Lu Zhaoming pretended to look through the data, but in his mind, he was silently using the Eye of Judgment.
Using the system's powerful functions, he scanned the ghost hand from all angles and quickly located the antidote it was carrying.
"You think I don't know your tricks?" Lu Zhaoming suddenly raised his head, his eyes sharp as knives. "You never intended to make a deal with me. You just wanted to lure me here and then kill me to cover it up!"
Ghost Hand's face turned pale instantly. He took a few steps back in a panic, trying to hide his fear: "What...what are you saying? I don't understand."
"Don't understand? No problem, I'll make you understand." Lu Zhaoming sneered, approaching the ghost hand step by step. "Today, if you don't hand over the antidote, don't even think about leaving alive!"
"Even if you kill me, Liu Feng will never wake up!" Ghost Hand threatened, his voice laced with bravado. "Once this blue liquid is injected into a person, it will permanently alter their consciousness. Unless I personally remove it, he will forever remain Chi Xiao's puppet!"
"Really? I'd like to try." Lu Zhaoming
Ghost Hand suddenly felt a suffocating sensation, and he was horrified to discover that he could not move at all!
"What...what did you do?" Ghost Hand's voice trembled, filled with fear.
Lu Zhaoming did not answer. He grabbed Ghost Hand's wrist, twisted it hard, and found a small medicine bottle on his body.
The medicine bottle contained several vials of clear medicine, which was the antidote he was looking for!
“Found it.” Lu Zhaoming held up the medicine bottle, a cold smile playing on his lips. “Now, you are of no value whatsoever.”
Just then, a commotion broke out outside the clinic, followed by a burst of gunfire and deafening shouts of battle.
"It seems that Qinglian and the others have already begun their operation," Lu Zhaoming thought to himself.
He ignored the ghost hand's wails and turned to leave the secret chamber.
When he walked out of the clinic, he saw Qinglian leading her team in a fierce battle with Chixiao's mercenaries.
Amidst the hail of bullets, Qinglian's figure moved nimbly and gracefully. Her support-type superpower played a significant role, providing powerful support to the team.
"Brother Lu, we have the situation under control, we can retreat now!" Qinglian shouted to Lu Zhaoming.
Lu Zhaoming nodded and quickly joined the battle with Xiao Hu.
With the help of others, they successfully broke through Red Owl's blockade and evacuated the clinic.
Back at the post-apocalyptic safe house, Lu Zhaoming gave the antidote to Su Li, asking her to prepare the antidote as soon as possible.
"Brother Lu, what do we do next?" Qinglian asked.
Lu Zhaoming gazed at the dark night sky in the distance, his eyes deep and resolute.
"The real show is just beginning..." Despite having achieved a temporary victory, Lu Zhaoming knew that this was just an appetizer.
He tossed the bottle containing the antidote to Su Li like a bowling ball, adding, "Hurry up, this stuff might be even more effective than your family heirloom perfume." Then, he held down Xiao Hu, who was eager to go find his brother, like pinning down a cat with its fur standing on end: "Calm down. In your brother's current condition, going there would just be suicide. Wait for my instructions."
However, before everyone could catch their breath, the system interface in Lu Zhaoming's mind suddenly flashed red, and a bloody warning box popped up: "High energy ahead! Host has been locked on, high-risk attack countdown: 60 seconds!"
"Holy crap, are you serious?" Lu Zhaoming's body trembled, his adrenaline surged, as if he had returned to the starting line of the 100-meter sprint for the college entrance examination.
"It seems that old bastard Chi Xiao is really desperate; he's planning a decapitation strike!"
He suddenly stood up, pulled open the dilapidated iron door of the safe house, and a gust of cold wind carrying the smell of gunpowder rushed in, making his faded T-shirt flutter loudly.
The faint roar of an engine could be heard in the air, growing louder as it approached, like the footsteps of death itself.
Lu Zhaoming narrowed his eyes, staring at the ruins shrouded in night in the distance, a dangerous smile curving his lips.
Very well, since you want to play big, then I'll play along with you!
"Qinglian, prepare to welcome our guests!"
However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and a cold killing intent instantly locked onto him.
He turned around abruptly, only to see Su Li standing behind him, a strange smile on her alluring face, a gleaming dagger in her hand, pointed directly at his heart…
"Zhaoming, guess... do you think I understand you better than Chixiao does?"
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