A walking ATM
Bang!
The solid wood door to the dean's office was violently kicked open.
Wood chips were scattered all over the floor.
A body dressed in a security guard uniform flew into the hall and crashed in front of the old dean's desk.
That was Old Zhou, the only security guard at the Welfare Home.
Old Zhou's chest was sunken in, and he had already stopped breathing.
Several caregivers in the office screamed.
"Shut your mouths, all of you."
The burly man with the scarred face who was at the head of the group stepped across the threshold.
He took off his leather gloves and threw them on Old Zhou's body.
"If anyone howls again, I'll send him to keep the watchdogs company."
The pungent smell of blood filled the office.
The seventy-year-old dean stood up, supporting himself on the corner of the table, his body trembling slightly.
A dozen or so young caregivers and volunteers huddled together in the corner of the room.
Su Bai mingled at the very edge of the volunteer team.
He hunched slightly, his eyes darting around, perfectly portraying an ordinary college student who was terrified.
His hands were neatly tucked into the pockets of his blue vest.
Kabi nestled against the back of Su Bai's neck and whispered:
"This group of people carries a strong aura of the Abyssal-Origin Black Market, and the leader's Magic Power Scale is 1,800."
Su Bai silently replied in his heart, "Eighteen hundred marks, a two-star Enforcer, indeed worth seven hundred thousand."
He typed blindly in his pocket, reviewing the bounty settlement terms from the Monster Hunting Bureau.
The old director shielded the two young caregivers behind him, staring at the scarred man.
Who exactly are you people?
The old dean's voice was hoarse, and his tone was full of accusation.
"This is a civilian shelter, filled entirely with destitute and disabled orphans."
"You even dare to rob places like this? Have you lost your conscience?"
Scarface laughed out loud.
He pulled a cigar from his waist and lit it with the faint flame from his fingertips.
"Conscience?"
Scarface exhaled a thick plume of blue smoke.
"Old man, are you trying to have a conscience with people who make a living on the black market? Are you getting senile?"
His two henchmen, rifles in hand, grinned as they surveyed the crowd in the room.
"We were chased like stray dogs by the official Patrol Team in the Northern District, and all our goods were lost."
Scarface patted the magazine at his waist.
"The brothers need to eat, and buy new Abyssal Core to escape."
"Xinghai City is cracking down hard right now; those able-bodied orphans are too conspicuous, making it difficult to take action."
"But those disabled bastards you keep in your facility are hot commodities in the black market labs."
The old dean's face turned ashen.
"You want to sell the children to be used as experimental subjects?"
"What else? Keep them as ancestors to be worshipped?"
Scarface smirked, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.
"A crippled cripple, his very existence is a waste of the Federation welfare rations."
"Send it to the Transcendent Potion for a live rejection test; at least we can get tens of thousands of yuan in return."
He strode to the desk and looked down at the old dean.
"In this extraordinary meat grinder, even the breathing of the weak is a waste of resources."
Scarface spat, his tone cold and devoid of warmth.
"Hand them over, and I'll leave you with a complete corpse."
"If you don't hand it over, not a single person in this building will survive today."
The young female caregivers inside the room were so frightened that they burst into tears.
Su Bai stood in the far corner of the crowd, quietly watching the scarred man's back.
His fingertips tapped lightly on the phone case inside his pocket.
That's a nice way to put it.
Su Bai observed the situation indifferently from the sidelines, without any emotional fluctuation.
"Very well, the stage for despair has been set, and you've even prepared your own appearance fees. Truly perfect supporting actors."
He doesn't even need to deliberately create a crisis.
This group of ruthless desperados walked right into our lives, putting on a flawless performance.
We just need to wait until that girl fully understands the cruelty of this world.
When she genuinely longed to change her fate.
The name Ziwei could then become her only salvation.
You're dreaming!
The old dean grabbed a teacup from the table and smashed it hard at Scarface's feet.
The porcelain shards shattered, and tea splashed onto Scarface's leather boots.
"I've been guarding this Welfare Home for forty years. Even if you break my bones, you won't take a single child away from me!"
The old dean's eyes were bloodshot, and he refused to budge an inch.
"You bunch of beasts, the Monster Hunting Bureau will not let you get away with this!"
The muscle at the corner of Scarface's eye twitched.
The sneer on his face gradually faded, replaced by a chilling ferocity.
"Monster Hunting Bureau?"
Scarface lifted his foot and stomped on the shards of the teacup beneath him.
"By the time they break through the Dark Barrier outside, you'll all be cold, lifeless flesh."
He lost his last bit of patience.
Scarface raised his right hand, and the dark Abyssal-Energy Rifle was steadily aimed at the old dean behind the desk.
A dark red spot of light appeared on the energy-concentrating ring at the muzzle.
A faint Magic Power rapidly converged inside the gun barrel, emitting a sharp buzzing sound in the air.
"Old man, you're asking for it."
Scarface's finger reached for the trigger.
"Since you're so tough, I'll shoot you first, then search every room."
The caregiver beside her closed her eyes in despair.
Meanwhile, next to the drainage pipes outside the office building.
Bai Jingxuan huddled in the shadow of the metal ventilation vent.
She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, not daring to make a sound even when breathing.
Through the gaps in the ventilation blinds, every word of the conversation inside reached her ears.
Experimental materials.
In vivo rejection test.
Those cold, biting words slammed into her chest.
Bai Jingxuan's eyes were red, and tears slid down her fingers.
She looked down at her right leg, which had become completely numb.
It turns out that in the eyes of these extraordinary thugs, a disabled orphan like her didn't even deserve to live.
If she is captured, she will face a dark and hopeless dissection table.
Suddenly, the scarred man inside the room stopped pulling the trigger.
He seemed to recall some extremely crucial intelligence.
Scarface turned the gun, pointing the dark muzzle at the trembling head caregiver.
I almost forgot about the important matter.
Scarface's voice came through the blinds, carrying a cruel interrogative tone.
"The supplier gave a deposit of one million, specifically requesting a particular type of goods."
"This is your last chance. Tell me, which room is that girl with Source Core crippled right leg hiding in?"