Li Hanyu promised while looking at Zuo Bai with full of hope.

Zuo Bai, looking indifferent, said faintly:

"Your son is not a cyborg. It’s already good enough that a chip can wake him up. To regain mobility depends on his treatment afterward, or he’ll need full-body implant modifications."

After thinking it over, Zuo Bai stared coldly at Li Hanyu and sneered:

"For any further implant modifications, find someone else. Don’t come to me again."

Before he finished speaking.

Zuo Bai had already turned around and stepped into the secret passage without looking back.

He had considered escaping. In fact, he had simulated 101 escape plans in his mind, but the final statistical results showed that even the one with the highest success rate was only 3.4%.

What’s more deadly is, as long as that taxi driver is around, even if he escapes once by luck, he will soon be found again.

By then, he wouldn’t even have the right to pack himself up.

So, the best approach when faced with [Destiny] is never to run away, but to resist to the end... what a load of crap.

If you need to kneel, kneel. If you need to cower, cower. Try every means to earn some favor points for yourself.

If I can’t beat them, I have to find a way to join them.

Zuo Bai, well-versed in past and present, knew that in the Ancient Era, there was a famous disease called Stockholm Syndrome.

His current situation is very much like this type of case, only reversed, and he has to reverse the operation to save himself.

"I gave the Master of Ceremonies a five-star review in hopes that it would earn me a little chance of survival, right?"

Zuo Bai calculated secretly, but he didn’t feel confident at all.

If it were an ordinary kidnapper, this operation might work, but [Destiny] breeds nothing but lunatics.

Yes, shamefully enough, after several eras have passed with scientific development reaching this point, scientists still can’t figure out the thinking patterns of lunatics.

There’s no way around it, normal people are mostly alike, but every lunatic is unique and different.

The moment Zuo Bai stepped out of the dark passage, he was greeted with the radiant smile of the Wild Beast.

"The Master of Ceremonies said you would obediently return..."

The Wild Beast tilted his head slightly, a child-like confusion appearing on his rugged face,

"I originally didn’t believe it, but I didn’t expect you to be so faithful. Well done, you’ve earned my respect."

Saying this, he shyly scratched the back of his head, and his ferocious face suddenly seemed somewhat charming and silly.

"Since that’s the case, you may as well handle the final packaging yourself."

As the Wild Beast spoke, he opened a briefcase and pointed to a groove inside with fingers as thick as carrots.

Zuo Bai looked down to see that the groove was round, symmetrical, with a suitable depth, perfect curvature at the edges, and lined with velvet on the inside.

It seemed to perfectly fit his head, leaving just a face floating on top.

Is this meant for me to cut off my own head and place it inside?

As a gift box, Zuo Bai had to admit this packaging was very exquisite and attractive, very high-class when given as a gift, but if the item inside was his own head, that was another matter altogether.

"Indeed, the respect of a lunatic has no regard for science."

Zuo Bai’s eye twitched, despite having imagined a thousand possibilities, he never expected such a warm welcome.

"Thank you~"

Zuo Bai was almost moved to tears, yet he didn’t forget to express his gratitude to the Wild Beast.

Then, he forced a smile at the Master of Ceremonies:

"I secured a five-star review for you."

The Master of Ceremonies gave a half-smile, glancing at the Red Dragonfly, who glanced down at her watch, her red lips curving into a bright arc.

The Master of Ceremonies was not stingy with praise:

"You did very well, so, is it that you want to beg us to spare your life?"

Zuo Bai’s heart skipped a beat. Of course, that was what he wanted, but he dared not say so.

Before he could reply, the Master of Ceremonies added:

"That’s not easy to manage, why don’t you ask the Wild Beast if he agrees?"

The Wild Beast frowned deeply, patting the briefcase as it thumped:

"Not good, not good, a man should keep his word, and I can’t waste this gift box I’ve prepared."

A cold white glare appeared in the Master of Ceremonies’ eyes, while Red Dragonfly, the Wild Beast, and the Captain of the Constables tacitly formed an encirclement, trapping Zuo Bai in the center.

Seeing this, Wu Shou without hesitation also stepped forward, filling the final gap.

Coincidentally, Wu Shou’s calculations mirrored Zuo Bai’s.

He too realized that his only way out was not to make [Destiny] let him go, but to find a way to tie himself onto their boat.

Zuo Bai watched with dark hatred, almost grinding his back teeth to dust, yet his face expressed ever more understanding and empathy.

Just think, a week or two ago, everything was smooth sailing; he thought life was on a straightforward, easy mode.

How did it suddenly spiral downward, misfortune after misfortune, to a hellish difficulty where he couldn’t climb out?

Where did the bad luck start?

That’s right, it all started when he eyed Feng Yuhuai.

At this moment, a few villas away, Feng Yuhuai was fumbling around with a detector, muttering:

". ..." Does this burden fall on me too? Come on, I’m deeper in hell mode than you are.

Zuo Bai’s brain was spinning so fast it was almost smoking. He took a deep breath and said with utmost seriousness:

"I think your way of giving gifts is wrong. Since you want to send me as a gift, you should send me whole. How can you settle for just my head?"

"You’re not being sincere enough!"

"If I were the recipient, knowing you could have given me a complete gift, but chose to send a dismembered one instead for convenience, I’d surely doubt your sincerity."

The Master of Ceremonies wore a mocking grin, seeing through Zuo Bai’s sophistry for survival in an instant.

Ridiculous, does he think I’ll be fooled?!!

But the Wild Beast suddenly grabbed the driver’s wrist, his rugged face showing rare seriousness:

"Wait, he does have a point, let him finish."

Although the Red Dragonfly and the Captain of the Constables did not comment, they perked their ears up, looking as if they were paying serious attention.

Seeing that a few people were heeding his words, Zuo Bai realized he might still have a chance for a comeback.

He steadied his chaotic breathing and continued to persuasively guide:

"... Most crucially, you still have to freeze my head. Don’t you know that frozen meat, in terms of taste, nutritional value, and appearance, falls far short of fresh meat?"

The Wild Beast nodded frequently, not as smart as the Master of Ceremonies, but always humble, willing to accept guidance from intelligent people.

The Captain of the Constables licked his fingers, as a seasoned gourmet of brain cuisine, more than anyone, he knew the lethal impact freezing has on the taste of ingredients.

Zuo Bai’s words indeed struck a chord with professional diners.

"Captain, how about we..."

The Wild Beast snapped shut the briefcase, his eyes like brass bells looking at the Captain of the Constables.

Zuo Bai held his breath, finally realizing that the Master of Ceremonies might be the brain of this team, but the one he truly needed to please was the Wild Beast!

Indeed, the favor of smart people is worthless, but the favor of fools is lifesaving at critical moments!!!

The Captain of the Constables still respected the Master of Ceremonies, looking at him.

The Master of Ceremonies rolled his eyes helplessly, indifferent to sending a head or an entire body.

The gift is just a formality, a "knocking brick" to bridge relationships, and truly bringing [Mask] into the fold has to rely on the banner of [Destiny].

He feigned a smile, his gaze drifting lightly to Wu Shou:

"You heard it, we initially planned to just use his head, prepared a gift box accordingly, easy to carry, but now, we’ll have to load him into your trunk."

"But we won’t force you, if you’re in a hurry to leave, you can go ahead, we’ll just call another car."

Sweat beaded on Wu Shou’s forehead, his head shaking like a rattle drum:

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all."

He forced a smile, internally grumbling:

"I leave, and call another car that’s still me, right~"

Hearing this, Zuo Bai’s suspended heart finally settled back in his chest.

Without another word, he was the first to walk out of the villa, adeptly flipping open the trunk, curling up into a ball inside.

Not far away, a Night Watcher clad in black aimlessly waving a detector happened to witness this bizarre scene: "??? "