Once Zhao Xiaodao came to her senses, she realized that they probably wouldn't dare do anything to her.
But who knew whether that was part of their scheme?
Zhao Xiaodao's eyes flickered as her mind began wildly filling in the blanks, trying to guess their true intentions.
But after turning it over several times, she could not help laughing at herself.
What was she worried about? Come on, Lu Zheng was an immortal, all right? Even a reserve immortal was still an immortal. They might have strange and sinister plots, but using methods meant for dealing with a top hypnotist against a reserve immortal—how was that any different from courting death? What was she even thinking? She only had to tell Lu Zheng about this. If Lu Zheng could not be bothered to see them, she would send them packing. If he wanted to see them, she could pull up a little stool, prepare some peanuts, sunflower seeds, and soda, and watch the show in peace.
"Wait here."
Zhao Xiaodao said it lightly, then walked a few steps away, took out her phone, and dialed Lu Zheng's number.
Her luck was not bad. The call actually went through.
"Lu Ge?"
"What is it?"
"A few psychologists—no, they should be hypnotists—came looking for me."
"Hypnotists?" Lu Zheng's gaze flickered. "From Korea?"
"No, from Lighthouse Country. Do you remember John? The UFC official in charge of Zhang Weili's title defense."
"Him? Oh, right. He still shouldn't be able to talk, should he?"
"That's right. He went everywhere seeking treatment and was eventually diagnosed as having been hypnotized. That caught the interest of several powerful hypnotists—no, psychologists—from Lighthouse Country. It seems they worked together to treat him for half a year without any results, so they came looking for us."
Zhao Xiaodao said,