Chapter 327

Lin Yu also stopped, his chest heaving violently. The aftereffects of forcibly activating the secret art began to backfire crazily, his vision going black in waves, but he still stared fixedly at the Liu family manager at the door.

"Mr. Lin, are you well?" The manager turned to look at Lin Yu and bowed slightly. "These blind things offended you, and the Liu family is willing to do the labor to help you clean up these troubles. Afterward, I hope you and that young lady will be sure to honor us with your presence at the Liu residence for a short recovery, so the Liu family can fulfill the duties of a host."

His tone was impeccably polite, but the meaning behind his words couldn't be clearer.

The Liu family wanted to "invite" him and Xuanyuan Qing away together.

Lin Yu looked at the manager's smiling face, then lowered his head to look at Xuanyuan Qing, who was weak and nearly breathless in his arms, and then felt the power rapidly draining from his body and his increasingly heavy injuries.

The room was deathly silent.

A few seconds later, he nodded slowly.

"I appreciate the trouble."

The moment the manager finished speaking, the air in the alley didn't loosen up at all.

The Liu family people moved extremely fast, without a word of nonsense.

Several men in dark short-sleeved shirts stepped forward, their movements nimbly terrifying, dragging away the few black-clad killers who had fainted like dead dogs, without a sound.

Others came over to support Lin Yu, who could barely stand, and also helped Xu Xiaochuan, whose legs were still trembling.

"Mr. Lin, please." The manager stepped aside, clearing a path, and made a gesture.

The posture was still polite, but the sense of having everything under control was suffocating.

A black business car slid silently to the alley entrance, the car door opened, and it was pitch black inside.

Lin Yu had no choice.

He held Xuanyuan Qing, who was light as a feather and nearly breathless, tighter in his arms, and with Xu Xiaochuan's support, he ducked in.

The manager, along with two silent Liu family guards, followed into the car.

The car door closed, and the smell of blood and the dilapidated scene outside were instantly isolated.

The car drove extremely steadily, barely feeling any sway.

The streetscape outside the window retreated rapidly, becoming increasingly blurred, finally driving into a place that looked quite bright with lights, yet was terrifyingly quiet.

Xu Xiaochuan's heart was still thumping, and the skin on his back started to feel numb and hot again—not pain, but an indescribable restlessness, urging him to stay alert.

He still clutched the scalpel he had seized, the handle slippery with his hand sweat.

He secretly sized up the people in the car, especially the manager, whose face showed no expression at all.

The car stopped outside a gray, high wall.

The heavy black iron gate slid open silently, revealing a bottomless courtyard inside.

It was completely different from the dilapidation of the street outside.

Inside, every blade of grass, every tree, every brick, every tile, showed its age, yet it was impossibly clean, and the air was filled with the smell of old sandalwood, covering up the musty and gunpowder smells from outside.

The car door opened again.

Several servants dressed in the same clothes had long been standing there waiting with their hands hanging down.

Xuanyuan Qing was immediately lifted onto a stretcher cart, and two doctors in white coats, carrying medical kits and looking solemn, took over, pushing her quickly toward a small, independent building deep in the courtyard.

"Mr. Lin, little brother Xu, please this way, let's treat your wounds first." The manager's voice was still gentle.

Lin Yu was taken into a room, which was also filled with excellent equipment, the smell of disinfectant choking.

A doctor who didn't look young carefully untied the temporary bandage on his back, which was matted with blood scabs and rags.

When he saw the mangled flesh ruined by high-temperature steam and strong acid, as well as the gunshot wound on his left arm deep enough to see bone, the doctor's movements clearly stiffened.

While treating the wounds, he discovered that Lin Yu's flesh and skin, under the action of medication, were actually closing and stopping bleeding at an evil, fast speed, and the boundary between the dead and healthy flesh was also clearly defined.

"This gentleman's body..." the doctor muttered in a low voice, his movements becoming even lighter.

Lin Yu closed his eyes, letting them fuss over him, but his brain was turning rapidly.

The Liu family's reaction speed, the people under his command, and the security of this residence were all far beyond what he had imagined.

This was definitely not some ordinary local powerhouse.

Xu Xiaochuan was in the next room, the wound on his leg also simply bandaged.

He couldn't sit still, his ears pricked up, capturing the slightest movement outside.

The mark on his back wasn't hot anymore, but the feeling was clearer; he could "smell" that in this big mansion, there were many powerful auras hidden, all restrained, like beasts lying in wait.

The wounds were finished, and the manager walked in on time, holding a steaming cup of ginseng tea.

"Mr. Lin, you've been startled. A small token to calm your nerves." He placed the teacup on the low table beside Lin Yu's hand.

Lin Yu opened his eyes, not even looking at the teacup.

"How is Miss Xuanyuan?"

The manager's face showed a timely touch of worry: "Not very good. Our best doctors are looking at her, but... the situation is too complex. It seems there are several unknown toxins clashing in the young lady's body, along with neurotoxin residue, and there are signs of failure in her internal organs. If I may be so bold, we have never seen such a tricky patient."

He paused, changing the subject: "May I ask, what is the background of... those black-clad men who were hunting you and this young lady? What is that 'Ouroboros' they mentioned? The Liu family only guards this one-third of an acre of land, but we don't want to provoke trouble we shouldn't."

Lin Yu moved his newly bandaged left arm, the wound tugging, and his brows furrowed.

"They are a secret department under a biological company called 'Ark'. Miss Xuanyuan used to be their researcher; she discovered they were conducting inhumane experiments and wanted to stop them, so she was hunted down. 'Ouroboros' is a code name within their organization; I'm not clear on what it specifically refers to."

He spoke steadily, picking and choosing his words, suppressing the most fatal matters of YA-001 and the clones.

"I was entrusted by a friend on his deathbed to keep her safe."

The manager listened quietly, tapping his fingers on his knees a few times, as if weighing the truth of Lin Yu's words.

"So that's how it is. 'Ark'... this name, we seem to have heard a little about it. It seems the matter you've gotten involved in, sir, is not small."

"Take me to see her." Lin Yu didn't want to beat around the bush with him.

In the medical wing, the atmosphere was heavy enough to wring out water.

Several of the Liu family's best doctors surrounded the monitoring equipment, each with their brows knitted into knots.

The data lines on the screen were jumping wildly like they were having a seizure, and all kinds of indicators were hovering on the edge of the gates of hell.

They had tried several methods, whether it was detoxifying or protecting organs, but it was useless, and even made the situation worse.

As soon as Lin Yu entered, his gaze swept rapidly over the flickering screens and the doctors' sloppy notes.

Xu Xiaochuan followed behind him, step for step.

"Stop the intravenous alpha-interferon."