"Where did you get so many high-ranking disciples?" Jiang Cheng asked in return.
At that, the Fatty seemed to realize something. His face changed in an instant. "You can't do this!" He stared fixedly at Lin Wan'er, his voice almost breaking into a sob. "Boss Lin, you... and everyone else—you can't go. That bus is extremely dangerous. If anything goes wrong, you'll all be trapped on it!"
"Brother Wang Qi and Brother Huai Yi both died on that bus!" He and the doctor had already been dragged into this and had no choice, but the Fatty absolutely wouldn't let the same tragedy befall his other family members.
The Fatty's thoughts were written all over his face, and Lin Wan'er saw them at a glance. She reassured him, "Don't worry. It won't be us going. It'll be disciples who volunteered to sacrifice themselves."
"They were all on the verge of being completely consumed by the doors inside them. While they still had a shred of consciousness left, they volunteered at the last moment to take part in a top-secret plan. They were altered using the most advanced technology, then placed in cryogenic suspension."
"They'll remain in that state until they're awakened." Lin Wan'er gave a fairly detailed explanation.
Jiang Cheng understood. These high-ranking disciples were monsters who'd been frozen for years, and now they were a trump card against the Night Watch.
"You should also understand that these people can't be used on the front lines against the Night Watch. Their ability to be controlled is questionable, and they might even be completely consumed by the doors the moment they wake, reduced to monsters that know only how to kill."
"But they're perfect for breaching the Old President's domain. Since they're on the verge of being completely consumed, their abilities are