Voodoo Doll (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Wǒ Wéi Dī Xiānrén)

Twelve hours later, Inside the most famous hotel in Tai City: the Lansikadun Seven-Star Hotel.

Fang stood in the bathroom, warm water cascading down from the showerhead above, washing over his glossy black skin. His physique was remarkably well-maintained, like that of a professional athlete, with clearly defined, undulating muscles visible across his torso.

The last time Fang Linyan had seen Fang, he had been suffering from three severe injuries!

First, a heavy shield strike to his chest had broken at least three ribs, leaving his sternum caved in.

Not only that, but he had also been shot twice. One bullet had struck his abdomen, leaving a terrifying wound the size of a bowl. The other bullet had defied all laws of physics, curving straight toward his neck.

Fang had managed to dodge just in time, but the shot still hit his shoulder blade near the neck, tearing flesh and muscle until the bone was clearly visible.

But now, these severe injuries on Fang's body had mostly healed. The sunken chest had recovered, and while there were still stitches on his shoulder blade and abdomen, they showed clear signs of healing, with scabs already forming on the surface.

After finishing his shower, Fang casually threw on a bathrobe and walked into the outer suite's living room, where a table was already laden with a feast and a bottle of Romanée-Conti wine. He poured himself a glass and then began to tackle the exquisite food on the table.

It was clear that while Fang ate quickly, he wasn't wolfing down his food. Even when alone, he displayed very professional aristocratic etiquette. Maintaining such an attitude in solitude made it easy to infer that he had grown up in a privileged environment.

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang. Fang paused for a moment, then walked to the door and said:

"Who is it?"

The speaker replied politely:

"Sir, among the dishes you ordered earlier, there was one called Italian Cheese Chicken. This dish requires an eighty-minute marination before it's suitable for processing, so that its flavor can be fully brought out. I'm here to serve it to you."

After hearing this, Fang thought back, returned to the table to check the menu, and confirmed that he had indeed ordered this dish before walking over to open the door. However, being a cautious person, he still pressed his eye to the peephole on the door to look outside before opening it.

But just as Fang closed one eye and pressed the other to the peephole, the tooth carving hanging around his neck suddenly let out a faint cracking sound, and a web of cracks appeared across its surface.

A chilling sensation shot up Fang's spine, and then he saw that on the other side of the peephole, a cracking sound rang out as a dark shadow shot toward him with incredible speed!

At that moment, time seemed to slow down dozens of times over. Fang let out a strange cry and jerked his head back, just in time to see a long, thin stainless steel needle pierce through the peephole's opening and stab viciously toward him. If Fang's reaction had been even 0.1 seconds slower, the needle would have pierced his eyeball and driven deep into his brain, a gruesome end.

His opponent had calculated that Fang would be cautious enough to check the peephole, and had set up such a vicious, venomous trap!!

Even though Fang had managed to tilt his head back in time, the steel needle pursued him like a venomous snake, stabbing relentlessly forward, no more than two or three centimeters from his eyeball. Yet that gap of two or three centimeters remained forever out of reach.

Seeing that the needle's thrust had reached its limit and could advance no further, not even half a centimeter, Fang felt a slight relief and began to think about how to counterattack. But then, the tip of the steel needle suddenly rotated, and a burst of thick white mist sprayed out from its point.

Fang's pupils contracted sharply. He really wanted to curse! Even if the needle had continued thrusting, or even exploded with fragments to injure him, Fang would have had a way to dodge. But the follow-up attack being a cloud of water mist was truly despair-inducing.

The white mist lingered on his face for less than a second before Fang rolled backward to escape. At that moment, he felt no pain, only a sweet smell in his nostrils.

But Fang had no time to think further, because the door exploded inward with a bang, followed by a hail of gunfire!

And when the bullets struck the floor and walls nearby, they caused small explosions, leaving bowl-sized craters even in the concrete walls! These were clearly specially made rounds.

After rolling away, Fang dashed straight for the bathroom, grabbed the wet bath towel he remembered, and wiped his face vigorously. At the same time, he flipped his wrist, and a peculiar black pill materialized in his palm as if by magic, which he swallowed in one gulp.

Why was this pill peculiar? Because after Fang swallowed it, it actually let out a human-like scream, completely defying common sense.

Fang's roll to escape, face wipe, and pill consumption were all executed in one fluid motion, showing his extensive experience in handling such ambushes. As he turned around, a Voodoo Doll made of animal bones and straw, wreathed in black smoke, had appeared in his hand.

Fang cut his wrist, letting blood drip onto the Voodoo Doll, then flung it out of the bathroom. Not only that, but a flashbang followed the doll out!

Blinding light filled the room.

Thirty seconds later, the group of elite operatives who had stormed in, all trained in brutal espionage, lay dead on the scene. At least half of them had been killed by their own comrades. The Voodoo Doll's most terrifying ability was to create hallucinations, directly causing the attackers to open fire wildly, turning their fellow soldiers into swiss cheese.

The remaining half had died from heart failure caused by sheer terror!

Only then did Fang, who had been hiding in the bathroom, stand up. A cold smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he calmly changed into a suit, washed his hands, checked his hair in the mirror, and then picked up a suitcase before strolling out the door, as composed as a business elite heading to a negotiation.

But just as Fang turned through the shattered doorway and stepped into the hallway, the cold smirk on his lips froze.

Because he saw three people standing with their backs to him ahead. All three wore trench coats with hoods covering their heads, giving off a very eerie vibe.

The key issue was that the Voodoo Doll he had summoned was dancing right in front of these three people. In the air, a dark, eerie aura drifted, occasionally forming a twisted human face that let out a scream before slowly dissipating.

Yet these three people completely ignored the Voodoo Doll's mental contamination power, standing there silently like statues. Even Fang's appearance didn't draw their attention.

Suddenly, the three turned around, lifting their heads slightly to look at Fang!