Chapter 308: Seeing Zhu Hong Again

Ling Chen’s brows furrowed slightly as he asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

Mr. Yun smiled profoundly and stood up, saying, "You’ll know soon enough. Come with me."

Ling Chen followed closely, without resisting. By this point, he knew resistance was futile. With those seven bizarre individuals guarding outside, he had no chance of escape.

Since he was here, he might as well adapt. He was curious to see what Mr. Yun intended to do with him.

Leaving the villa, the one-armed man and the patterned woman once again approached under Elder Qiu’s leadership, pushing Ling Chen into the car, one on either side of him. Two Mercedes-Benzes, along with three Chevrolet SUVs, maintained a speed of seventy miles, driving along the road.

After about an hour, the five vehicles took a large loop around the ring road of East Sea City, without arriving at a destination. Ling Chen knew that the other party was ruling out the possibility of being tracked. After circling a few more intersections, the five cars finally entered a chemical plant.

The cars stopped, and immediately over ten men in suits came out from the security booth, holding various precision instruments, checking the vehicles for any tracking devices, listening devices, or dangerous items. Ling Chen observed carefully and nodded to himself. Very professional, and very principled. Mr. Yun was an important figure in the God Organization, holding high authority. Yet, even so, strict inspections were still necessary, with no exceptions.

After spending a few minutes to ensure safety, the security allowed them to proceed.

The five vehicles entered an underground parking garage, moving downward. When they reached the lowest level, two parked trucks inside slowly started moving, heading in opposite directions, revealing a smooth wall. Then, with a series of clicking sounds, the whole wall rose slowly, revealing a brightly lit passage immediately before everyone’s eyes.

Ling Chen was secretly astonished. Previously, Tang Yuan, along with members of the Ghost Organization through Zhang Xueli’s confession, had almost destroyed all the secret bases in East Sea City. He hadn’t expected there to be another secret base hidden here. This made him admire the powerful force of the God Organization; their vitality was as tenacious as wild grass.

As the five cars arrived at their destination, the security personnel waiting outside immediately swarmed the vehicles. After getting out of the car, Ling Chen saw a researcher in a white lab coat holding a specially-made syringe, injecting each person, himself included. After wiping the fresh blood that remained on his arm from the injection, Mr. Yun’s voice echoed in Ling Chen’s ear, "Gentlemen, it’s best to behave yourselves here and not wander around. You all have been injected with nano tracking devices that can precisely pinpoint your locations. If we find any signal anomalies, I’m sorry, you will have to stay here forever."

As he was speaking, several white-coated figures quickly approached from the elevator entrance, holding metal cases.

"Mr. Yun," they greeted respectfully in unison.

"The person you want is him," Mr. Yun pointed at Ling Chen, and the gaze of several in white coats immediately locked onto Ling Chen, their eyes burning with intensity.

Seeing how they pounced like hungry wolves, surrounding him, Ling Chen felt a bit uneasy. Their eyes seemed like those of frustrated wives suddenly spotting muscular prey, instantly excited.

As they kept touching and feeling, pinching his pectoral muscles, rubbing his thighs, Ling Chen suddenly cried out, "Hey! What are you doing?" As he spoke, he flung his arms, trying to push away those in white coats. But at that moment, he felt a tickle at the back of his neck, as if a mosquito had bitten him. Then, his head began to feel heavy, his consciousness blurred, his body softened, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Take him down," Mr. Yun said, then looked at the one-armed man and others, adding, "Elder Qiu, you come with me."

He didn’t know how long it had been, but Ling Chen hazily awakened, feeling an unbearable throbbing in his head and a sour ache throughout his muscles. He instinctively wanted to raise his hand to touch his forehead, only to discover that both his hands couldn’t move at all.

Opening his eyes, he looked at his body and his face slightly changed. At this moment, he was bound to a vertical iron bed, his limbs tied down by specially made metal constraints. Beside him, several individuals in white lab coats and masks were holding tablet computers, whispering to each other, discussing something unknown.

Then, one of the white coats approached him, holding a thick syringe, and directly jabbed it into his arm, slowly drawing blood. Fresh blood immediately started flowing into the syringe through the needle.

"Damn it, what are you doing, stop!" Ling Chen glared fiercely and shouted. Shit, with the capacity of this syringe, at least a tenth of his blood must have been taken.

But the white coat completely ignored his anger, busily focusing on the task at hand. Once the blood was drawn full, Ling Chen’s body immediately reacted with a strong sense of weakness. After removing the needle, the white coat hung a saline drip for him, then took the fresh blood away for testing.

Before long, those white coats seemed to treat him as an automatic blood donor machine, drawing blood every hour or two.

Unconsciously, Ling Chen had lost track of time, feeling groggy and incoherent, pale-faced, unable to muster any strength. If he were set free now, he estimated he wouldn’t have the strength to escape.

"Ling Chen, Ling Chen... wake up!"

In his daze, Ling Chen thought he heard a familiar voice calling him. Struggling to open his eyes, he looked up ahead, his dilating pupils gradually focusing, and a handsome face suddenly appeared before him.

"It’s you... Zhu Hong..." Ling Chen weakly said.

"Long time no see." Zhu Hong smirked coldly. "Never thought you’d end up like this. I’ve always told you, opposing me won’t end well, but you just wouldn’t believe me and had to show off."

Ling Chen summoned his energy, Zhu Hong’s chilling smile growing clearer in his eyes. With a slight upward curve of his lips and in a mocking tone, he said, "What’s there to be proud of? I didn’t lose to you, and I’m not sure who it was that ran away like a bereaved dog."

Hearing this, Zhu Hong’s expression shifted, his face turning pale as he stared at Ling Chen with a cold voice, "Still stubborn under these circumstances, huh? Let’s see how long you can hold out."

As he finished speaking, he swung a heavy punch, landing it firmly on Ling Chen’s body.

Puh!

Ling Chen spit out all the saliva he had been holding back, spraying Zhu Hong’s face. He squeezed out a smile, tauntingly said, "You hit with such little force, are you even a man? If the God Organization falls apart, with your looks you could get a sex change and become a woman, then go to a place like Thailand; you might even make more than you do now."

"Shut up!" Zhu Hong, who was wiping the saliva from his face, shouted angrily with another fist raised.