socalfunplaces Chapter 90: The blond-haired guy, the victim, and the female protagonist...
Chapter 90: The blond-haired guy, the victim, and the female protagonist...
"Please, let me go. I'll do anything for you. I know you need me to do something, otherwise you wouldn't be telling me all this."
Zhao Zhuikong's face completely lost its assassin's arrogance, and he became a second Zheng Zha.
"I'll do whatever you ask, as long as you let me go."
Wang Lu lifted Zhao Zhuikong by the neck and said calmly, "Compared to a deal, I prefer another method: to shape you into the form I want."
He then waved to the others in the team: "Go and find the new players from the East America team and the Indian team. Chu Xuan will be in charge of command."
"Zhao Yingkong, you stay."
In the library, only three people remained: a victim, a blond-haired man, and the female protagonist.
As Zheng Zha left the library, a sense of curiosity filled him. He whispered to Zhan Lan, "Use your mental energy to scan and see what Wang Lu is doing in there."
Zhan Lan rolled her eyes and said speechlessly, "If you want to see it, go back and see it yourself. Nobody's stopping you."
At this moment, Chu Xuan spoke up, "It seems we need to use mental scanning to locate the other teams. Zhan Lan, can your mental scanning selectively exclude certain areas?"
Zhan Lan shook her head: "That requires extremely precise control, which I can't do yet."
"If there's no other way, then we'll have to use our mental energy to scan for any enemies nearby."
"Alright then." Zhan Lan said reluctantly, but her face showed eagerness.
She immediately activated her mental scan, her expression stiffened, and she shut it down.
"What did you see?" Zheng Zha asked curiously.
"Well……"
(Note: This is an open-ended question; feel free to interpret whatever you see here.)
Zhan Lan shook her head awkwardly: "It's nothing. I've found some new players for the East America team, all of them in Cairo. Besides them, it seems there are also members from the Indiana team."
"Why not use a mental chain? Logically, you should share what you see."
Zhan Lan: "I suffered a severe mental blow and am unable to break the mental chains."
"Really?" Zheng Zha scratched his head, thinking to himself, "How did you get so badly injured when you were perfectly fine?"
"Never mind the details. In short, the enemies are all in a Cairo tavern, seemingly immobilized, and there are at least thirty of them!"
"So many!"
The others were indeed drawn to the number and temporarily forgot about what happened in the library.
Only Chu Xuan remained somewhat rational: "Thirty people? Are you sure these are new recruits from other teams? It might be a trap."
"Whether it's a trap or not, we'll find out once we get there." Overlord took the lead and dashed dozens of meters away in a flash.
Then, the others followed with a roar, rushing towards the place Zhan Lan had indicated.
It was a tavern.
A group of Asians with yellow skin still stand out here, attracting curious glances from the locals.
The shop assistant approached us warmly:
"Oh, sir, what do you need? We have wine, food, and lodging, and if you have horses..."
Chu Xuan tossed out a gold coin: "We're looking for thirty people, they're upstairs."
"Oh! What a generous guest!"
Upon seeing the gold coins, the shop assistant immediately forgot his professional ethics and led everyone to the room left by Zhao Zhuikong. With a click, the door opened, revealing a large group of prisoners bound with ropes.
Because these people were all injured, Zhao Zhuikong had no choice but to knock them unconscious and hand them over to the locals to take care of.
Regardless of whether it was a trap or not, Zheng Zha charged forward recklessly, relying on his immortality, and went straight up to check the watches on their hands.
"Eleven of them are from the Indian team. The remaining 19 are from the East American team, and they look like newcomers."
He touched his nose, somewhat bewildered, and said:
"Where's the promised team battle where everyone's on their deathbed? What I'm seeing is the enemy packing themselves up and waiting for us to kill them?"
Chu Xuan: "The Indian team doesn't seem as strong as Wang Lu said. They were wiped out by Zhao Zhuikong alone before we even arrived."
Mentioning Zhao Zhuikong, Zheng Zha couldn't help but sigh, "That man, Zhao Zhuikong? He's indeed very powerful. When I fought him, I seemed to feel a special force, something like the fourth-tier gene lock that Wang Lu mentioned."
"It's clear that after unlocking the fourth lock, he could easily break your arm. That kind of power, if it were given to the Sunflower Man..."
Afterwards, Chu Xuan counted the number of people to make sure no one had slipped through the net, and then said to Zhan Lan, "Use the mental chain to notify Wang Lu. Things seem to be going more smoothly than expected."
Upon hearing that mental chains would be used, Zhan Lan showed a hint of reluctance: "How about we wait a little longer? Maybe the captain will be done in half an hour."
"...What on earth is he doing? He's so secretive," Zheng Zha asked, displeased.
A hint of unease flashed across Zhan Lan's face as she said, "Uh... it's best not to ask."
Chu Xuan glanced at Zhan Lan, and after a moment's thought, decided to take her opinion into consideration.
"Then wait another half hour. First, move these people to the yard and inject them with the T-virus. Whatever the next plan is, this step is inevitable."
As he spoke, he took out a box of bright green T-virus needles from his storage bag and injected them into the members of the East America and Indiana teams.
"Aww~~"
A slight pain woke up Gan Tian and several other powerful individuals, including Imani.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Chu Xuan, who was wearing a white coat, injecting a dangerous-looking drug into her body.
"Who are you?!"
They tried to move, but found that their muscles and bones were in excruciating pain. Not only were the tendons in their hands and feet twisted, but all the bones in their bodies were dislocated!
"It's that devil! That devil!" They couldn't even remember Zhao Zhuikong's name. They only remembered being pulled out of the shadows by a man with an East Asian face, tortured, and then left here.
Seeing the miserable state of the Indian team members, Zheng Zha was somewhat bewildered and asked in confusion:
"That's strange. Why didn't Zhao Zhuikong kill the Indian team members immediately after capturing them? Why did he put them with the new recruits from his own team?"
"He probably wanted to leave all these people for Zhao Yingkong to kill." Chu Xuan said the truth calmly, having seen through everything without anyone noticing.
"What a pair of star-crossed lovers."
"Who says otherwise?" Zhan Lan nodded with a sense of sympathy. Having seen more of what was happening, she felt even more pity for the two of them than for Zheng Zha.
Everyone waited silently, and more than an hour passed without them realizing it, but Wang Lu still hadn't appeared.
The group looked at Zhan Lan, hoping she would send a QQ message to invite the person over.
Qi Teng spoke up, "Zhan Lan, even if Wang Lu is busy, you should at least ask him what we should do next. Otherwise, are we just going to sit here and waste time?"
Zhan Lan glanced at her watch and thought to herself: It's been almost an hour, is it still not over?
She simply activated her mental scan again, and the result was that she saw the scene from when she left once more.
(P.S.: This is an open-ended discussion. Readers are free to identify with one of the three characters in the library. You can freely combine the blond guy, the female lead, and the victim according to your personal preferences. In short, the result is that Zhao Zhuikong is very spicy and delicious...)
Zhan Lan's expression froze again, her lips trembled, and she said:
"Uh... he probably won't be here anytime soon. Let's focus on the main quest first. Haven't you guys noticed that we seem to have forgotten about Imhotep?"
"That's right! Imhotep, our main quest is about Imhotep!" Zheng Zha slapped his thigh.