talent, how all the big shots at Cape Base fought over who would get to train him, how countless training camp coaches eagerly awaited him, and how he reluctantly picked the coach known as the number one at Cape Base to follow for training.

The coaches he didn't choose would all beat their chests in regret, blaming their own lack of ability for missing out on such a once-in-a-lifetime genius.

He also claimed that during his training, all the students in his cohort were incredibly impressive, but whenever they saw him, they were as terrified as mice seeing a cat, all calling him "senior brother" with utmost respect.

The reason was simple: because he, Edward Lincoln, crushed his peers and was invincible among those of his generation.

Henry Lincoln had heard this so many times that he felt Edward Lincoln's stories were highly unreliable and full of exaggeration. If Fourth Brother was really as amazing as he claimed, able to dominate his generation even at a place like Cape Base, then how come, after returning to a small place like Xuan Bird Base, there were still several people of similar age who could challenge him?

But because Edward Lincoln was such a good storyteller, even his bragging was full of twists and turns that sparked the imagination. And since Henry Lincoln had heard it so many times, he actually remembered quite a few of the people and names from those stories.

Of course, those people only existed to set off how impressive Edward Lincoln was—mere background characters.

But to make himself look even better, Edward Lincoln gave those background characters all sorts of astonishing identities.

Things like "once-in-a-century prodigy," "scion of a great family," "campus beauty," and so on—after hearing it enough, it all sounded a bit tacky.

Edward Lincoln mentioned quite a few female classmates, most of whom were supposedly obsessed with his charm and character, unable to extricate themselves, all crying and begging to be his girlfriend, which he found tiresome.

According to Edward Lincoln, the only female classmate who didn't want to date him was still deeply impressed by his talent and combat ability—a true Little Daisy.

Henry Lincoln remembered that the Little Daisy in Edward Lincoln's stories was called Diana White, a year below Edward Lincoln, but a genius girl who had achieved "petrification" at the age of twelve. She was a martial arts fanatic, spending every day either training or on her way to a fight.

At that time, Edward Lincoln was only a year older than Diana White, and before he had even achieved petrification himself, he defeated the already-petrified Diana White. From then on, Diana White regarded him as an idol and would consult him whenever she had questions about training.

"Petrification" was an important step in evolving from human to base-mutant—like a caterpillar forming a chrysalis to become a butterfly, a process of physical transformation. Practitioners had to go through a similar process to evolve their flesh-and-blood bodies toward bodies of steel.

Henry Lincoln recalled that among all the background classmates in Edward Lincoln's stories, most were his peers, with only Diana White being a junior by one year.

"This woman called me 'senior brother'—could she be Diana White?" Henry Lincoln thought it was possible, but he couldn't be sure. After all, Edward Lincoln surely had more than one junior female classmate, and if he guessed wrong, the consequences would be more than he could bear.