"Who is this?"
Han Ji frowned at Zhou Sining, who had appeared in his office, and the young man covered in wounds behind him.
"This is my friend. He was badly injured and can't remember anything. I was hoping you could take a look at him," Zhou Sining said.
"Just because I gave you special privileges doesn't mean you can come to me for everything." Han Ji's expression darkened.
Did Zhou Sining have any idea what was going on right now?
His friend was injured and had lost his memory, yet instead of taking him to a doctor, he had come straight to Han Ji...
This was ridiculous!
It seemed Han Ji would have to pull rank as an elder. Otherwise, Zhou Sining might really think his office was a marketplace anyone could wander in and out of!
"When I found my brother, he kept repeating 'Black Vatican,' so..." Zhou Sining's expression turned grave.
He had become so practiced at lying that he could do it without batting an eye.
"Black... Vatican?" Zhang Xiaohou murmured, still looking dazed.
"Yeah. Su Xiaoluo told me that when you first woke up, you kept muttering about the Black Vatican, Mo Fan, He Yu, Mu He..." Zhou Sining played dumb while trying to jog Zhang Xiaohou's memory.
He couldn't remember the details of the original story, but this was how you dealt with someone who had lost his memory.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaohou began trembling violently. A splitting pain shot through his head!
Han Ji's eyes flashed. Seeing Zhang Xiaohou suddenly in agony, he looked stunned.
He strode forward, seized Zhang Xiaohou's wrist, and swiftly tore open his sleeve!
A black mark shaped like a centipede clung to Zhang Xiaohou's arm. It looked embedded in his flesh, a horrifying sight.