Chapter 123: Test Subject 0001
These were all circumstances that hadn’t existed in her previous life.
In her previous life, the Triad Society had been entrenched on Hong Kong Island. Their leader, though shrouded in mystery, had never shied away from public appearances.
Nor were there so many individuals possessing abilities that were neither quite human nor divine.
According to insiders, he had started working for the gang at a very young age, climbing the ranks step by step through his cunning and intellect.
He hadn’t grown at such an inhuman speed into his current ferocious state.
Xu Si’s gaze was fixed on the paper. The muscles around her lips felt slack, yet seemed on the verge of snapping. Her posture was like that of a figure in a still-life painting.
Realizing something, she struggled to speak, "Then... the antidote... When will you give it to me?"
The other party laughed. "Once you’ve finished your job, you’ll naturally get a bottle. If I gave you everything at once, how could you focus on the task? Don’t make us inject you with some obedience drug. Don’t worry, we don’t want to seriously offend the Triad Society; we just want a few people. The drug is definitely real, and we’ll certainly give it to you. Take it back with you, and be sure to put in a good word for us with Test Subject 0001."
DRIP. DRIP. Water trickled from the drain, mixed with decaying, rust-covered iron fragments. A single sip looked lethal. The drain, with its deliberately left gaps, likely served as an air vent.
Listening to the sound of murky wastewater flowing, Xu Si closed her eyes. She analyzed that the guard might indeed have the antidote. She bit down with her weakening teeth and squeezed all the wetness from her eyes. Swallowing hard, her throat felt raw, as if tearing, and she couldn’t take anything down. There wasn’t a trace of moisture to wet her lips and tongue.
When people are in dire straits, their minds tend to race with wild thoughts. Xu Si believed so.
In that instant, many images surged through her mind. The pristine, noble youth; the proud, aloof Dictator. Their builds were quite different, yet the two extremely conflicting images intertwined relentlessly. Neither looked like they could possibly feed on fresh blood. Such a proud and exceptional person... How could he allow himself to degenerate to such a state? So... he was firmly trapped, confined to the Underground City.
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