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Many patients have also developed strange mental or physical illnesses...

It wasn't until two years ago that it was finally revealed that the cause was toxic waste from someone's (Ami's) exhaust.

Oh, right, the Mengshan Poison Group was involved in this.

However, there's nothing you can do about it; you just have to swallow your pride and bear it.

It is precisely this kind of behavior that allows a sense of hatred and hostility to spread and accumulate.

Finally, an old fisherman who hadn't caught a fish for eighty-four days, yet still refused to give up, caught a strange fish in the deep sea. But the fish quickly rotted away, leaving behind only a strange book with a cover resembling fish scales inside its belly…

Then the interdimensional portal in the deep sea appeared, which indirectly led to Professor Sykes's death.

Zhao Hao had no time to bother with Amei's troubles. After all, too many problems are better than too many debts. Even Zhao Hao had become numb to it all.

There are too many to count.

Even if all the bamboo in the Southern Mountains were used to record the crimes, they would be endless; even if the waves of the Eastern Sea were used to wash away the evil, it would be impossible to exterminate it.

The most urgent task is to quickly close this portal to another world, the destination of which is unknown.

By analyzing the mental barrier left behind by Professor Sykes, Zhao Hao finally figured out how he died.

It turns out that his death was not only due to this interdimensional gate, but also because his mind came into contact with the dream of a silver-level being, which caused one of his split personalities to go insane. In the end, due to internal strife, his mental space collapsed endogenously, and he could only unleash a mental barrier to seal the entire interdimensional gate.

Although he has temporarily separated this interdimensional gate from the surface world, the environment inside the barrier is still deteriorating.

After Zhao Hao's clone killed those mutated fishmen, it continued to suffer from the damage caused by the corrupted environment.

It feels like countless tiny insects are constantly trying to burrow into your body and alter every single cell, causing immense depletion.

There are also frequent strange whispers in my ear, which I can't make out.

And the shadow clone finally saw the gate to another world...

Beyond the gate lies a sunken ancient city, within which a colossal entity slumbers.

The mere dissipation of His dreams could spawn countless monsters. Many of them were bronze-level!

The shadow clone killed a few monsters to test the difficulty, and then it dissipated on its own.

Zhao Hao began setting up a large barrier to seal the spatial portal after the mental barrier was broken.

It had a human-like outline, but a head with numerous tentacles like an octopus, a body that looked like a gelatinous substance covered in scales, giant claws, and a pair of long, narrow wings on its back...

"Such a being cannot exist in this world. Let's close the door quickly, lest we wake Him."

Fortunately, the timing of her appearance was opportune, and Professor Sykes used a mental barrier to prevent any external impact. Otherwise, given her abilities, she might have contaminated the psionic sea.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hao's Enderman clones raided several warehouses in Los Santos and captured more than a dozen members of the Skull and Bones Society.

……

Enderman clones possess Sharingan, illusions, and powerful psychic abilities.

Therefore, he doesn't need to lift a finger to extract information. Even details that the Enderman might not care about will be discovered and pieced together by the Enderman.

This is why the Skull and Bones organization's three secret warehouses in Los Santos were exposed.

As long as there are people involved, there are no secrets for the Endermen.

Many of those arrested in this operation were frontline leaders, which allowed the Endermen to piece together even more of the puzzle.

The Skull and Bones Society is clearly stockpiling special extraordinary materials, all of which have special uses.

By searching the memories of several leaders who were completely unaware of each other, the Endermen pieced together some information.

Skull and Bones is probably going to produce a large number of extraordinary tattoos!

This isn't anything special; after all, many gangsters like to ask these kinds of questions.

Some ancient paths to the extraordinary possess similar related abilities.

Even in Japan, tattooing is a relatively mainstream form of supernatural ability.

However, the Skull and Bones Society prepared far too many materials.

The amount of tattoos confiscated by the Endermen alone is enough for hundreds of thousands of people to get tattoos, since the consumption of these items is not high.

They must have other warehouses in other cities!

How many people must have gotten tattoos?

"Looks like I need to follow this line upwards!" Before the Enderman finished speaking, he had already vanished.

Soon, one of the Skull and Bones' secret strongholds was attacked. The barrier and the psionic puppet defenses were almost useless; all sixteen members disappeared within minutes.

This method of the attacker disappearing without a trace is the work of the Endermen.

The Endermen also gained more information from this wave of new members, especially a term—the Branding Project.

"This is to brand someone! What kind of brand? And what's the purpose? It seems I need to capture someone with even greater status."

However, the identities of Skull and Bones members are kept extremely secret, and each member possesses anti-divination abilities. The Endermen can only capture them layer by layer.

Just as Zhao Hao sealed the gate to the other world and began to close the spatial rift.

The Enderman received a message: a member of Skull and Bones had been exposed.

But this is a bit suspicious!

"Interesting. Since you've set a trap, it would be impolite of me not to step on it." The Enderman clone, knowing it might be a trap, still decided to walk in.

Because if you break through the trap, you can easily obtain the information you want.

Chapter 523 Forced Branding and the Lord of the Flies

A high-end private club in Detroit.

In the current situation, land in the city is incredibly valuable.

This upscale private club is located in a multi-story building on Manhattan Island in the heart of the city.

To access the private club on the top floor, you can't use the regular elevators and stairs; you need to take a special elevator. And naturally, it's not just anyone who can use it.

The Enderman was dressed in a smart tailcoat, leaning on a cane and wearing a wide-brimmed British-style hat.

He strolled leisurely toward the hidden, luxurious elevator.

A waiter dressed in black and white bowed slightly and said, "May I see your membership card?" Two bald, burly men, each over six feet tall, glared at him menacingly, their armpits bulging with guns.

"Oh, of course." The Enderman reached into his pocket, rummaged around, and handed the waiter a wisp of air.

To the waiter and the two bodyguards, it was just a black membership card.

Even though the Endermen don't know what a membership card looks like, it doesn't matter. Just tell them it's a membership card, and they'll imagine what it looks like.

The waiter examined it carefully, then returned it with a smile, saying, "Have a good time, please come this way." He then gestured for the Enderman clone to enter the elevator.

Yes, this is a trap.

Moreover, to ensure the recreation is as lifelike as possible, regular members still play here.

They weren't informed of any traps. Or rather, they themselves were part of the trap's design.

It was incredibly expensive, ten times more expensive than that Haitian Banquet. There were all sorts of strange races and combinations; I can't describe them in detail, it was basically a mosaic.

Aren't you afraid of attracting Sally's attention by indulging in such behavior?

What exactly is the Skull and Bones Society doing?

The Enderman had originally intended to observe and learn more, but it didn't expect the other party to be so impatient. As soon as the Enderman appeared in the trap, it immediately began to act.

Sensing the psionic energy surging from all directions, the Enderman sighed, regretting missing a great opportunity to broaden his horizons.

"Can't you guys have a little patience? Why are you in such a hurry to do something big? How can this possibly succeed? Are you so sure this is my real body?"

As the Enderman spoke, the dogs and men around him screamed and began to melt, as if they had melted into a pool of colorful, writhing, and struggling flesh!

It really is one of the ingredients.

A supersonic spike pierced half of the Enderman's head as easily as passing through a window screen. It even blasted down the wall behind it.

However, the Enderman didn't care at all. Not only was there not a drop of blood on its shattered head, but it also swayed like a tattered flag in the wind.