Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

After administering the first injection, Brother Jie did not leave.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhang Hao's pale face as if admiring a newly completed work of art.

Zhang Hao lay on the bed, his pillow soaked with tears.

The medication made him unable to even lift his fingers, but he could still feel waves of pain in his buttocks.

After resting for a while, Brother Jie took out a new syringe.

"Don't be afraid, this injection is a nutritional injection, it's good for your body."

He patted Zhang Hao's buttocks, as if he were patting a beast of burden waiting to be slaughtered.

The needle pierced the skin, the medicine was pushed in slowly, the thumb pressed down little by little on the syringe piston, and an off-key whistle was being hummed.

Brother Jie received injection after injection.

Zhang Hao couldn't remember exactly how many injections Brother Jie had given him.

All I remember is being woken up by a new needle every time I was about to pass out.

His skin was covered with needle marks, densely packed like a sieve. Some of the needle marks had oozed blood, which Brother Jie would gently wipe away with alcohol wipes.

At three o'clock in the morning, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.

The leather shoes clicked on the tiled floor, getting closer and closer, before stopping at the ward door.

Zhang Hao suddenly opened his eyes and tried with all his might to shout for help.

He had barely opened his mouth when a large hand covered it.

Someone tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't open.

The man twisted it again, using even more force, making two cracking sounds, but it still wouldn't open.

"Fuck you, someone beat me to it."

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Brother Jie was very unhappy about being interrupted. He frowned, turned his head to look at the door, pulled out the syringe, and quietly walked to the door.

After a long while, he turned back, and Zhang Hao was looking at him with pleading eyes, his lips trembling.

"Please...please...don't..."

Brother Jie put his finger to his lips and shushed him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm all alone tonight."

He picked up the syringe again and flicked it in front of the light.

"You should thank me for keeping those people out. Okay, I almost forgot, this isn't the end of the injection; there are a few more to come."

Tears streamed from Zhang Hao's desperate and helpless eyes.

At four in the morning, a line of gray and white appeared on the horizon outside the window.

Brother Jie finally started packing his things.

He disinfected the syringe with alcohol, carefully wiped it clean, wrapped it with an alcohol swab, and neatly placed it on the tray, as if he were organizing a set of precious collectibles.

He folded the gloves he had taken off into neat squares and placed them next to the tray.

He took out his phone and snapped a few photos of Zhang Hao.

Then she bent down and put her mouth close to Zhang Hao's ear.

"Zhang Hao, I'm your first one, remember that forever. No matter how many people come in the future, the one you'll fear most is me."

He extended his thumb and gently pressed it on Zhang Hao's earlobe, as if stamping it.

Then he opened the door and went out.

He walked to the door, glanced back at Zhang Hao lying on the bed, flipped the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door over and hung it up, as if it were a nameplate belonging to him.

Zhang Hao lay on the bed, tears silently streaming into his pillow.

Jay logged onto the dark web and uploaded six photos.

He claimed the bounty six times and wrote four words in the remarks column.

Excellent value for money.

At five o'clock in the morning, Chen Mo woke up, picked up his phone and logged into the dark web.

He clicked on the photo and almost spat out the tea in his mouth.

"This Brother Jie is quite the troublemaker."

But if we play too hard, will we kill Zhang Hao?

That's too lenient on him.

Chen Mo then opened the task editing page and added a few restrictions.

A single player can claim a maximum of three bounties per day.

Each operation requires uploading the target's vital signs data.

Heart rate, blood pressure, and blood oxygen saturation—none of these can be missed.

Once the target's vital signs fall below the threshold, the mission is automatically paused and all bounties are frozen.

After setting all that up, he muttered something to himself.

"That's good, now a bunch of people are keeping an eye on him, it's hard to even think about it now."

Get up, practice, and grind for skill proficiency.

In the morning, Zhang Hao regained his mobility and rang the call bell to summon a nurse.

He used all his strength to say that he wanted to change wards.

The nurse asked him why, and he said a pervert had broken in.

The nurse checked the surveillance footage and confirmed that a bald man had indeed entered his room in the middle of the night and stayed there for several hours before leaving in the early hours of the morning.

The hospital called the police and moved him to a new ward in the morning. It was on a higher floor, with surveillance cameras at the entrance and security locks on the windows.

"We're safe this time."

The nurse wheeled him into the new ward and drew the curtains for him.

"Press the bell anytime if you need anything."

The door opened again shortly after the doctor left.

A Black doctor walked in, his white coat unbuttoned, revealing a flashy shirt collar underneath.

He was holding a large, thick syringe with a needle tip as thick as a blood-drawing needle. The medicine inside the syringe was pale yellow.

He looked down at the photo on his phone, then at Zhang Hao, and licked his lips as he spoke in English.

"Wow, you're really good-looking, just my type."

Zhang Hao's English was good, and he understood what Lao Hei meant.

He looked into the black doctor's bright eyes.

He recognized that look!

Exactly the same as the previous man's!

He remembered what the man had mentioned about the dark web last night…

Oh no, he's definitely being targeted!

A nameless fear welled up inside me.

Just as Zhang Hao was about to raise his hand to press the call button, the black doctor rushed in front of him, pressed his hand down, and covered his mouth and nose.

"Baby, you know what? I've never taken on such an easy job before. It perfectly matches my interests and I can even make money. This is wonderful!"

"Please, please let me go. I have money. I can give you money, lots and lots of money."

The Black man's eyes lit up.

"How much money can you come up with? Your ass is worth a lot now, five hundred dollars a time."

Zhang Hao stammered as he spoke.

"I... I can give you fifty thousand US dollars, please let me go."

The Black doctor shook his head.

"No, Mr. Zhang, this amount of money is not enough. Your bounty for your backside is a full one million US dollars, and you've only taken three thousand US dollars. There's still plenty left."

"I could easily tie you up, take you to a secluded place, and then collect the bounty slowly."

Zhang Hao trembled all over, unable to bear thinking any further.

"Five...five hundred thousand! Five hundred thousand US dollars, that's all I have right now."

The Black doctor looked at him for a few seconds before nodding.

"Okay, deal."

Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief and took out his phone to transfer the money.

A moment later, the Black doctor looked at the $500,000 increase in his bank account and smiled.

"Baby, you've been fooled. The dark web is all about trust; once you accept a job, you have to finish it."

After saying that, the Black doctor pressed him down onto the bed.

Zhang Hao's eyes widened.

"No, no, no...! You can't do this!"

……

Back in Chen Mo's hometown, after practicing dual cultivation with two women that evening, he lay in bed and took out his phone to check his mission progress.

It has been exactly 24 hours since the task was posted.

The backend system shows that the bounty has been claimed 20 times!

Good guy!

Will Zhang Hao's buttocks be covered in needle marks...?

Chen Mo shook his head, quickly shutting out the disgusting images in his mind.

Cultivate, cultivate, and improve your strength.

P.S.: After reflecting on it last night, I realized that stock trading is really not something the average person can do.

I think what the guy said earlier made a lot of sense. He basically said that if you can remain completely calm even if you see 100,000 yuan lying on the ground, then you're good at stock trading.

This level of skill is simply impossible for ordinary people. I really admire those who can make money by trading stocks for a long time.