"Just now in the comic, I drew the scene where I was injected with the virus. About a week ago, I was injected with three viruses at the same time. The toxicity of the virus is more potent than any of yours."
"Didn't I ask the doctor to give you an antidote? Why is this happening?" The first one to rush out was Luo Xiu.
He dropped his gun, rushed to Lu Zhiwei's side, grabbed her hand, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Her hands were limp and burning hot.
His entire body resembled a kite without wind, poised to plummet to the ground at any moment.
“Because… I didn’t inject the antidote at all.” Lu Zhiwei forcefully shook off Luo Xiu’s hand.
Due to the interaction of forces.
Lu Zhiwei stumbled and fell against the corner of the table, but fortunately Shen Jingmo caught her in time.
The sizzling sound of the contact was amplified infinitely through the microphone.
Stimulated by this news, Shen Jinmo's pupils suddenly dilated, and he stood there blankly, staring at Lu Zhiwei without blinking.
My heart felt like it was being pricked by countless tiny needles.
He understood.
Everything became clear.
That antidote was something she obtained at the cost of her life.
Lu Zhiwei! You're the complete idiot!
Lu Zhiwei's words caused an uproar in the entire venue.
"President Lu didn't inject the antidote? Then you..."
Some members of the association couldn't help but feel a little worried for Lu Zhiwei.
"Isn't it said that the virus only has a seven-day incubation period, and then the outbreak will completely destroy everything? Is Chairman Lu courting death?"
"Why not? I clearly saw the doctor give you the injection that day! What exactly happened?" Luo Xiu pulled Lu Zhiwei into his arms, his eyes red as he roared.
He knew all too well how toxic the virus developed by the Rockefeller Group was.
Even if the patient is saved after the seven-day incubation period by administering the antidote, there will still be long-term effects.
"I switched the medicine. What I was injected with that day was just ordinary glucose water. The real antidote has been transported off the island and given to medical personnel to study, replicate, and mass-produce."
The antidote is already outside the venue. Everyone can be saved! Hahaha! Lu Zhiwei raised her red lips and laughed unrestrainedly.
Her bright smile was like a sharp dagger, piercing Luo Xiu's heart.
Boom!
Luo Xiu's mind was as if it had been struck by lightning.
Shock, anger, and helplessness towards Lu Zhiwei all overflowed from his eyes.
"Lu Zhiwei!!! You slut!"
Enraged, Luo Xiu had long since lost control of his emotions.
He reached out and grabbed Lu Zhiwei by the neck.
The person he loves most.
He risked his life to destroy the great cause that was within his grasp.
All his plans came to naught.
Lu Zhiwei slowly closed her eyes, letting Luo Xiu pinch her.
Even if he strangled her right now.
It's all in vain!
"Let her go!" A cold, angry roar rang out.
Bang--
He slammed a punch into Luo Xiu's face.
The iron fist, having gathered all its strength, smashed open his lip, and bright red blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth.
Unable to withstand the force, Luo Xiu collapsed to the ground.
With his fists clenched, Shen Jinmo's eyes were bloodshot, and his killing intent was palpable.
Punch after punch.
The falling raindrops hit Luo Xiu's face.
Upon learning that they could be saved, the artists below the stage, unusually united, rushed forward like lightning.
"Beat Luo Xiu to death!"
"Kill him."
"What kind of bullshit young master of the Luo family is he? He's not even as good as a pig or a dog."
"No wonder he painted himself when he painted demons; he is the demon himself."
"Don't let him leave the venue alive."
"Kill him!"
A huge crowd surged onto the stage, throwing punches and kicks at each other.
They were filled with hatred and wanted Luo Xiu dead.
Luo Xiu, who was lying on the ground, was being brutally beaten by this group of people.
Curled up in a ball, he looked like a stinking stray dog.
It felt like I was back in the year when everyone in the alley was shouting at me.
He was holding his head, his face and body covered in blood.
Tears welled up in his eyes and fell to his lips; he could only lick them clean with his tongue.
Who am I crying to?
Who would feel sorry for her?
Luo Wuyan stood blankly below the stage, holding Lu Anyu, watching the artists rush up one by one to vent their anger on Luo Xiu.
She was the only one still standing there.
They watched quietly as Luo Xiu met his end.
"Aunt Luo, do you feel sorry for him?" Lu Anyu asked her softly, his big, round eyes wide open.
Luo Wuyan sneered, "Feeling sorry for him is the beginning of a tragedy! He deserves it! He could have had a completely different life, but it's all his own fault!"
Lu Zhiwei, pushed to the side by the crowd, quietly watched the people surging forward.
No one present remembered her contributions; they were only focused on venting their own resentment.
At this moment, Lu Zhiwei truly felt ironic!
The world she wanted to save was nothing more than this!
Exhausted, Lu Zhiwei collapsed to the ground.
Shen Jinmo acted quickly, embracing her tightly in his arms: "It's alright, it's over. I'll take you to get the antidote."
With tears in her eyes, Lu Zhiwei rested her chin on his shoulder. "Shen Jinmo, I'm so tired."
"Then let's go. I'll take you home!" Shen Jinmo's gentle voice, like a cello, rang in Lu Zhuiwei's ears.
He picked her up, didn't even glance at the group of people, and walked off the stage to join Lu Anyu and the others.
Their family can finally be reunited.
Luo Wuyan, carrying Lu Anyu, excitedly ran towards Lu Zhiwei.
They were only a few steps away from meeting.
Suddenly, a gap appeared in the crowd on the stage.
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