Tang Qisheng's expression changed abruptly. Instinctively, he shielded Zhu Jie behind him. "Who are you? What have you done to Wu Yi and his father?"
"Heh, Mr. Tang, you're overthinking it. I'm Wu Yi."
By now, Tang Qisheng had also heard the voice clearly. Though hoarse, it still sounded youthful. It had to belong to a child.
What Zhu Jie described next felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over Tang Qisheng. She said the child before them had already had his chin repaired by the doll with something like plaster. Now it was using different materials to mend the rest of his body—and there was even a huge vat of flesh and blood.
"Wu Yi, what the hell are you trying to do?" By this point, how could Tang Qisheng not understand? He had been set up.
"Mr. Tang, don't get angry. I'm only asking you to honor your promise." Wu Yi, who could now just about stand, calmly took out the contract and showed it to Zhu Jie. "You're Zhu Jie, right? Take a good look. Your husband and I made an agreement: if I helped rescue his friend, he would give us his brain and your pair of eyes."
"Bullshit!" Tang Qisheng roared, blind as he was. "I never signed a contract like that! There's no such clause in our contract!"
"Heh, Mr. Tang, denying it won't help. It's all there in black and white."
With Zhu Jie explaining it to him, Tang Qisheng finally understood what had gone wrong. The contract consisted of two sheets, and those outrageous terms were written on the back of the first page. At the time, things had been urgent, and he hadn't noticed that the other party would pull a trick like that. But now it was