Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 610 Every Madman is Unique
Li Hanyu suddenly snapped out of her extreme tension and came to her senses.

Oops!

It seems Zuo Bai didn't come voluntarily; was he coerced? Aren't those people in the villa next door Zuo Bai's friends?
A chill instantly ran from the soles of my feet throughout my entire body.

Li Hanyu picked up her phone again with trembling hands, found Lou Duan's number, dialed it, and pressed the speakerphone button.

The bedroom is very soundproof; even the sound of a power drill can't get out, let alone making a phone call.

beep...beep...

The call was answered quickly.

Li Hanyu wisely refrained from questioning Lou Duan, and instead spoke very politely:
"Lou Duan, Professor Zuo Bai is here. My son is about to wake up. We have to thank you for your help. Don't worry, my son and I will remember this kindness."

Li Hanyu's eyes were filled with tears, her emotions were genuine and heartfelt:

"By the way, how did you find Professor Zuo Bai?"

Li Hanyu felt a chill run down her spine when she saw Zuo Bai staring intently at the phone in her hand.

Lou Duan sneered on the phone:

"It's good that you know how to be grateful. Anyway, I've done everything I promised you. As for how I did it, that's my secret."

Lou Duan on the other end of the phone kept his mouth shut.

It's a joke; the [Libra] website is now his most secretive "trump card," and he won't tell anyone about it.

Li Hanyu looked longingly at Zuo Bai, whose face was extremely gloomy.

Li Hanyu's heart was in her throat when she suddenly remembered something—a photo that Feng Mu had shown him before.

The photo shows a screenshot of a chat log between Lou Duan and someone with the ID "[Clown]".

"Could it be [The Joker]?" Li Hanyu had a vague idea in her mind, but she didn't say anything more.

Zuo Bai was filled with hatred; Lou Duan's name had already made it to the top of his mental notebook.

But he smiled at Li Hanyu and said:

"Since he doesn't want to talk about it, then forget it. But it's not easy for my friends to come all this way. Please ask your friend to give my friend a five-star review."

Even at this point, Zuo Bai still firmly remembered the master of ceremonies' instructions.

He really... I'm crying my eyes out!!!
The surgery was completed shortly after I hung up the phone.

It was 1 minute and 14 seconds faster than Zuo Bai had estimated.

It wasn't that he deliberately sped up, but rather that Qian Huan's body reacted too well.

He doesn't look like a dying person at all; his actual physical condition is much better than the monitored physiological indicators suggest.

Zuo Bai was slightly surprised, but didn't think much of it, attributing it only to Qian Huan's tenacious will to survive.

Zuo Bai expressionlessly extended his hand: "Plate."

Li Hanyu hurriedly handed over the medical tablet.

Zuo Bai took the tablet and brought up the interface for operating the implanted chip.

Complex neural signal maps, biocurrent simulation waveforms, chip state parameters... flow across the screen like a waterfall.

He began the final "debugging" and "activation".

Zuo Bai's fingers tapped rapidly on the tablet as he wrote a subroutine disguised as a system log in front of Li Hanyu.

This code is buried deep in a redundant area of ​​the chip's core. Normally, it is like a sleeping venomous snake, completely silent.

However, it has a built-in countdown timer connected to an extremely small node inside the chip, which is enough to trigger a local bioelectric overload.

Once the countdown reaches zero, the chip will "self-destruct," heating up the tofu pudding.

Sorry, but Zuo Bai is just that petty.

If he dares not retaliate against [fate], then he dares not retaliate against others either.

Li Hanyu naturally had no idea that Zuo Bai was blaming her and her son for his misfortune.

This statement is biased. Zuo Bai not only blamed the mother and son, but also Lou Duan, Zhao Jingyi, Wu Shou, Feng Yuhuai...

Anyway, every single one of them bears some degree of responsibility.

Feng Yuhuai: "..." Why is this my fault too?!

"All right."

After completing all the operations, Zuo Bai casually tossed the tablet back to Li Hanyu and said quietly:

"Chip implantation complete, activation successful, your son is about to wake up."

Li Hanyu pressed her hands firmly against the cold glass, her eyes wide open, staring unblinkingly at Qian Huan's face.

One second...two seconds...

suddenly!

Qian Huan's tightly closed eyelids trembled very slightly.

Li Hanyu's breath caught in her throat, and she covered her mouth tightly.

Finally, Qian Huan's eyelids slowly opened a crack.

Still dazed and weak from just waking up, I stared blankly at my mother's tear-streaked face, her expression one of almost distorted ecstasy, through the glass.

Li Hanyu said in a tearful voice, "Son...you're finally...finally awake!"

Qian Huan opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice hoarse, and said, "Mom, I had a very long dream. In the dream, I was practicing martial arts with Feng Mu!"

Li Hanyu was stunned. She knew her son trusted Feng Mu, but she didn't expect her son to trust Feng Mu so much that he even dreamed of him while he was unconscious.

Li Hanyu was even a little jealous of Feng Mu.

Zuo Bai stood indifferently to the side, his hands in his pockets, a sense of curiosity swirling within him:

"Who is Feng Mu anyway? Oh well, it's none of my business..."

Qian Huan tried to move her eyes, only to realize that she had no sense of touch and could not move at all.

Qian Huan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face was instantly filled with panic:

"Mom, what's wrong with me? Why can't I move?"

Li Hanyu's tears slid silently down her cheeks. She suppressed a sob and softly comforted her:
"My son, think back carefully. You were almost blown up, but Mom has already avenged you. Don't panic. Now that you've woken up, Mom promises that she will definitely make you move again."

As Li Hanyu made her promise, she looked at Zuo Bai with hopeful eyes.

Zuo Bai said indifferently:
"Your son isn't a cyborg. It's already good enough that a chip can wake him up. If he wants to regain his mobility, it will depend on his subsequent treatment or whether he needs full-body implant modifications."

After thinking for a moment, Zuo Bai stared coldly at Li Hanyu and sneered:

"For any further implantation or modification, go find someone else, don't come to me again."

The words have not yet fallen.

Zuo Bai had already turned and stepped into the dark passage without looking back.

He had considered escaping; in fact, he had mentally rehearsed 101 escape plans. However, the final simulation results showed that even the most successful escape plan only had a 3.4% success rate.

Even more fatal is that as long as that taxi driver is still around, even if he manages to escape once, he will be found again very quickly.

By then, he'll even lose the right to pack his own bags. So, the best way to face [fate] is never to run away, but to fight to the end... what a load of rubbish.

Know when to kneel and when to back down, and try every means to improve your public image.

Since we can't beat them, we have to find a way to join them.

Zuo Bai is well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge and knows that there was a very famous disease in ancient times called Stockholm syndrome.

His current situation is very similar to this case, only reversed; he has to do the opposite to save himself.

"I got a five-star review for the emcee, so I should at least have a chance to survive."

Zuo Bai secretly pondered, but he didn't feel very confident.

This tactic might work on ordinary kidnappers, but [Destiny] breeds mostly madmen.

Yes, it's embarrassing to admit, but even after several eras and the advancements in science, scientists still haven't been able to fully understand the thought processes of madmen.

There's no way around it; most normal people are all the same, but every crazy person is unique and different from the rest.

The moment Zuo Bai stepped out of the dark passage, the beast's radiant smile came into view.

"The emcee said you'll come back obediently..."

The beast tilted its head, a childlike confusion appearing on its rugged face.

"I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect you to be so trustworthy. That's right, you've earned my respect."

As he spoke, he scratched the back of his head somewhat shyly, and his fierce face suddenly appeared somewhat endearing.

"In that case, you can do the final packaging yourself."

As the beast spoke, it opened the suitcase and tapped the groove inside with its thick, carrot-like fingers.

Looking down, Zuo Bai saw that the groove was circular, symmetrical, and of suitable depth, with perfect edge curvature, and the inner wall was thoughtfully lined with velvet.

Judging by appearance, it could just fit my head quite full inside, with only my face sticking out.

Is this some kind of order for me to cut off my own head and put it inside?

As a gift box, Zuo Bai must admit that the packaging is exquisite and beautiful, and it is a high-class gift. However, if what is put in it is his own head, then that's another story.

"As expected of a madman's respect, he really doesn't follow any science at all."

Zuo Bai's eye twitched violently. Even though he had imagined a thousand possibilities, he never expected to be treated so kindly.

"Thank you~"

Zuo Bai was so moved he almost cried, and he didn't forget to express his gratitude to the beast.

Then, he looked at the emcee and forced a smile:

"I got you a five-star review."

The emcee glanced at Red Dragonfly with a half-smile. Red Dragonfly lowered her eyes and glanced at her watch, her red lips curving into a bright smile.

The emcee was generous with praise:

"You've done very well, so are you begging us to spare your life?"

Zuo Bai's heart skipped a beat. Of course, that was what he thought, but he dared not say it out loud.

Before he could reply, the emcee continued:

"This is difficult to handle. Why don't you ask the wild beast if it agrees?"

The beast furrowed his thick eyebrows and slapped his suitcase loudly.
"No, no, one must keep one's word, and I've already made the gift boxes, I can't let them go to waste."

A chilling white light flashed in the emcee's eyes. Red Dragonfly, Beast, and Bald Captain tacitly formed an encirclement, trapping Zuo Bai in the center.

Seeing this, Wu Shou stepped forward without hesitation to fill the last gap.

Coincidentally, Wu Shou had the same plan in mind as Zuo Bai.

He also realized that his only way to survive was not to let fate let him go, but to find a way to tie himself to their ship.

Zuo Bai was seething with resentment, his back teeth almost grinding to powder, but his smile became even more understanding.

Thinking back to a week or two ago, everything was going smoothly for him, and he felt that life was a simple, unparalleled journey.

How did things suddenly take such a turn for the worse, with one misfortune after another, and I've fallen all the way to hell difficulty and can't climb out anymore?

From which step did our misfortune begin?
Yes, it all started when they set their sights on Feng Yuhuai.

At this moment, in the same residential area, two or three villas away, Feng Yuhuai was gesturing wildly with a detector:
"..." Am I supposed to take the blame for this too? Let's be reasonable, I'm even more trapped in hell mode than you are."

Zuo Bai's brain was working like crazy. He took a deep breath and said very seriously:
"I think the way you're giving me this gift is wrong. If you want to use me as a gift, you should send me whole. How can you just use my head as a substitute?"

"You're not putting in enough effort!"

"If I were the recipient of this gift, and I knew that you could have given me the complete gift, but instead chose to send it in pieces to save trouble, I would definitely doubt your sincerity."

The emcee's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he saw right through Zuo Bai's sophistry in an instant.

That's ridiculous! He wouldn't fall for that!

Suddenly, the beast grabbed the driver's wrist, his rugged face unusually serious:
"Wait, what he said makes some sense. Let him finish."

Although neither Red Dragonfly nor Bald Captain said anything, they both pricked up their ears, looking like they were listening attentively.

Seeing that the others had listened to him, Zuo Bai realized that he might still be salvageable.

He steadied his erratic breathing and continued to patiently guide him:
"...Most importantly, you're going to freeze my head. Don't you know that frozen meat is far inferior to fresh meat in terms of taste, nutritional value, and appearance?"

The beast nodded repeatedly as he listened. He wasn't as clever as the master of ceremonies, but he was always humble and willing to accept guidance from intelligent people.

The bald male captain licked his fingers. As a seasoned gourmet who loves brain dishes, he knew better than anyone the fatal impact freezing had on the texture of ingredients.

Zuo Bai's words certainly hit the nail on the head for professional diners.

"Captain, how about...?"

The beast slammed the briefcase shut, its bell-like eyes fixed on the bald captain.

Zuo Bai held his breath and finally realized that the emcee was undoubtedly the strategist in the group, but the person he should really be pleasing was the beast.

Yes, the goodwill of a smart person is worthless, while the goodwill of a fool can be a lifesaver in crucial moments!
The bald male captain still respected the emcee, and he looked at the emcee.

The emcee rolled his eyes helplessly; he didn't care whether it was a head or a whole body that was offered up.

Gifts are just a formality, a "stepping stone" to build rapport. What truly seals the deal and brings [Mask] under control is the signboard of [Fate].

He gave a forced smile, his gaze drifting lightly towards Wu Shou:
"You heard that? We originally only planned to use his head. We had the gift box ready and could easily carry it, but now we still have to put it in your trunk."

"But we won't force you. If you're in a hurry to leave, you can go first, and we'll call another car."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wu Shou's forehead, and he shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.

"No trouble, no trouble."

He forced a smile, but inwardly he was seething with resentment:
"I leave, and the car I called arrives right after, it's still me, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zuo Bai's anxiety subsided temporarily.

Without saying a word, he took the lead and walked out of the villa. He skillfully opened the trunk, curled up, and lay down inside.

Not far away, a night watchman dressed entirely in black, waving a detector erratically, witnessed this bizarre scene: "???"

(End of this chapter)