Chapter 270 Dog Training Tricks
When the news of the detention center's closure reached him, Curry's hand trembled, and the steaming tea in his cup spilled out, staining the table and wetting the documents he had just signed.
But Curry didn't even glance at it. He stood up from his seat and immediately arranged for more people to search.
His tone was filled with unprecedented anxiety, and he even contacted several familiar old friends in the military and local areas in one go.
The cup was casually placed to one side, and a dark brown wavy pattern appeared around the edge of the damp paper. The atmosphere in the office was quiet and heavy.
"What should we do with those degenerate beastmen that were sent here?" Assistant Xiao asked cautiously.
The beast tide rating was wrong, and coupled with the man-made beastman riot, many people were affected this time, especially the mental riot caused by illegal drugs, which sent in a lot of people at once.
The banned drugs have a huge impact on the orcs' mental state. Several orcs with low resistance are already close to the threshold and may not survive the next mental outburst if they do not receive treatment.
But... now Therapist Sang has disappeared.
Curry sat back down, his gaze falling on the edge of his teacup. After a long silence, he closed his eyes and solemnly ordered, "For those whose riot value reaches 100, proceed according to procedure."
Those that cannot be suppressed by tranquilizers must be disposed of humanitarianly.
In his many missions, Sang Qing had tried to save the orcs in the military who had unfortunately become monsters, but he was unsuccessful in all of them.
Only those with strong mental power at the SS level or above can prevent their mental barrier from being completely eroded after mutation, thus having a glimmer of hope.
This chance of survival requires the little girl to put in ten or twenty times more effort than others.
Apart from Sang Qing, no one else was willing to come to the shelter.
Without Sang Qing, the asylum will once again become a cold prison.
After inquiring about the casualties of the special forces team during the mission, Curry turned to the only two people who stayed behind with Sang Qing, "How are Bai Xiao and Xiong Da?"
Besides Omia and the two members of the aquatic team who were seriously injured, some others suffered minor injuries during this mission. However, due to the high frequency of treatment by Sang Qing, their mental state was generally not affected.
Only Xiong Da and Bai Xiao were affected by the banned drugs.
"It's alright, there's nothing wrong, it's just that the riot value has increased a bit too much." Assistant Xiao explained the situation dutifully.
"Captain Bai's riot value suddenly increased to 45, and Guard Xiong's riot value increased to 35. It was thanks to Healer Sang that their riot values were reduced to a very low level. Otherwise, they would have suffered the same mental riot as those orcs, and the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Curry's furrowed brow did not ease. "What was Bai Xiao's riot value before?"
Assistant Xiao glanced at the documents in his hand and replied, "21."
Where's Xiong Da?
"There's no record of this in the shelter, but according to him, his riot value was already reset to zero long ago."
The S-rank increased its riot value by 35 points overnight, let alone others.
A lingering shadow hung over Curry's brow.
...
Sang Qing awoke with a dull pain in his mental sea, and upon opening his eyes, he was met with the upper half of a strange metal mask.
"Hello, selfless healer." A voice with a half-smile came from behind the mask.
Sang Qing warily sized up the person in front of her. Under the mask was a face with a slightly pointed chin and thin, long lips. When he smiled, he had a sinister and evil look.
Those equally chilling eyes were now staring at her with a mocking gaze.
Sang Qing's bound hands reached down to his calves, and unsurprisingly, he found no dagger, let alone his personal computer; everything on his body had been taken.
"Who sent you to arrest me?"
Joe Roy?
Second Princess?
Or were they the therapists who disliked her?
Sang Qing asked the question without expecting an answer.
As expected, the other party did not answer, and Sang Qing even keenly caught a hint of disdain in the man's eyes.
He slowly stepped forward, stopped in front of her, bent down and looked down at her.
"Since you're so clever, Healer, why don't you guess why I brought you here?"
Sang Qing recalled the two chilling gazes that seemed to be directed at her like venomous snakes, as well as the banned drug that caused the riot. Connecting all these things, she realized that the person behind the space pirates was the mastermind behind the group.
He glanced around discreetly, searching for a possible breakthrough.
Aside from the masked man, there were five other people in the room, including an orc wearing a white coat who looked thin but whose eyes were anything but clear.
Having witnessed too many ruthless villains living on the edge of death in the apocalypse, Sang Qing easily categorized them into one group.
The gaze finally settled on a patch of skin on the man's chin covered in black scales.
Fish?
Or a snake?
Remembering that the man had mentioned his identity as a therapist twice, she lowered her eyes slightly and asked, "Do you need me to provide you with emotional support?"
The man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.
"OK."
Normal females would be trembling with fear in this situation, no wonder she became an S-class healer at such a young age.
The orc in the white coat next to him seemed to want to give a reminder, but the man raised his hand to stop him.
Sang Qing didn't care why the other party agreed so easily, but as long as he dared to do it, she would be in control.
A female can only offer emotional support to a male if it is voluntary. As long as the male is not SSS-level, she can destroy his mental sea.
Sang Qing's suggestion to untie the ropes was refused, which was not unexpected.
We are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board.
He moved his body forward.
But just as they were about to make contact, the man withdrew his hand, as if teasing a kitten or puppy.
"I forgot to tell you, you can't use your mental power right now."
Sang Qing's heart sank. She secretly mobilized her mental energy, but only felt a wave of dizziness.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the entire room was filled with a fragrance that resembled that of golden bell flowers, but was lighter and closer to the scent of wood.
Suddenly, she remembered that there was a similar fragrance in Huo Mingyang's office, but she was in a hurry at the time and worried about the safety of Omia and the others, so she did not carefully identify it.
Joe, Luo, and Yi.
A flash of ferocity crossed his eyes, and his hands, bound behind his back, clenched tightly.
If she doesn't die this time, she will never let her go.
Suddenly, Sang Qing's chin was grabbed, forcing her to raise her head.
"Rather than offering emotional comfort, looking at your beautiful face, I'd rather do something else. Why don't you come with me, and I'll spare your life?"
The man's other hand roamed over Sang Qing's face, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery and arrogance.
Sang Qing felt utterly disgusted, but had no choice but to play along, "Sure, I'll go back and divorce my husband, and use his money to support you."
A moment of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, as if he was speechless.
Then, with even greater interest, he tightened his grip on Sang Qing's chin and flung her aside forcefully. "Don't try to pull those dog-training tricks on me. I'm not falling for that."
Sang Qing: "..."
He showed no mercy or tenderness towards women.
Seeing her in pain only made him laugh even harder.
abnormal!
With her long eyelashes drooping, concealing the dark glint in her eyes, Sang Qing coughed lightly twice in a disheveled manner, and under the pretext of getting up, quietly put the small silver piece with bloodstains and serrated edges into her palm.
The man didn't notice that the ornaments on his clothes were missing, and when he saw the bloodstains on Sang Qing's lips, he assumed that she had fallen too hard and her teeth had hit the inside of her mouth.
He summoned someone, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Take him to the lab. Don't waste his life. Keep him alive; I still have a use for him."
(End of this chapter)
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