Chapter 41: Get Him or Kill Him

"Look at your grandpa, is he good looking?"

A voice came from the monitoring room filled with screens.

A figure in a black uniform sat in a chair, looking at the screen with interest. His eyes fell on the person running in the corridor, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

"Is he awake?"

Another figure, also in a black uniform, walked over, stopped behind the chair, and scanned the surveillance camera.

The light from the screen illuminated the faces of the two people, with the same eyebrows and contours, as if they were carved from the same mold.

"Let's go and pick him up."

The man stood up from his chair, a mischievous smile on his face, and walked out the door with another man:

"It would be bad if he got into other areas. We wouldn't be able to get him back if we wanted to."

Almost at the same moment the red light came on, Jiang Chaoyang ran towards the fork in the road on the left.

But since he had nothing to use to identify the direction, Jiang Chaoyang felt like he had gone around in circles and ended up back there.

The roads here are just like copy and paste.

Just as he rushed through a right-angle bend, the scene in front of him made him brake suddenly.

The man seemed to have been waiting for him, and even leisurely raised one hand and waved at Jiang Chaoyang as if teasing a kitten or puppy:

"Hello, little cutie, are you tired of running?"

The man was dressed in black and had a tall stature, standing out against the white surroundings.

Jiang Chaoyang ignored him and turned around and ran in the direction he came from.

But just as he rushed around the corner, he crashed into a solid chest.

Jiang Chaoyang staggered back a few steps before he could barely stand. He raised his head and saw another man in a black uniform, but the key point was that he looked exactly like the man before.

Jiang Chaoyang looked as if he had seen a ghost, "How can you still flash?"

The man who was hit seemed to find Jiang Chaoyang's expression very funny. A smile appeared on his handsome but dangerous features, as if he was playing a prank.

"Because there are two of me." Fan Mixi said.

Jiang Chaoyang turned his head stiffly and looked behind him.

At the other end of the corridor, the man who had waved just now was approaching him step by step with a leisurely pace.

"It's so boring. Is it over like this?" Fan Mizai asked.

At this moment, Jiang Chaoyang moved, not retreating, but running towards Fan Mizai who was walking towards him.

Fan Mizai had never seen prey running towards the hunter on their own initiative. "Are you trying to beg for mercy from me? But I'd rather you kneel down and beg me to fuck you."

"Okay." Jiang Chaoyang responded with a smile.

The surprise in Fan Mizai's eyes was instantly replaced by greater interest. He opened his arms and welcomed Jiang Chaoyang's surrender.

He waited for Jiang Chaoyang to fall into his arms and then play some last-ditch struggle.

Just when Jiang Chaoyang was about to fall into Fan Mizai's arms, he suddenly turned his body to the side, stepped his left foot on the wall of the corridor, and took advantage of the momentum to fly into the air. At the moment when his body twisted horizontally in the air, his right leg used the force of the rotation to sweep fiercely towards the back of Fan Mizai's head.

Fan Mizai was startled and quickly bent forward and lowered his head, and the wind from the leg brushed past his neck.

Although it didn't hit the vital part, it still made his cervical vertebrae make a crisp cracking sound.

Jiang Chaoyang didn't even pause to slow down when he landed, and ran towards the unobstructed road.

He turned around and raised his middle finger at the two of them, his mocking voice echoing in the corridor: "If you're not good at it, practice more."

“…”

Time seemed to stand still.

Fan Mizai covered his neck and slowly stood up.

“Click.”

The sound of dislocated joints being straightened.

An almost tangible aura of danger permeated around Fan Mizai. The smile on his face not only did not subside, but instead widened, with the corners of his lips forming an astonishing arc.

It was not a smile of joy, but a sign of extreme excitement on the verge of losing control. An abnormal blush quickly climbed up his cheeks and even spread to the corners of his eyes.

"ah……"

His eyes were wide open with excitement, his pupils began to tremble, the redness on his cheeks had not yet faded, and he stared at the corner where Jiang Chaoyang disappeared.

Fan Mixi, who was standing at the other end, was not worried at all. Instead, he seemed to be infected. He licked his dry lips, and in those identical eyes, there was the same excitement.

Fan Mixi: "Fuck him, or kill him?"

Fan Mizai lowered his hand from covering his neck, and spoke in a brisk but chilling voice:

"Fuck him."

Jiang Chaoyang fled for his life.

He didn't care whether he would run into a dead end or not, he ran with all his might. None of the doors in the corridor could be opened, and Jiang Chaoyang had no way to hide in.

He even began to wonder if this was a maze.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared not far away. Different from the light in the corridor, Jiang Chaoyang rushed over there without thinking.

There was a sound of glass colliding.

Two different colored test tube liquids were poured into the beaker together and turned black after mixing.

"Bang--"

There was a loud bang at the door, and it was immediately closed. The man shaking the glass beaker turned his head and looked over:

"Who are you?"

Jiang Chaoyang leaned against the door, panting. When he heard the question coming from the other side, he subconsciously raised his head.

The light in the laboratory was cold and white, illuminating the various precision instruments, and the air was filled with an indescribable smell of chemical reagents.

A man in a white coat stood in front of a laboratory table, holding a glass in his hand. The dark circles under his eyes were obvious, revealing a lingering melancholy and fatigue.

Jiang Chaoyang looked at the man asking the question. He looked like a researcher and posed no immediate threat.

Jiang Chaoyang scratched his cheek awkwardly, trying to look harmless. "Uh... I, I came over to take a look?"

While speaking, Jiang Chaoyang's eyes quickly scanned around, looking for a place to hide.

But the lab only had equipment and no way to hide it.

"This is not the place for you, get out." The man withdrew his gaze, as if he was impatient at having his peace and quiet disturbed.

Jiang Chaoyang's mind was racing, wondering whether he should pretend to have a sudden illness or make up an excuse.

The door that was pressed against his back suddenly opened to both sides. Jiang Chaoyang hurriedly stood firm and quickly moved away from the door.

Fan Mixi's gaze first slowly swept over Jiang Chaoyang, then fell on the man in the white coat, "Dr. Yu, we're just picking someone up and leaving. You don't mind, right?"

The man ignored them.

Fan Mizai walked towards Jiang Chaoyang step by step, "You can't just run to other areas, understand? They are much worse than us."

"Who would believe you?" Jiang Chaoyang was speechless.

"It's true." Fan Mixi smiled.

Without waiting for Jiang Chaoyang to resist, Fan Mixi grabbed his waist and lifted him up, and Jiang Chaoyang was hung on his shoulders.

"Let's go." Fan Mizai walked towards the door without even looking at the man and waved his hand.