Lu Zhaoming recovered from the exhaustion after the "Annihilation Light" was shut down, feeling as if every nerve in his body was protesting.

But Xiaomei suddenly provided a clue that instantly piqued his interest.

Her eyes flickered, and she whispered, "Brother Lu, I... I've discovered a secret."

Lu Zhaoming frowned, his eyes sharp as he looked at Xiaomei. From her childish tone, he keenly sensed a hint of unease.

He gently patted her shoulder and encouraged her, "What secret is it? Tell me, don't be afraid."

Xiao Mei took a deep breath, her face covered in a thin layer of sweat: "I... I overheard the old thief in white robes and the old fox talking when I sneaked into the lab once. They... they said that the old thief in white robes didn't die, but was secretly rebuilding the lab."

Lu Zhaoming's heart skipped a beat, as if he were enveloped by an invisible chill.

He stared intently at Xiaomei, asking to confirm, "Are you sure?"

Xiaomei nodded, her big eyes shining with determination: "It's absolutely true, I heard it myself."

Lu Zhaoming frowned, sighing inwardly: This shows that our enemy is far more difficult to deal with than we imagined.

He turned to Professor Lin beside him and asked in a low voice, "Professor Lin, what do you think?"

Professor Lin, we must find his hiding place as soon as possible and stop all of this.

Lu Zhaoming nodded; he had to take action.

In order to obtain more information, he decided to disguise himself as a homeless doctor and infiltrate the underground black market.

From his appearance to his words and actions, he disguised himself so perfectly that even Lin Shuang almost didn't recognize him.

In the black market trading area, he met a woman named Hong.

Sister Hong was a seemingly neutral intelligence broker who actually served the White Robe. Her shrewd eyes sized up Lu Zhaoming, and a faint smile appeared on her lips: "I heard you're a doctor who can cure difficult and complicated diseases?"

Lu Zhaoming's heart stirred, and a calm smile appeared on his face as he replied, "As long as the price is right, I can do anything."

Sister Hong nodded approvingly, "Not bad, I like people like you. The White Robe crew needs some special medicine lately, are you interested?"

Lu Zhaoming was secretly on guard, but responded calmly, "As long as it's not illegal, I'm willing to give it a try."

Sister Hong nodded in satisfaction, took out a drawing from her bosom and handed it to Lu Zhaoming: "This is the list of materials you need. Make sure to prepare the medicine according to the materials on the list, and there won't be any problems."

Lu Zhaoming took the blueprints, glanced at them quickly, and felt a chill run down his spine.

These materials are not used in ordinary medicines; clearly, the white-coated doctor is conducting far more dangerous experiments.

He calmly put away the blueprints and smiled slightly: "Thank you, Sister Hong. I will prepare it as soon as possible."

Through Sister Hong, Lu Zhaoming learned that the White Robe was recruiting a large number of scavengers for experiments, and that Old Fox was in charge of intelligence gathering and resource allocation.

He secretly planned to follow the clues and find out where the white-robed man was hiding.

But in order not to expose the existence of the trial system, he had to be extremely careful.

During a transaction, he noticed a clue that a blacksmith mentioned casually: "I heard that the White Robe has been appearing frequently near the abandoned factory in the East District lately. I wonder what he's up to."

Lu Zhaoming's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: An abandoned factory in the East District?

This place is no ordinary place.

He quickly noted down the clue and decided to investigate it himself.

The abandoned factory in the East District has been abandoned for many years, but it has now been transformed into a temporary base, guarded by modified experimental subjects.

Using his Eye of Judgment, Lu Zhaoming observed that although these experimental subjects were powerful, their minds were extremely unstable and prone to losing control.

He quickly jotted down these details, secretly plotting how to use them to find a breakthrough.

Just as he was preparing to leave, the old fox suddenly appeared and sneered, "Judge, you really have come."