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Chapter 149 confirms that Ivan is the most innocent person!

Amidst a chaotic commotion, Dr. Forem and Dr. Banner rushed over.

When Forem saw Willens covered in blood and convulsing, he immediately understood what had happened.

He shouted, "Get out of the way! This disease is extremely dangerous!"

"This is a strange mental illness, and Mr. Sap could attack you at any moment! Let me handle it!"

When the other medical staff heard that it was Dr. Forem speaking, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and their panicked expressions faded considerably.

After Forem took over, everyone's eyes fell on Ivan, who looked grief-stricken.

Banner asked curiously, "What exactly happened?"

The bodyguards' eyes were all fixed on Ivan, their gazes filled with scrutiny and suspicion.

While crying, Evan helplessly spread his hands and said, "Don't blame everything on me! I came here to help."

"Mr. Sap came down from below, said a couple of words to me, and then handed me a hundred dollars."

"Just as he was talking to me, he suddenly seemed to be hit by something, and then he ended up like this."

He glanced around, then looked at the two tall bodyguards and said, "Everyone here can testify! Mr. Sap and I only had about two minutes together. You should have heard nothing but normal conversation; there was no sign of a fight, right?"

"Mr. Sap doesn't seem to have any external injuries, does he?"

"The best proof would be from these two bodyguards!"

"The two of them were standing at the top of the stairs, and they saw everything that happened between Mr. Sap and me."

The two bodyguards who had been watching the whole thing had serious expressions and furrowed brows.

Both of them were superhumans and had been following Willens for several years.

They didn't find anything unusual just now.

This young man did not exhibit any extraordinary characteristics, and it was impossible for him to launch a substantial attack on the young master.

From beginning to end, he simply stood there and recited a few incantations.

What exactly happened?

The two bodyguards exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion and unease in each other's eyes.

Evan stood in the middle of the crowd, with an innocent expression on his face that said, "I'm just as confused."

Beneath that expression lay a progress bar for the foggy brain plague that had already surpassed 49.4%.

And a wallet that looks like it can never be filled!

At the same time, the hospital was in complete chaos.

Lighthouse Hill, Sap Estate.

Old Sap was still sitting in that small conference room with no windows and a low ceiling.

His thin body leaned against the back of the chair, and he looked listless.

His posture was similar to other old men, giving the impression that he would fall asleep sitting up.

Suddenly, Sap opened his eyes.

Those cloudy eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Damn it! What's going on? Why are the roots of the primordial sage coming to me?"

He had absolutely no idea what was going on.

The next second, the entire room began to distort.

In the extraordinary vision, numerous gray-white tree roots seeped out from the walls on all sides.

The tree roots seemed to have their own sense of smell, wriggling from side to side at their tips, like a swarm of insects that had locked onto a target.

All the roots were fixed on Sap.

Sap's face was icy cold. He raised his hand and clenched it tightly.

In an instant, three men in white coats, looking somewhat bewildered, appeared out of nowhere beside him.

The signature ability of a Lord-level Factory Owner: Emergency Overtime.

He can use teleportation to designate relevant employees within his territory, allowing them to instantly come to his side to work.

After the three researchers came to their senses, they immediately noticed the things on the surrounding walls.

The middle-aged man in his early forties who was leading the group looked quite grim after seeing the grayish-white tree roots.

"Isn't this an invisible intelligent species?"

"My master, why have these things suddenly come to you? Have you offended the primordial sage?"

Sap's face turned extremely ugly: "Do you think I'm a fool? Would I go out of my way to provoke a god?"

"Get rid of these things for me immediately; they're constantly draining my money."

He stayed in this room not just because he liked it.

Instead, he spent a lot of time and resources customizing the entire room.

The walls, the ceiling, the overhead lights, the chair beneath him—everything could further help him exert his power.

This was his last stronghold, and also his most core territory.

The older people get, the more afraid they become of death. Sap, who knew he had only ten years left to live but was powerless to do anything about it, had a stronger fear of death than anyone else.

The three nodded immediately, and then their skin and bodies began to twist and change rapidly, their entire bodies quickly transforming into the shape of trees.

A few seconds later, the three people turned into three human-shaped trees.

The three tree-people extended numerous branches, growing in all directions, as if they were engaging in some kind of perception.

Then the three of them knelt on the ground, chanting ancient words continuously.

The gray-white tree roots lurking in all directions seemed to sense something and trembled a few times.

A few seconds later, the middle-aged tree spirit who was leading the group turned his head, his face pale.

"My God! This is impossible!"

Sap asked with a grim expression, "What exactly happened?"

The middle-aged man turned his face, which was now covered with roots and leaves.

"Your esteemed master is Young Master Willens! Young Master Willens has offended the Primal Sage."

His voice trembled as he spoke.

"Now that Master Willens is dead, these messengers of the Wise Ones are outraged by the repeated offenses against the gods, and have thus traced the flow of assets between you two to find you."

Sap stood up instantly.

As he stood up and began to breathe heavily, strange hallucinations began to appear throughout the room.

Steam, gears, various machines, and the silhouettes of workers operating these machines.

The enormous boiler was spewing flames, and the conveyor belt was running silently.

The domain of lord-level factory owners is expanding.

"Bullshit! Why would Willens offend a Primal Sage!? What on earth happened!?"

The gears gradually transformed from illusion into reality, and what was just a low-key and luxurious reception room was now turning into a mechanical factory filled with steam and flames.

The iron floor extends out from underfoot, and even pipes and dials appear on the walls.

The middle-aged tree spirit seemed to have realized Sap's intentions and hurriedly shouted to stop him.

"My master, please don't do this! These are messengers of the great primordial sage! They are the cornerstones of His wisdom!"

"If you attack them at this stage, it will be considered blasphemy!"

"Moreover, these invisible intelligent beings themselves have no memory, no wisdom; they act solely on instinct."

You can't get any information from them.

Sap fell into a deep silence.

A few seconds later, the illusions gradually dissipated, and the room returned to its original state.

The middle-aged tree spirit leading the group continued, "Master, a ritual is needed to completely clear up the misunderstanding, and you may need to endure it for a while."

Sap's eye twitched.

Then he gritted his teeth and nodded.

With Sap's help, the middle-aged tree spirit disappeared instantly, only to return a few minutes later.

He was carrying two iron buckets at that moment.

An indescribable stench emanated from the bucket, so strong it could knock a person unconscious.

Upon seeing the two buckets of things, the three tree spirits instinctively swallowed hard.

The leading tree spirit suppressed its urge to eat, and the three of them, with Sap at the center, smeared the black and yellow substance on the surrounding floor, forming a very complex array of runes.

In an instant, the once understated yet luxurious reception room was filled with an incredibly foul odor of feces.

Sap covered his nose tightly with his palm, his face extremely pale.

You could clearly see his Adam's apple bobbing constantly, as if he might vomit at any moment.

After the symbols were drawn, the three sat down from three different directions and chanted a series of low incantations.

The grayish-white tree roots slowly approached, gradually devouring the dung drawn as symbols on the ground, along with the remaining dung in the bucket.

After everything was over, the tree roots disappeared silently.

While the ceremony was underway, Sap received a phone call.

The call came from the hospital; Dr. Forem was the one who informed them of the incident.

Forem recounted everything that had happened in detail.

"If possible, you'd better come to the hospital to prevent any misunderstandings."

When Sap heard that Willens was indeed dead, his hand holding the microphone trembled slightly.

"Damn it!!"

At the hospital.

Willens's body, covered in blood, remained in the operating room.

There were many people guarding outside the door, and the extraordinary bodyguards on both sides looked bewildered and terrified, not knowing what they were about to face.

In the office diagonally opposite each other, Forem and Evan sat facing each other.

Forem had listened to Ivan's account of what happened for the fifth time.

There were no problems throughout the entire process.

What Evan said was exactly the same as the description given by the other two bodyguards.

"You're fine, and Willens shouldn't have any problems either, so where's the problem?"

Forem's face was full of confusion.

Ivan stroked his chin: "Could it be those two souls? I noticed they also have a lot of pustules on their bodies. Could they be contaminated by something?"

Forem's eyes lit up slightly: "That's a pretty good idea. We can investigate it later."

At this point, Ivan asked somewhat nervously, "What if that Sap comes over and attacks me without warning?"

Forem smiled gently: "Don't worry about that. You are Dr. Armitage's disciple, he wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you directly."

"And these past few times, they were the ones who deliberately started the trouble."

"Don't be fooled by how these capitalists treat the lower classes like dirt; when it comes to who's most willing to maintain the facade of order, they're definitely number one."

"The reason they have been able to grow to such a scale is because they adhere to the current rules of the game."

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Evan nodded thoughtfully.

Forem reassured him calmly, "Don't feel pressured. He won't dare do anything to you."

Just as he was speaking, Forem seemed to sense something, and then he stood up and said.

"Let's go! Our distinguished guest has arrived."

Ten minutes later, in a small conference room.

There were four people sitting there.

At the head of the table sat Forem, with Master-level Night Owl, Vic, and Ivan, who had just arrived, seated to his left.

An old man in a sharp suit was sitting on my right.

Although he was getting old, his eyes were still sharp.

Ivan's eyes sized up the old man quite openly.

This is Sap, the big boss behind all his enemies.

The old man didn't seem threatening at all.

He even looked rather thin when he sat there, like an ordinary person who could be suffocated by a single punch.

The two groups that just arrived have already completed their respective investigations.

The entire investigation process went very smoothly and was very clear.

Judging from the extraordinary traces at the time and the trickery hidden in the magic circle on the ground, anyone with a bit of sense could see that Willens was setting a trap for Evan.

Based on the scene and the descriptions of the two bodyguards, Evan did not notice any problems throughout the entire process.

Although there was some initial wariness, everything went smoothly afterward.

The whole process was so normal that everyone was speechless.

Sap's expression also looked rather grim.

He just personally deployed his domain to conduct a thorough investigation of that area, and even reconstructed some images of past pedestrians.

This includes the scene where Ivan was initially terrified by the two suddenly appearing spirits and scrambled to his feet.

That look of fear and disarray couldn't be faked.

Especially under the watchful eye of someone as astute as Sap, he could clearly see the fear and tension behind those eyes.

Especially the instinctive way his legs tightened, it seemed like this guy had been scared to death in that area.

This is absolutely impossible to fake!

There were no problems in their subsequent conversation.

During the spellcasting, Ivan cooperated fully and showed no signs of sabotage.

Then his son was suddenly attacked.

Although Sap noticed that after Willens's accident, Ivan's hand secretly touched his son's body several times when there were many people around.

At first, he was somewhat suspicious, thinking that this guy was trying to destroy some kind of evidence.

But when this guy touched his son for the fourth time and finally took the black wallet, Sap was so angry he laughed.

Vic sat there without changing his expression.

He participated in the entire investigation just now, and both factions within the capitalists witnessed the investigation process, with both sides stating that they had no objections.

In the end, everyone could only turn their attention to the two souls, preparing to take them back for a thorough investigation.

The matter of Ivan's suspicion was quickly put to rest.

Vic said with displeasure, "If you have something to say, just say it directly. There's no need to drag this out."

Sap knew, of course, that Vic was referring to his side's continued harassment of Ivan.

He remained calm and said in a composed tone, "Since Captain Vic has brought things up, I'll just say it directly too."

He looked at the bored Ivan: "Is the Silver Key with you?"

Having prepared in advance, Ivan had already cleared his mind.

Upon hearing the voice, he stared blankly and looked up.

"What silver key?"

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