Miracle Drug

"Ugh!"

After being carried outside, Zhang Xuezhou saw Professor Song Bu'er arrive with two bulky helmets.

Only after Professor Wang Haoran and Professor Song Bu'er had both put on the helmets did they cautiously enter the room.

Several muffled grunts came from inside, followed by the sound of gunfire.

"Old Ren's gone mad!" Song Bu'er cried in terror.

"He really did try to kill us just now," Wang Haoran said, still shaken. "Good thing you brought a light stun gun and knocked him out with it!"

After the two professors exchanged those brief words, Zhang Xuezhou saw them emerge a few seconds later, blood streaming from their nostrils, ears, and mouths.

The bulky helmets were placed on the floor, and fear still lingered in Wang Haoran's and Song Bu'er's eyes.

"Can he still be saved?" Song Bu'er asked.

"That depends on whether Old Ren left himself a contingency, and whether it'll be enough!"

Wang Haoran's face was gloomy.

Ren Yisheng's mind was in chaos, and he could no longer distinguish things properly.

This was no different from the consequences of a Sequence expert losing consciousness.

Under Sequence regulations, a case like Ren Yisheng's would be put to a highest-level vote, after which a ruling would be made and enforced until the threat was completely eliminated.

For ninety-nine percent of people, completely eliminating the threat meant death.

Wang Haoran was in a terrible mood.

Without Ren Yisheng as their leader, the many people in their group would be like a heap of loose sand, unable to come together and work toward the same goal again.

If Ren Yisheng suffered serious consequences, he would not be the only one affected. Their group of collaborators, with the Ren Household at its head, would also be thrown into turmoil.

"What's that miracle drug his