Liu Gang's escape put Lu Zhaoming in a dilemma.

Pursuing them might expose their whereabouts, but abandoning the pursuit could lead to Liu Gang becoming a puppet in white robes.

Lu Zhaoming's brows were furrowed, as if they were twisted into a tangled mess, and his mind was like a turbulent sea, churning with all sorts of thoughts.

He gritted his teeth, a determined glint in his eyes, and finally made his decision: "Damn it, I'm betting everything. Between brothers, it's either live together or die together!"

He quickly activated the portable tracker, silently reciting Liu Gang's name, as if this would strengthen the signal.

The tracker's red dot moved rapidly across the screen, eventually pointing towards the core database.

Lu Zhaoming clenched his fists and followed the signal, silently praying that Liu Gang could hold on.

A short while later, Lu Zhaoming arrived in front of a dilapidated building, surrounded by an eerie silence.

The building was filled with the low, rumbling sounds of machinery, as if countless demons were whispering.

He carefully pushed open a dilapidated iron door, inside which was a huge laboratory. In the center was a massive brainwave extraction device, on which Liu Gang was strapped, his eyes closed, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Judge Lu has indeed arrived, but this time he probably won't be able to escape so easily." The Ghost Doctor's voice was as cold as a knife as he slowly emerged from the shadows.

A smug smile played on his lips as he sneered at Lu Zhaoming: "You think you're so smart? You're just a clown being played with."

Lu Zhaoming felt a chill run down his spine, but he pretended to be calm on the surface: "Oh? So you're my opponent? Then I'd like to see just how powerful this machine really is." He deliberately feigned compromise and asked to see how the instrument worked.

The Ghost Doctor smiled slightly, gesturing for him to step forward.

Taking the opportunity, Lu Zhaoming scanned the core modules and used the system's time delay function to quickly scan for a critical interface.

The device can not only control consciousness, but also extract key information from memory.

A thought struck him: the White Robe Organization's core secrets must be hidden here.

Just then, Liu Gang suddenly opened his eyes slightly and shouted with all his might, "Don't worry about me... Go quickly!" His voice was low but firm, as if he had used up his last bit of strength.

Lu Zhaoming's heart skipped a beat, and he gritted his teeth and shook his head: "Between brothers, there is no turning back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zhaoming quickly activated the portable jammer, instantly interrupting the signal transmission.

The instrument emitted a piercing alarm, the Ghost Doctor's expression changed drastically, he immediately activated the self-destruct program and ordered the white-robed soldiers to launch an attack.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lu Zhaoming saw the Ghost Doctor's fingers rapidly tapping on the control panel. His heart tightened, and without hesitation, he inserted the jammer into the control panel, completely paralyzing the entire device.

"Damn it, Judge Lu, you've forced me to take action!" The Ghost Doctor pulled a miniature bomb from his pocket and glared fiercely at Lu Zhaoming: "Either hand over the antidote, or we die together!" His voice was full of threat, as if he could detonate the bomb at any moment.

Just at this critical moment, a huge explosion came from not far away. The blacksmith remotely detonated a pre-set trap, successfully attracting the guards' attention.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lu Zhaoming quickly pounced on the Ghost Doctor, knocking him down with a heavy punch and snatching the antidote.

However, Liu Gang has fallen into a coma due to prolonged brainwave stimulation.

The system interface popped up a message: "Target's vital signs are unstable; immediate treatment is recommended." Lu Zhaoming gritted his teeth, carried Liu Gang on his back, and retreated towards the exit, with only one thought in his mind: "No matter what, I must get my brother out of here!"

The moment he took his first step, the system interface popped up another warning: "The exit ahead has been blocked. We suggest you find an alternative route." Lu Zhaoming's heart tightened, but he did not stop; instead, his steps became even more determined.

He took a deep breath, his voice low and powerful: "Blacksmith, are you ready over there?" During the retreat, Lu Zhaoming felt like his lungs were about to explode, and beads of sweat were falling like they were free. Carrying Liu Gang on his back, even though he was unconscious, was incredibly heavy. It was truly a "sweet burden"!

Just when he felt he was about to collapse from exhaustion and his vision was starting to blur, a crisp "ding-dong" sounded in his mind, and the system's emotionless electronic voice rang out again like a death knell.

[WARNING! New tracking signal detected, target locked!]

"Holy crap!" Lu Zhaoming's eye twitched, and he turned around abruptly. Behind him, he saw a dark mass of shadows. The soldiers in snow-white robes swarmed over like flies drawn by a scent, their footsteps crunching on the gravel. The sight of them was enough to make him want to devour him alive!

Besides the awful smell of gunpowder, there was also a faint smell of disinfectant in the air. As expected of products made by the White Coat, even the smell is so "pure"!

He gritted his teeth, the veins in his neck bulging, and only one thought was running through his mind as he roared: "Damn it, no matter the cost, I'll crawl back to you today!"

Just as he was about to break through the rickety alloy gate, their last line of defense for escaping, the glimmer of victory seemed to flash before his eyes, making him a little dizzy.

However, just as he was about to kick open the broken door and break through the encirclement with Liu Gang, Liu Gang, who had been motionless like a dead dog on his back, suddenly whimpered softly and weakly nuzzled his neck. Then, a voice, so faint it was almost blown away by the wind, yet as sharp as a poisoned dagger piercing Lu Zhaoming's heart, rang out: "Brother... I'm sorry... I... I might... not be able to hold on..."

Lu Zhaoming stumbled forward, nearly causing both of them to fall flat on their faces. His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and he gasped in pain.

He didn't turn around, but a stone seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he uttered a single, hoarse word: "...Hold on!"