Chapter 515: Chapter 257 Bedlam Asylum Journal (Part 8)_3 Chapter 515: Chapter 257 Bedlam Asylum Journal (Part 8)_3 No one?
As he was thinking this, Fan Quan walked into the ward and directly deactivated the invisibility of the “Night Travel Belt” right in front of him.
Seeing Fan Quan suddenly appear, Amiya Ying was taken aback at first, then his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he asked with an icy face.
“Who are you?”
“The one who’s here to save you,” Fan Quan replied. “Amiya Ying, and also the leader of the Revolutionary Late Bell, ‘TK’. Your whereabouts have already been exposed to the Managent Bureau. If you don’t leave with , no one can save you.”
He paused: “Your two contacts—Caregiver ‘Jack’ and Supervisor ‘Akanafe’ are both dead. I must emphasize once more: no one but in this entire asylum can save you now. If you try to resist here, or doubt , then you will imdiately die at the hands of the Managent Bureau’s executioners.”
Upon hearing this, Amiya Ying froze on the spot, his face twitching slightly.
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Seeing his reaction, Fan Quan stopped in his tracks, and continued persuasively: “You are a smart man, so you should be clear about your situation: even if this is a trap, you must step into it. I hope you can make the right choice, I can only save you under the premise that you won’t cause trouble afterwards.”
After hearing the nas ‘Jack’ and ‘Akanafe’ from Fan Quan, Amiya Ying’s Adam’s apple visibly moved, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
His eyes flickered, quickly grasping his situation.
Indeed, as Fan Quan had said: since the identities of his contacts had been exposed, regardless of whether his contacts were dead as Fan Quan claid, and regardless of whether Fan Quan was here to rescue him or was an undercover agent from the Managent Bureau—he had no choice. Only by trusting Fan Quan did he stand a slender chance of survival.
If he died, the Revolutionary Late Bell, the Anti-Superhuman Organization, would be leaderless and would eventually fall apart. It would only be a matter of ti before the Managent Bureau discovered and thoroughly rooted them out, from top to bottom.
Therefore, even if Fan Quan was an undercover, intending to deceive him to gain intelligence on the Revolutionary Late Bell, he had to be willing to enter the snare.
Because he had no other choice.
After organizing his thoughts, Amiya Ying took a deep breath, raised his head, and asked, “So what do you plan to do?”
Fan Quan didn’t reply, just silently raised his right hand.
The next mont, the last paper figure in the white cuff of the hospital gown suddenly shouted: “Sacred Space.”
Imdiately, a golden light portal made of religious texts appeared beside him and Amiya Ying.
Amiya Ying looked at the portal, taken aback for a mont, surprise flashing in his eyes.
“If you don’t want to die, co inside.”
Having said that, Fan Quan had already stepped into the portal before him. Amiya Ying stood up from the wall, not hesitating for a second, and quickly followed into the portal.
Imdiately, the portal vanished from the spot.
The “Holy Space Portal” that Fan Quan had opened was connected to the underground parking lot beneath the Ward B, and he had accurately obtained the location of the truck opened by Good Orange Skin from Cai Bing, setting the other door, the teleport destination, inside the cargo container of the truck.
So, when Amiya Ying and Fan Quan stepped through the portal and opened their eyes again, they found themselves inside an empty, vast cargo container.
At this mont, the container’s door was ajar.
Dressed in caregiver’s attire and wearing a sanitary mask, Good Orange Skin stood outside the door, his hands resting on the handle.
Just as he was about to close the container door, he saw two figures appear within it. Through a crack, after spotting Fan Quan and Amiya Ying inside the container, Good Orange Skin, although sowhat surprised, remained remarkably calm.
He let out a slight sigh of relief and pushed forward with his hands, intending to fully close the container door.
The container door was about to close, but at that mont, a spider silk suddenly shot out, sticking to the handle.
Imdiately, a figure tethered by the spider silk whizzed past Good Orange Skin with lightning speed and darted into the container like a phantom.
The figure who entered the container was none other than the other doppelganger that Ke Mingye had released on the way to et the Black Judge.
At this mont, this doppelganger was naked and still in its original form: its body was emitting a gray halo, but its face had changed to Ke Mingye’s usual disguise.
Good Orange Skin was slightly stunned, but in the instant he saw the spider silk, he already understood what had happened. So he lowered the brim of his hat, disregarded it, and stepped towards the front of the truck, opened the door, and sat in the driver’s seat.
At the sa ti, he sent a ssage in the discussion group.
[Good Orange Skin: Spider Man? Weren’t you going to intercept Black Judge, what are you doing in the underground parking lot.]
[Failed Man: I can create two doppelgangers. Stop f*cking asking, my brother that mad dog is definitely going to co after us, get the hell moving, we need to go as far as possible while we can.]
[Good Orange Skin: Okay, but I have to follow behind the other caregivers’ trucks, I can’t speed up yet.]
[Failed Man: No problem, my doppelganger can still stall for so ti.]
Thanks to the Dice Monster currently delaying the Black Judge, the Black Judge had not yet realized that Amiya Ying had vanished from his ward.
Therefore, the truck followed in line, leaving the underground parking lot without incident, and then slowly drove out of Bedlam Asylum from the exit.
Not long after the truck had entered the woods, Amiya Ying suddenly broke the silence that hung over the container.
He asked: “Do you guys have a cell phone?”
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