He absolutely would not allow any paupers to taint the air inside.

"Bang!"

The taxi door suddenly flew open violently.

Wu Shou’s large hand flashed out like lightning, his five fingers clamping down on the security guard’s throat like a steel vice.

"You..."

The guard squeezed out half a word, his pupils still frozen with disbelief and horror.

"Crack."

The crisp sound of a neck breaking mixed with the muffled sound of a rupturing trachea, blood sprayed out in a radial pattern on the taxi door frame.

Wu Shou’s wrathful roar:

"What do you mean ’you’, don’t you know that it’s a taxi driver’s sacred duty to deliver passengers safely and on time?"

The noise reached the security booth, and five more guards in the same uniform rushed out, their faces full of confusion and fright.

Two of them reacted lightning fast, instinctively reaching for their waists—where the issued black gun holsters bulged!

The security guards in this high-end villa area were armed!

Wu Shou’s eyes turned bloodshot, the violence accumulated over the past two days surging like magma. Towards [Destiny], he was meek, but to these ordinary people... would he strike hard?!!

Damn it, don’t all dismiss the Corpse Recovery Man as a mere villain.

There weren’t many screams, just the dull thud of bodies colliding, the crisp cracking of bones, the hissing sound of throats being torn, and occasionally, short screams forcibly cut off.

Two minutes, maybe even less.

The world went quiet.

Wu Shou grabbed the ankles of the corpses and dragged them towards the meticulously manicured decorative grass beside the gate.

The corpses rubbed against the grass, making a rustling dragging sound, leaving behind intermittent dark red moist streaks.

If one loved treating the villa area as home so much, why not become fertilizer for the villa’s lawn after death?

Wu Shou couldn’t find the remote for the barrier gate, so he had to forcibly bend the barrier open, finally using a crowbar to jam the mechanical device to ensure the bar stayed lifted permanently.

After finishing everything, Wu Shou casually wiped the blood off the door with his sleeve and hurried back into the car, squeezing out a harmless smile to the passengers inside.

The Master of Ceremonies looked at Wu Shou, his pale white eyeballs reflecting Wu Shou’s sycophantic smile, and returned it with an equally intriguing grin.

Whether villain or not, everyone had good manners and etiquette.

The taxi restarted, driving into the villa.

"Destination reached!"

Wu Shou was the first to get out of the car, opening the door for each passenger.

Over the past two days, he had practiced this a lot when he had nothing to do, significantly boosting his service awareness and professional skills.

(With such service attitude, not giving a five-star review would be unjustifiable.)

The members of the 103 squad got out of the car one by one, each of them stretching, and then opening the trunk, where Zuo Bai, curled up, climbed out.

He was the one who requested to lie in the trunk, what else could he do, dare to lie on the laps of the three people in the backseat?

As a mature piece of cargo, being able to pack and transport oneself was a basic requirement.

"Is it here?"

The Bald Captain narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the slightly messy renovation materials in the courtyard, full of suspicion.

This villa was clearly not yet renovated, appearing uninhabited.

Red Dragonfly glanced at her watch but before she could speak, Wu Shou interrupted eagerly, with fine sweat beading on his forehead:

"The GPS shows it’s here, I never deliver to the wrong place."

The Bald Captain ignored Wu Shou, only looking at Red Dragonfly, who nodded in agreement.

"Let’s go, take a look inside."

The Master of Ceremonies rolled his eyes and led the way into the villa.

Zuo Bai followed sensibly, observing that though the Bald Captain was the leader, the decision maker, the one whose words held the most weight was the Master of Ceremonies.

It wasn’t so much that the Master of Ceremonies usurped authority, but rather, he was the brains of the team, and his suggestions most influenced the final decisions.

In other words, whether Zuo Bai survived the night depended largely on the Master of Ceremonies’ viewpoint.

Red Dragonfly, the Wild Beast, and the Bald Captain followed them inside.

Logically speaking, Wu Shou’s mission as the "taxi driver" was over, and he could leave.

But everyone seemed to forget about him; no one brought it up, so he dared not mention it voluntarily.

All are villains; who doesn’t know what the other is like~

If the other party mentions it, they’re probably not sincerely letting him go;

bringing it up himself would be forcing the other to silence him.

Wu Shou looked down at his toes, gritting his teeth with a tearless woe, trailing at the back of the team.

The longer he stayed by [Destiny], the more he knew things he shouldn’t, making it easier to die miserably afterward, but if he didn’t follow, there might not be a later at all.

How to solve this problem, does anyone know, save me please, urgently waiting online!!!

The villa was dim inside, and none of the group turned on the lights.

Yet, everyone was used to navigating in the dark, so it didn’t matter.

The Master of Ceremonies’ eyeballs moved bizarrely, leading them through the foyer towards a room deeper inside the villa...

They arrived at a storage room, where the Master of Ceremonies abruptly halted, his pale eyes fixed on the wall.

The wall was piled with plasterboards, bundled wire pipes, and cans of unopened latex paint.

"We’re here, the consignee has arrived, heh—"

The Master of Ceremonies squinted slightly, veins around his eyes bulging ominously.

Everyone followed his gaze to the wall, and just as he finished speaking, the wall suddenly trembled, visibly cracking open.

Shortly after, Li Hanyu emerged from inside, dressed in casual home clothing.

When she saw the crowd standing outside, her body visibly stiffened, pupils contracting abruptly as she instinctively took a half step back.

Fortunately, she quickly reacted, widening her beautiful eyes as she did, the replaced artificial eyes also granting her night vision ability.

She quickly scrutinized the faces of the people, and her initially wary expression immediately relaxed, her eyes overflowing with unconcealed delight.

Hastily, she walked up to Zuo Bai, exclaiming joyfully,

"Professor Zuo Bai, finally you have arrived."

Zuo Bai noticed that Li Hanyu ignored the Master of Ceremonies and others, choosing to greet him first, his heart sank involuntarily.

He instinctively glanced at the Master of Ceremonies, who didn’t appear annoyed and even smiled at him.

Inexplicably, Zuo Bai felt even colder inside.

He took a deep breath, staring at the beautiful woman before him, failing to retrieve a matching face from his memory bank.

Confirming that the person before him was a stranger.

Zuo Bai maintained a stern expression, asking deeply, "Was it you who invited me here?"

Li Hanyu was momentarily taken aback by his words.

The person was obviously invited with the help of Lou Duan, so why did Professor Zuo Bai appear completely uninformed?

But on second thought, Lou Duan was moved by her sincerity to assist, so technically, Professor Zuo Bai was indeed invited by her. Thus, it was correct.

Li Hanyu sincerely replied:

"Yes, I invited you. Only you can awaken my son. Henceforth, my son Qian Huan’s life is in your hands."

Zuo Bai’s eyelids twitched intensely as he slowly repeated,

"You mean... asking me to save your son?"

Using [Destiny] to abduct me, to save your son, very well, you really know how to save your son, huh—

A hint of doubt arose in Li Hanyu’s heart, why didn’t Lou Duan tell Zuo Bai anything?

Was the confidentiality maintained that well?

But it didn’t matter, as long as Zuo Bai was here, her son had hope for survival.

Suddenly, she grabbed Zuo Bai’s hand, gripping it tightly:

"Professor Zuo Bai, please come with me."

Yet, Zuo Bai remained motionless, his gaze falling on the Master of Ceremonies.

The Master of Ceremonies shrugged, sporting an amused grin:

"Motherly love is most moving, with such earnest invitation, just go with her. We’ll wait for you here."

He paused, then added with a gleeful tone:

"Remember, when it’s over, ask her to give a five-star review."

The Wild Beast beside also grinned, waving the briefcase in his hand at Zuo Bai, his voice rough:

"We’ll be waiting for you!"

Zuo Bai: "..."