The pale-colored syringe was then injected into the magician's bloodied and mangled body.
The magician, who had been in a brief coma, suddenly opened his eyes, jerked his head back, and let out a few groans and cries like a wild beast, as if he had been subjected to some extremely painful stimulus, causing his pupils to dilate slightly.
"Ah—ahhh—"
After a series of extremely painful screams, the magician miraculously calmed down, whimpering softly like a docile little animal.
"Click-clack".
With two clicks of the shackles opening, the magician's body fell heavily to the ground.
He lay there on the cold floor, his burning face pressed against the unclean ground stained with blood and dirt, his gaze unfocused, staring blankly into the distance.
"Ahhh—"
He let out a weak cry from his throat, as if it meant nothing.
Finally, a hand lifted his chin.
A pair of deep, light gray eyes met the magician's unfocused pupils.
“Look me in the eyes.”
At this moment, the magician's willpower had reached its limit. He was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper, which could be easily punctured with the slightest touch.
The magician subconsciously looked at the person, and then his dilated pupils gradually darkened. He was numb, like a puppet on a string in the puppeteer's hands. His throat no longer made any sound, and he just quietly and obediently looked at the person in front of him.
Li Mochuan looked down at the person in front of him with disdain and questioned him condescendingly.
"Who are you? What is your purpose in infiltrating Basil Manor?"
The magician was writhing on the ground, seemingly in pain, yet also experiencing a strange, exhilarating pleasure, like a lowly worm crawling on the ground, muttering words that others might or might not understand.
The entire secret chamber was completely silent. No one spoke; they just watched the magician laugh and cry, his expression shifting from sadness to ferocity, and from fear and cowardice to utter despair.
The scene felt like a one-man show performed by the magician.
"Mom, why don't you want me? What did I do wrong? That man hit you, that man hit you, what does it have to do with me?! Why did you abandon me? I'll make you regret it, I'll stand in a position you can never reach in your entire life!"
"You slut! You who abandoned your husband and children, I hate you!"
"Dad, please don't hit me! Please don't hit me! I can work, I don't eat much, and I will never leave you like Mom did! Please, don't hit me!"
"Let's sell my sister to get some food, Dad. I'm so hungry, Dad!"
"How can that bitch be living so well? What gives her the right to laugh so happily? All she did was give that man a daughter, while he's childless and still so happy! Brainless idiot..."
"I want to see her cry, to see her regret for the rest of her life for abandoning me. I want her to kneel at my feet, weeping and begging for forgiveness and repentance!"
"Hahahaha... They're all dead, all those annoying people are dead..."
"...My name is Magician, a pervert who killed my parents and got my sister pregnant...Do you like me?"
"That woman is so beautiful, she looks like my mother, that's why I hate her..."
"That's a lot of money, 200 bitcoins..."
"A life is really valuable..."
"Then...why did my sister only sell..."
"..."
The magician kept muttering to himself, like a madman, sometimes shouting and sometimes sobbing softly.
From his intermittent mutterings, Li Mochuan had pieced together most of the story, and he had no desire to listen any further.
Li Mochuan turned and left.
The soundproof door behind me was closed again, shutting out all the light.
Li Mochuan stood in the darkness, walking step by step upstairs.
When he reached the last step, he was bathed in light. Sunlight streamed in through the massive seven-meter-high floor-to-ceiling windows, warming Li Mochuan and slowly melting his cold body.
Not far away, a wheelchair was parked by the window. The person in the wheelchair was enveloped in a faint golden light. His long black hair was draped down, making his porcelain-white skin seem to glow.
Li Mochuan walked up, and the man turned around when he heard the noise. He looked at Li Mochuan calmly and indifferently, like an immortal.
"You're out?"
Li Mochuan knew that Pei Fengzhi was waiting for him here on purpose.
He raised an eyebrow, looked the other person up and down, and the sarcastic words almost slipped out.
"How come you're in a wheelchair after only a few hours?"
Pei Fengzhi didn't care about Li Mochuan's mockery at all. He sighed helplessly and said weakly.
“A petty thief broke into the manor yesterday. He went into my room and knocked me unconscious. I’ve been lying here since dawn, cough cough cough, so I caught a cold.”
Li Mochuan looked at Pei Fengzhi, who was coughing weakly, as if he was about to cough up his lungs. He rolled his eyes at Pei Fengzhi speechlessly and said in an annoyed tone.
"Pei Fengzhi, put your hand on your heart and tell me, how could such a petty thief knock you unconscious?"
Pei Fengzhi stopped coughing and spoke calmly and sincerely to Li Mochuan.
"I am just a patient now."
Li Mochuan thought to himself: I don't believe you for a second!
No one in the world knows Pei Fengzhi better than him. He was the number one war god from the Northern Military Region back then, and his combat power alone was comparable to an entire army.
This person is the only one he can stand. How could he have become a weakling just because he was in a vegetative state in bed for a few years?
This person is probably faking it!
Li Mochuan was too lazy to argue with him about whether this person was genuinely incompetent or just pretending, so he simply changed the subject.
"Since you have a cold, why didn't you go to sleep this early in the morning and instead came here to find me?"
Pei Fengzhi's lips curled up slightly.
"They've come to you to ask for medical expenses."
Li Mochuan was suddenly speechless by the few words Pei Fengzhi uttered.
After a long while, he kicked Pei Fengzhi's wheelchair in a fit of anger.
"So you were waiting for me here?"
The wheelchair shook violently, making a cracking, painful groan, and Pei Fengzhi coughed again.
Li Mochuan remained silent.
"you……"
After a long while, he finally raised his hands in surrender amidst Pei Fengzhi's incessant coughing.
"Alright, alright, it's my fault!"
Pei Fengzhi coughed for a while longer before finally stopping as if he had had enough. He then looked up and asked Li Mochuan.
"I heard you caught that little thief who knocked me out yesterday?"
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