Everyone Wants to Pamper the Bigshot Researcher After Her Rebirth! Chapter 452: Brian

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Charlie turned and looked at the people around him. He just shrugged and didn’t speak.

Song Fan quickly understood. Most of the people here were Jason’s n. Charlie hadn’t brought many people to A City, so most of them must have been Jason’s.

She stopped talking and swiftly grabbed a pen and paper from a nearby table, writing down dozens of materials and items needed.

Charlie, not understanding the list, looked frustrated by the chemical symbols and nas, “This much?”

“Do you think my poison is easy to cure? Why do you think Jason didn’t do it himself?” Song Fan smiled, “Each cargo ship should have a departure ti, right? If you want Jason to wake up quickly, get these things ready as soon as possible.”

Before Charlie could respond, a burly man took the paper from his hand.

“Miss Song, I’ll have what you need ready within half an hour,” the man said emotionlessly.

Song Fan recognized him as the man who had followed them in the restaurant. Seeing Charlie not objecting, she realized that even with Jason unconscious, Charlie struggled to assert control.

Charlie gave Song Fan a helpless look, as if to say, “See, I’m forced too.”

But Song Fan could see the discontent in his eyes. It was clear his alliance with Jason wasn’t equal, and Jason had probably deceived him to gain the upper hand.

Without saying more, she returned to the vehicle, checking if it had a GPS system or onboard WiFi. If so, she might be able to contact Lan Yue.

The burly man approached her and whispered, “Miss Song, don’t waste your effort. You have no chance to contact the outside world.”

“Brian, don’t scare her,” Charlie said, “whether your boss wakes up depends entirely on Miss Song.”

Brian sneered at Song Fan. He had dismissed her as a troubleso girl years ago, never expecting her to beco such a problem.

He snorted and then walked away.

As the people in the container left, the door was closed, and Song Fan heard the sound of a heavy lock being secured. It sounded solid, with the impact on the container walls echoing deeply.

Brian worked quickly, bringing the materials in less than 20 minutes, along with new equipnt, bottled water, bread, and a bucket.

“We’ll be at sea for several days. No one will disturb you during this ti.”

His implication was clear: she would be confined to the container, and the bucket was for her needs.

“Several days aren’t just for the antidote,” Brian said, pulling out a thick folder, “These are materials Second Young Master prepared for you. He wants you to familiarize yourself with the drug formulas and conduct optimization experints in the lab.”

Seeing Song Fan remain silent, Brian grew anxious. She was likely planning sothing.

He added, “You have four hours to prepare Jason’s antidote. When I knock on the door, pass the dicine through the gap.”

Possibly fearing Song Fan might sabotage it, he threatened, “Song Fan, I know how capable you are, but you’d better behave. Once we’re in international waters, no one can save you.”

Song Fan sensed their plan. Being in international waters implied criminal activities.

The container door locked again, leaving Song Fan alone inside. She examined the lab before entering it.

She had morized the components of Jason’s antidote. Although this wasn’t a proper lab, the environnt was adequate for her to prepare the antidote.

Jason must have feared leaks, so there were no surveillance caras in the container, which relieved Song Fan.

Her only bargaining chip was the antidote, and she wouldn’t give it up easily.

Brian arrived at the container door exactly four hours later. He knocked, and the sound echoed inside.

Song Fan passed the antidote through the door gap, “The equipnt here isn’t good enough. I could only make a temporary antidote. We’ll need better equipnt onshore to make the real antidote.”

“I told you not to play tricks!” Brian sounded angry and kicked the container several tis.

Song Fan remained unafraid. Before she could make any demands, Brian’s footsteps grew distant. He had no intention of negotiating with her at all.