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Chapter 913: Close Combat (Part 8)
Chapter 913: Chapter 913: Close Combat (Part 8)
The environment is leisurely, it’s said that the facilities inside are all imported, specially designed to entice wealthy people to spend money here.
Old Crocodile’s personal visits here are rare, simply because he’s usually very busy. If he came a few more times, maybe he could have discovered something fishy. The issue is, Old Crocodile only sees money in his eyes, as long as the projects run by Chairman Hong are good, profitable, and money is flowing in, Old Crocodile fully entrusts them and does not concern himself at all.
Little did he know, they were just using this as bait, to catch a bigger fish, aiming to devour this Crocodile King.
Chairman Hong drove the car into the sanatorium, parked it.
Inside the sanatorium, a security guard came over, took the keys that were tossed to him, and said: "Today is as quiet as usual, nothing unusual."
"Mm." Chairman Hong responded vaguely, looking down.
Recently, ever since Gu Nuan stepped forward, security has been heightened here.
The security force expanded to a hundred-man team, on a 24-hour, three-shift rotation. Not to mention, the always prosperous sanatorium, a little over a month ago, was labeled internally needing renovation, temporarily refusing any guest check-ins.
The yard was filled with renovation materials, but only those present daily knew that these materials hadn’t been touched at all; no workers ever came here, let alone any construction beginning.
The sanatorium had three main buildings, forming a square with an opening. Several smaller buildings stood sporadically around the main structures; what they served for, only Chairman Hong might know.
Chairman Hong bypassed the main building and headed deeper into the sanatorium.
The night was pitch-dark; since no guests were staying here, all had left, it seemed like they didn’t turn on the lights at night to save on electricity.
Tonight, coincidentally, there was no moon, clouds filled the sky.
Chairman Hong, however, seemed to have sharp eyes like Sun Wukong’s Eyes of Golden Flame, not needing any light as he navigated easily without losing his way, quickly finding his direction and heading straight to the secluded small building he intended to visit.
This small building was only two stories high, equipped with an independent access control system.
Chairman Hong swiped the card he had with him to pass through the electronic access.
As he climbed to the second floor, he heard a man’s voice, like a pervasive sinister wind coming from nowhere, saying: "Are you sure no one followed you?"
Chairman Hong shivered, replied: "No one."
"Then, come in."
Chairman Hong walked to the room at the far end of the second-floor corridor, knocked on the door, then entered.
In the dim room stood a man, his left hand supporting a cane, clearly indicating his left leg was lame.
The only light shone on the man’s face, revealing more than just his stubble-covered face; one eye was also covered by a partial mask, a dragon mask.
Chairman Hong called out: "Mr. Long."
The man, also known as Cyclops, supported by the cane, approached him, examining him coldly with his one uncovered eye, asking icily: "How is it?"
"Don’t know if he’s dead," Chairman Hong replied.
"You came back without knowing anything?"
This questioning seemed to trigger something, as a wall, with a bookshelf on the left side of the room, began to rotate, revealing a white-haired man stepping out.
Wearing a ghostly mask, Luo Ke, donned in a lab coat resembling a doctor’s, like a physician of this sanatorium, said: "Is this your man?"