When Dr. Daniel Reed lifted his heavy eyelids, he found himself bound to a bloodstained iron chair with barbed wire.
He tried to move, but the barbs pierced him and made him gasp in pain. The chair, welded to the floor, did not budge.
"You're awake?"
With that low call, a glaring overhead light illuminated the dim basement. Daniel squinted toward the voice, looking carefully before making out a man in a top hat seated before him.
"Do you want money, or do you want me to do something for you? I'll agree to anything, just help me get this stuff off. It's already punctured my skin and flesh. I need a tetanus shot right away!"
"Thomas Elliot, why are you still pretending at this point?" Qin Wei crossed his hands, his gaze piercing.
"Thomas? Ow! You've kidnapped the wrong man. My name is Daniel Reed. My papers are in my pocket-my ID and my hospital staff badge!"
"Daniel Reed, distinguished alumnus of Harvard Medical School, holder of a doctorate, hailed as the hands of God in plastic surgery. That's the publicly available file, but I've already reconstructed the truth behind it. Keep those lies for yourself. Don't imagine you can deceive me."
"Why won't you believe me? I really am not this Thomas you're talking about!"
Not wanting to waste more words, Qin Wei took out a photograph and sent it flying in front of Daniel. He had found it in the Study at Wayne Manor: a group photograph from a gathering of the Wayne Family and the Elliot Family over a decade ago.
The old photograph could not lie. This "Dr. Reed" bore at least an eighty-percent resemblance to the head of the Elliot Family.
An astonished expression appeared on Dr. Reed's face.
"How did you get this