Chapter 128: 128

128 "Who are you going to pick up?"

Inside the guard booth at the entrance of Guangming Mental Hospital.

A man in a security uniform sat with his legs crossed, eating melon seeds while watching a comedy film.

Suddenly, a light in the distance flashed in his eyes.

The smile on his lips from watching the comedy vanished instantly.

He put down the melon seeds, reached to open the sleeping computer, and opened a spreadsheet from the encrypted file.

Besides the date and time, it listed only one name: Liu Hanxiao.

That name was randomly generated.

Only if the visitor reporting for that day gave that name would they be let in.

He noted the name, the guard closed the encrypted file, then picked up a black high-voltage stun baton standing on the ground, walked out of the booth, and with one hand on his hip stopped the approaching car.

The car stopped, and the guard glanced at the Rolls-Royce license plate.

Seeing it was unfamiliar, he didn't think much of it.

Because of this place's nature, many visitors don't drive their own signature cars when coming to visit.

There was no movement from inside the car, so the guard, as usual, walked to the driver's side and tapped on the window.

The car window lowered a gap and then stopped.

Before the guard could speak, a name came from inside: 'Liu Hanxiao.'

The guard raised an eyebrow, 'Go on in.'

He had no doubt because those people could never leak their secrets.

The electric armored double doors swung open to both sides.

The Rolls-Royce also restarted and moved in at a steady pace.

The guard took down his walkie-talkie and said, 'Codename Liu Hanxiao has arrived; just entered, preparing to receive them.'

The other end of the walkie-talkie replied instantly: 'Received.'

Task done, the guard returned to the booth to continue eating melon seeds and watching the movie.

Inside the mental hospital, Wu Shuyue drove along the ground markings to the parking spot.

It was also a maze of twists and turns, going in circles.

Even veteran driver Wu Shuyue was confused by the loops, finally understanding why the ground had markings.

But just the markings—if Wu Shuyue had come in alone, he surely wouldn't have figured it out, because Tushan Jiu was behind him telling him how to go.

He couldn't help wondering what kind of place this was, to be made so mysteriously secretive.

Could it be something that can't see the light?

Little did he know, his guess was basically spot on.

After a while, he finally 'parted the mist to see the daylight.'

The car stopped at the entrance of a building.

And already standing at that entrance was a row of people in white coats.

Leading them was a man about fifty years old.

Zhong Guangming saw the car stop, hurried forward two steps with a fawning smile to greet them.

Today's appointed visitor, only he knows who it is.

He is one of the three giants of the pharmaceutical industry, the largest shareholder of Chenyao Pharmaceutical, Gu Zong.

The person he came today to 'visit' is a woman.

That woman used to be his lover.

Because she knew something she shouldn't have, she was locked up here.

Gu Zong has a particular fetish, always liking that woman's feet, so he comes from time to time to 'check on' her.

Furthermore, when Gu Zong sends people, he specifically instructs them that injuries can occur anywhere, but those two feet must be well cared for.

Ideally, there should be no trace of her walking on the ground.

In short, the more perverse, the better.

But none of this concerns Zhong Guangming; he only knows he must never offend these clients!

He respectfully waited for the person in the car to get out, but the occupant didn't open the door for a long while.

Zhong Guangming felt a pang of doubt.

What does Gu Zong mean?

Why won't they get out?

Could they be on a phone call in the car, making it inconvenient to come out now?

Just as he was thinking, the rear car door opened.

Not seeing a person, Zhong Guangming wondered, 'Did Gu Zong change drivers?'

Today's driver is also clueless, not even knowing to open the door for his boss?

But just then, a young girl got out of the car.

Everyone on the scene was stunned.

Zhong Guangming frowned, 'Who are you?'

Gu Zong never said anyone else was coming, did he?

But just as his words fell, the walkie-talkie on the person behind him crackled.

'Hurry! Go find the dean, something big has happened! Another car just arrived at the gate, the code matches too—he says his surname is Gu! The car that just went in was fake!'

With a 'swish,' everyone around suddenly looked toward Tushan Jiu.

Someone reacted quickly, wanting to press the alarm, but that person only felt a gust of wind sweep past from behind him, then his vision went black and he collapsed.

Zhong Guangming hadn't even reacted before the person in front of him just 'disappeared out of thin air'.

As a result, hearing a thud behind him, he hurriedly turned around.

He saw Tushan Jiu extremely calm as she unwrapped a lollipop.

Someone, seeing she was a martial artist, realizing the situation was bad, wanted to grab a weapon to subdue her.

But Zhong Guangming shouted, 'Everyone, stop!'

He looked at Tushan Jiu and said, 'May I ask, miss, what do you mean by this? What brings you to my institute today?'

Tushan Jiu curled her lips, 'Nothing much, I'm just here to pick someone up.'

Zhong Guangming narrowed his eyes, 'Who are you here to pick up?'

"Jing Hangcheng."

Zhong Guangming blinked, then broke into a smile, 'You mean the son of Director Jing, right?'

Tushan Jiu returned his smile, 'Exactly, it's him.' She tilted her head, 'Trouble, could you show us the way?'

Zhong Guangming paused for a moment, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes, he maintained an inscrutable smile and said, 'You also heard just now that there are distinguished guests arriving outside, so I won't personally escort you; as long as you can successfully reach the top floor, you may take the person with you. Xiao Feng, take this young lady to the top floor, room 704.'

Tushan Jiu shrugged, pulled out a nail clipper from her pocket, and threw it at Zhong Guangming.

Zhong Guangming instinctively caught it.

'Fine, whoever escorts you is fine, but Director Zhong's words had better be kept—this blade is the token, these words the pledge; if you go back on your word, you'll bear the consequences!'

Tushan Jiu curled the corner of her mouth, called Wu Shuyue to get out of the car and follow her, then turned and walked inside.

Besides prophecy, the blade of the blade-debtor can also serve as proof.

You must not make rash promises to the blade-debtor.

To default on her debt would invite heavenly punishment!

After Zhong Guangming and the others entered, he glanced down at the little turtle nail clipper in his hand, showing disdain, 'Tch, let's see if you can even walk out of here alive before we talk further.'

He tossed the thing into the person beside him, 'What junk, throw it away!'

Having said that, he turned and waved at someone.

That person came over, waiting respectfully for orders.

Zhong Guangming whispered two sentences.

That person nodded, indicating he understood.

He then turned, greeted the people, and headed toward another building.

Zhong Guangming straightened his white coat, then glanced up at a certain window on the seventh floor, and let out a scornful laugh.