Green Pavilion Hotel
Situ Ming hurriedly pushed open the door to the room at the comic convention and leaned back lazily on the sofa.
The man at the comic convention narrowed his eyes and demanded, "Where did that guy surnamed Zhao go?"
The comic convention didn't forget what kind of person Situ Ming was.
Ruthless and vicious arms dealer!
Damn it, he even tried to matchmake people up in this lifetime, he's insane!
Two months after Zhao became a vegetable, doctors declared him brain dead. In his deepest grief, he cremated Zhao Xiaoyue.
Just as he was carrying the ashes out of the funeral home, more than a dozen black Bentleys drove up in front of him, and forty or fifty bodyguards got out of the cars and surrounded him.
The bodyguards behind carried a wheelchair out of the car. The man in the wheelchair was unrecognizable, and a blanket was covered on his legs.
A scarred, menacing-looking man was pushing a wheelchair.
"And her?"
The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
With just one sentence, the anime convention was filled with tears. These people were probably Zhao's friends; that guy always made friends with strange and unusual people.
"Are you here to pay your respects to Zhao Xiaoyue?"
When asked, the man's burned and deformed eyes emitted a chilling and terrifying light.
"Why cremate her without treating her?"
The anime convention worker was inexplicably angry and saddened. "Do you think I didn't want to? She's brain dead! Brain dead! There's no saving her! Waaaaah!"
After saying that, she sat down on the ground, clutching the urn, and cried uncontrollably.
Wang Biao gave a signal, and three bodyguards stepped forward. Two held down the man in the comic convention room, while the third took the urn and respectfully handed it to the man in the wheelchair.
"What are you doing? Who are you? Aren't you Little Moon's friends?"
He was utterly useless at the comic convention; he was completely helpless against the people trying to steal his urn.
Previously, the surname Zhao was his source of confidence, but now he has lost that confidence.
"Waaah! What are you doing, you bastards! Let go of Little Moon! Hey! Ugly monster, what are you doing? Come back! Come back here!"
As the wheelchair was about to be put into the car, Comic Con was so anxious that he jumped up and down, while he was being held down by someone.
"What conditions? What conditions? Tell me! Don't kidnap me!"
The man didn't turn around, and said to his men in a low, hoarse voice, "Take him to Southeast Asia!"
"Yes, Ninth Master!"
The comic convention was violently attacked and knocked unconscious.
He woke up in a laboratory, where the bright lights made him squint for a while before his eyes adjusted.
He quickly jumped out of bed. In the center of the huge laboratory, two people were tied up, and heavily armed personnel were constantly moving around.
The laboratory walls are lined with various organs preserved in formalin.
At the comic convention, I carefully examined everything, trembling, and realized that all of them were human organs.
ah--
In a panic at the comic convention, I plopped down on the ground. What kind of weird place is this?
The man in the wheelchair came in.
"Who are you? Where is Little Moon? What have you done to her?"
Just as they were about to approach the comic convention, a man resembling Sang Biao stepped in and restrained them.
A man in a white coat walked over and said, "Ninth Master, we've figured it out. This medicine is effective."
The man, whose face was completely disfigured, remained silent for a long time before suddenly saying to the comic convention, "Did you hear that? It's your incompetence!"
Comic convention is unbelievable, what does that mean?
The person in the white coat explained, "We have recently developed a drug that can directly awaken a person in a vegetative state."
In short, the comic convention understood: if someone surnamed Zhao were to receive this drug before brain death, the person would wake up.
How is that possible? There is no medication that can treat vegetative state.
The man said, "Being around her makes you look like a piece of trash, a completely useless piece of trash."
My God, this is not only a personal attack but also a psychological blow.
"Who are you? Who are you, you ugly monster? What gives you the right to talk to me like that? What do you know? What gives you the right to say that to me?"
The man left without saying a word.
He was knocked unconscious again at the comic convention and taken out of the lab.
He was very upset. Why did they have to knock him unconscious?
Later, when I woke up again at the comic convention, I was in my own room, feeling as horrified as if I had just had a dream.
He got up and hurriedly brought his computer to search online, but none of the information about someone called "Ninth Master" matched.
After much deliberation, he went to the dark web and typed in the title "Ninth Master." What popped up was a handsome man, an overseas arms dealer!
Information shows that this man, known as Ninth Master, was burned in a fire, leaving him disfigured and turning him into a ruthless, vicious, and cold-blooded individual. He is also the largest underground arms dealer overseas.
Glug!
The comic convention worker was so scared that he sat down on the ground with a thud. When did Little Moon get involved with foreign arms dealers?
He knew very well that Zhao Xiaoyue was most wary of the underworld! It wasn't so much fear as a taboo; in Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes, all dark forces were taboo.
So she never touches those things.
When exactly did this person surnamed Zhao become involved with these people?
No, that's impossible!
Even if you gave someone surnamed Zhao a billion yuan, she still wouldn't have any dealings with these people.
The more I scrolled down at the comic convention, the more horrifying it became. This guy called "Ninth Master" was terrifying; he hadn't spared his own father and his entire family, turning them into neat specimens.
Is this even human?
Later, he was disfigured, supposedly because he offended too many people and was almost burned to death.
He collapsed onto the bed in fear at the comic convention. Could he have been targeted by these people?
Thinking about it, oh well, if they've got their eye on me, so be it. I've got nothing better to do with my life anyway.
When I woke up to find myself in the hospital, I sat up abruptly, thinking I had been captured again and taken to an underground laboratory overseas.
suffer?
He suddenly woke up at the comic convention, and all his memories came back?
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