Although understated and unostentatious, the presence of the luxurious logo made it clear that the car bore a "luxury" label.
"What’s wrong?" Jiang Shu asked, looking towards the unusually behaving Lang Tai.
Lang Tai was never one to act without a reason, so this behavior hinted that he had discovered sothing.
However, Lang Tai did not provide a definite answer but simply shook his head and continued towards the elevator.
The two people behind him, whether Jiang Shu or the Fox, noticed sothing.
As Lang Tai passed by a certain underground warehouse, he casually picked up a steel pipe and stuffed it into his sleeve.
What’s this for?
The two behind him simultaneously harbored suspicions and beca more vigilant.
"Ding-dong—"
Soon, the group stood at the door, where Lang Tai rang the doorbell.
Fang Yue was the one to open the door.
"You’re here." He looked at the three individuals in front of him and then retrieved disposable shoe covers from the entrance.
"Yes," Jiang Shu nodded. He put on the shoe covers and slowly walked into the room where a young man clad in a white lab coat sat in the living room.
Not wearing a mask.
The people who could appear here today were all considered trustworthy among one another. From yesterday, the Deception Group had shifted from being strangers to their mbers to a more closely connected state.
In other words, today’s eting was sowhat of an icebreaker.
And this refined man sitting near the table was Ancient Snake.
His real identity was a surgeon nad Wu Ci, owner of a private clinic and also a specially appointed doctor at various major hospitals in Seventh District.
The dical system in Lonely City differed from what Jiang Shu had in mind, with most dical services provided by various private clinics; hospitals nearly only offered ergency and inpatient services, which were more supplentary and incredibly expensive.
This full privatization of dical services ant a lot of complications were involved.
He stood up, nodding at Jiang Shu. But before he could greet him, his vision was drawn to the man standing behind Jiang Shu.
"Lang Tai?!" Wu Ci gritted his teeth in an instant, a look of anger crossing his face.
The image of a mature and scholarly doctor shattered in a mont as he suddenly lunged towards Lang Tai, flinging his hands, and two surgical knives appeared in his palms.
Lang Tai hesitated in no way as he t him head-on, using the steel pipe hidden in his sleeve to block two thrusts.
"Ding-ding—" The clash of tal rang out crisply.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the pipe slipped from his sleeve into his hand.
With a couple of swift moves.
The surgical knives clanged as they fell to the floor.
When Jiang Shu, the Fox, and Fang Yue turned their gazes again, Wu Ci was already pinned against the wall by Lang Tai in a grappling pose, his face tightly pressed against it.
Despite everything happening in the blink of an eye, the noise had been significant, causing the Fish Mother, who had been hiding in the bedroom, to stealthily open the door, her large-eyed tentacles peeking out of the crack to observe the situation outside.
"Let go! I’m not dealing with you anymore!" Wu Ci exclaid angrily, knowing he couldn’t handle Lang Tai alone.
Deal with?
The three onlookers simultaneously beca puzzled.
Who exactly was dealing with whom?
"Let him go," said Jiang Shu. He was unclear about the specifics, but given the circumstances, it appeared that Wu Ci and Lang Tai knew each other for a long ti.
Lang Tai released his hold and stepped back behind Jiang Shu, his expression still neutral, yet Jiang Shu saw in it a aning that was different from before—that kind of...
Submissiveness—
Wu Ci sat down with a resigned expression, his face filled with vexation as he glanced at Lang Tai, seemingly helpless. He reluctantly lit a cigarette and began talking about the past.
He had known Lang Tai for a long ti.
And he had wanted to deal with this fellow for just as long.
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