Chapter 81
"They took 025 away." A crack appeared in the space, and a mysterious man who controlled the space crawled out from the crack.
Even wearing a hood and a mask could not hide his anger and anxiety.
The leader didn't look at him and continued to finish the portrait in his hand: "Huahua is a child who doesn't know the limits, and Chuck followed suit."
As if he found it funny, he chuckled lightly as he put down his pen, but there was no trace of anxiety in his eyes.
"You tacitly approved this." The mysterious man paused, his gaze growing colder. "Why did you order the hotel owner to be captured alive and then allow them to take the S-Class filth away?"
That was S-level filth, and its horror was enough to make everyone in the entire base fall into a hallucination. Even if the young man was very powerful, the probability of survival was still not high.
The leader glanced at him with a smile, and the mysterious man immediately lowered his head when he realized that he had overstepped his bounds.
As if not caring about his reckless question, the leader sighed, "If I could die so easily, then there would be no value in my existence."
Whether it's that S-level filth or Wen Bei, as long as one of them survives, it's enough.
Only one is needed as a sacrifice to the evil god.
He really wanted to see how far the top-level filth cultivated artificially could grow.
The mysterious man stopped talking. He only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.
Whether it was Fang Huahua or the S-rank filth creature that had taken countless manpower and efforts to cultivate, in this person's eyes, they could be discarded at any time.
He not only wanted the S-level filth to fight against Wen Bei, but also wanted to use them to kill Fang Huahua and Chuck.
After all, disobedient nails will affect the stability of the entire organization.
A saint must be a whole with one brain when he joins the church. This was the first rule he memorized when he joined the church. It was almost engraved in his brain with an iron, and his soul was marked.
Maybe something will happen to Wen Bei in the end, and the man named Qiu Tinge will not be able to protect him. The S-level filth may be able to accept this test and grow into a more terrifying monster from another dimension, but as long as he, the space system used to save his life, does not interfere in this matter.
No matter which side wins, Fang Huahua and Chuck must die there.
Seeing what he was thinking, the leader stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the woman on his right shoulder: "All I need is submission."
A strong sense of oppression came over me.
The mysterious man lowered his head even lower: "...Yes."
...
"Say it again?" Wen Bei covered his head, which was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to explode, and his thinking ability became chaotic.
The rabbit housekeeper's furry rabbit face was expressionless: "You should go."
It didn't want to say anything more, so it stretched out its claws and tapped the air twice. Suddenly, a strong suction force appeared from under Wen Bei's feet, completely wrapping him up.
When he opened his eyes again, Wen Bei saw an unfamiliar ceiling. The pure white ceiling and the incandescent light on top were a bit dazzling.
"Are you awake?" A somewhat surprised female voice came from the side.
Wen Bei's eyes became sharp and he quickly looked at the person who spoke. He wanted to tense his body under the quilt so that he could respond at any time, but he felt powerless.
The young nurse, who had just started working, blushed at the sight of his handsome and recognizable face. Then, she was startled again: "I, I'll go call a doctor for you."
The guy is very handsome, but his eyes are very fierce.
This look is even more terrifying than that of the actor who plays a killer in the movie.
The young nurse hurried to find a doctor, but Wen Bei did not let down his guard. He felt as if his body was out of his control and became very weak.
Soon the nurse came over with the doctor. Wen Bei stared at them to make sure that they were not carrying any weapons and did not show any murderous intent.
From the outside, they are all completely ordinary people like him.
He seemed to have really returned to his old world.
After a thorough examination, the doctor exclaimed, "That's strange! Do you feel any discomfort anywhere?"
Wen Bei shook his head: "I feel a little weak."
Doctor: "This is normal. You were in a coma after the car accident and have been in the hospital for over a month. You may have some muscle weakness after regaining consciousness. It will be fine after a period of rehabilitation."
"That's really weird."
The doctor couldn't help but whisper something, but no matter how he looked at the data, it showed that the man who had just woken up from a coma was very healthy.
The car accident did not seem to have caused much damage to his body.
It's a medical miracle.
"Thank you, doctor." Wen Bei's eyes gradually changed from vigilance at the beginning to gentleness.
The hands hidden under the quilt clenched tightly until it hurt.
...
After a period of rehabilitation in the hospital, Wen Bei was soon able to move freely like a normal person. He paid the medical bills he owed and left the hospital despite the doctor's advice.
During this time, he searched for many things and verified many people, and he could confirm that this was the world before his rebirth.
This was clearly his native world, but at this moment he felt uneasy everywhere.
Wen Bei suppressed this strange feeling and tried to accept this fact.
He could no longer use his powers, and had no way to go back.
Besides, why would he choose to go back to that apocalyptic world filled with murderous intent? Staying here is the best option...
Wen Bei took a deep breath, suppressed the inexplicable anxiety in his heart, and opened the door of his rental house.
The landlord of the rental house he originally lived in had taken back the property a long time ago, but he didn't care. He recently found a very high-end apartment and signed a contract for a full year.
The money that I didn't dare to spend before was spent lavishly as if to take revenge.
The phone in his pocket rang. After Wen Bei answered it, a male voice came from it.
"Are you free tonight?"
This is his friend...and suitor.
Wen Bei doesn't know what his ideal type is, the only thing he is sure of is that he doesn't like men.
He has always believed that soft girls who can arouse his desire to protect are more suitable for him than tough men, so he always appears to be more gentlemanly when dealing with female friends.
In the past, he would definitely not agree to this obvious date invitation, but things are different now. His mind is in a mess and he needs some alcohol to numb it.
So I agreed without hesitation.
I took a taxi that I used to be reluctant to take and arrived at the door of the bar. It was a quiet bar.
The suitor was flattered by Wen Bei's rare invitation, so he restrained himself and only dared to bring him to Qing Bar.
He thought he finally had his chance, so he wanted to leave a good impression. He wore his most expensive clothes and smiled brightly when he saw Wen Bei coming over: "You're here."
Greeted him like an ordinary friend.
Wen Bei has a high emotional intelligence, so he has no shortage of friends around him. However, due to his inherent aloofness and his desire to make money, he is unable to make close friends with anyone. Although he seems to be popular, he actually doesn't have a single close friend, let alone drink with others in a bar.
This was the first time he had stepped into such an area.
The atmosphere was pretty good, the music wasn't too blaring, and people were sitting in groups of two or three at each table. After entering from Wenbei, even the dim lights couldn't hide his shining points.
Many people's attention was attracted, but they were a little reserved.
"Chen Xun." Wen Bei called his name, and he thanked him in a very calm manner, "Thank you."
He has no relatives in this world, so when he was hospitalized, he had to pay for his medical expenses. Even though the money has been paid back, the favor still remains.
This is a wealthy second-generation rich man.
The reason why Wen Bei became friends with him was that she just wanted some connections at first, but she didn't expect that he would start pursuing her.
So I stayed away for a while.
Now it seems that he still likes me very much.
I've already said thank you, but after tonight I'll completely reject it.
Wen Bei's eyes were cold. He was not a kind person and it was impossible for him to be grateful to others just because they helped him.
Chen Xun coughed softly to hide his excitement: "You just got out of the hospital not long ago, can you drink?"
Wen Bei: “Yeah.”
He raised his hand, picked up the drink that the bartender had just mixed, shook it at him, and then drank it.
Chen Xun was stunned by the Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his ears turned red: "Then you should be more careful."
He covered up the problem and picked up the wine on the table and drank it.
Alcohol can indeed eliminate troubles at certain stages to a certain extent, and the feeling of paralyzing the brain can make it difficult for many rational creatures to resist.
Unconsciously, after drinking one glass of wine after another, a blush appeared on Wen Bei's delicate face, and her eyes were like watery ripples. Although she did not have a feminine appearance, she was so beautiful that it was hard to look away.
Chen Xun swallowed and said, "Don't drink anymore. You're drunk."
He felt very useless and thought of many ways to deal with this situation. He even wanted to confess his feelings in one breath, but in fact he just stood there looking at him at a loss.
As if looking at the king's people.
Other people in the bar tried to strike up a conversation, but were rejected.
Chen Xun couldn't help but feel a little hope in his heart, wondering if he was the special one.
Just as he was about to speak again, Wen Bei suddenly stood up.
He frowned and covered his head, muttering, "It hurts."
It felt like something was stirring with a needle.
Let his sanity be shattered bit by bit.
Why was he drinking here? Was he trying to escape something? What for?
Chen Xun got nervous and snatched the cup from his hand: "Don't drink it, you shouldn't drink alcohol after you were discharged from the hospital."
He somewhat regretted bringing Wen Bei to the bar, even though it allowed him to see the young man's rare softening side.
Hospitalized? Why was I hospitalized? But I remember that I died on the spot.
Why can I be resurrected after death? I shouldn’t be here.
Wen Bei tried desperately to recall the details, but he suddenly felt that his memory was becoming increasingly blurred, as if a pair of large hands were washing something away invisibly.
It must be because he was drunk, so his memory is a little confused. Once he sobers up, he will be able to remember everything.
Thinking of this, he gradually relaxed his guard, allowing the fragments of memory in his brain to become more and more blurred...
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