Chapter 95

"Damn, Brother Zhao, you look way too pathetic. It’s like you’re playing to the point of killing yourself."

Xiong Zhiqi came to Zhao Zhu’s side and saw him almost collapsed into a heap of mud. He smacked his lips, expressing great astonishment. He knew that Zhao Zhu had pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion, the kind of exhaustion that was just a step away from death.

Therefore, Zhao Zhu was now unable to respond to Xiong Zhiqi; he had no strength left to speak.

Xiong Zhiqi took out a wallet from his pocket. The wallet had a compartment containing some pills and several fine syringes. He first took out a green pill and put it in Zhao Zhu’s mouth, then took out a syringe, inserted the needle into Zhao Zhu’s arm, and injected the medicine into his body. After that, he lifted Zhao Zhu’s body with both hands and carried him on his back.

"Brother Zhao, you should be fine now. Although you might end up with a disability... but it’s not a big deal, it’s just a temporary one. You’ll be fine by the next mission world," Xiong Zhiqi said. "Once Jing~Chong deals with that girl, we’ll leave."

Zhao Zhu had closed his eyes, seemingly unconscious or asleep.

...

On a rainy day at West Lake, the mountains and water were shrouded in a misty haze. The lake surface was covered with a light silver sheen, and the peaks seemed veiled, gently swaying in the wind, creating a mesmerizing scene.

By the lakeside, a young man sat in a wheelchair. Behind him, a woman in a light blue work uniform held an umbrella over him. The man was telling humorous jokes, and the woman laughed continuously, her already prominent chest trembling with each laugh.

Even Zhao Zhu, watching this scene, felt a bit dry-mouthed and couldn’t help but admire Fan Pian’s thoughtfulness in choosing this attractive tea house employee to take care of his living arrangements.

The woman’s name was Chen Xinru, a local from Hangzhou, 26 years old, who had a boyfriend and planned to get married by the end of the year.

Initially, she had complained about the job of taking care of a patient, but after meeting Zhao Zhu, her complaints vanished. Zhao Zhu’s wit and charm were far superior to her fiancé’s, and the two were worlds apart. Additionally, Zhao Zhu had casually given her 10,000 yuan as a tip, which improved her impression of him even more. She was grateful for the opportunity to have this job. Apart from pushing Zhao Zhu around for walks, he didn’t trouble her with other nursing tasks or daily chores.

Of course, she didn’t know that even with his disability, Zhao Zhu, with his mental powers, could manage his daily life without much difficulty, and even more easily than an ordinary person.

"Ah, what a pity, such a young and handsome man, yet he has to sit in a wheelchair," Chen Xinru thought, looking at Zhao Zhu in the wheelchair.

At the same time, her hands reached out and rested on Zhao Zhu’s shoulders. This wasn’t an attempt to seduce him; it was perhaps just a woman’s instinct to comfort a man.

Feeling the warmth on his shoulders, Zhao Zhu naturally reached out and patted Chen Xinru’s hand. Although Chen Xinru was indeed attractive, Zhao Zhu didn’t have too many thoughts about it, especially given his current condition, where 50% of his body was paralyzed. Using mental powers to control himself for such activities would be... too tasteless and animalistic.

Meanwhile, Xiong Zhiqi and Zhu Jianping, who were also strolling by the lake, saw this scene. Zhu Jianping, with a sausage in his mouth, couldn’t help but shake his head.

"Rich kids are rich kids. Even in a wheelchair, they can still flirt and even gain sympathy from girls. I can feel that girl’s pity for him. Tsk, if Zhao Dashaoye wants to, he could probably roll into bed with her for some close physical contact."

"Are you jealous?" Xiong Zhiqi said, biting into a pancake. "Jealous that Brother Zhao is a rich and handsome guy, even in a wheelchair, while you, even with both legs working and not in a wheelchair, are still short, poor, and ugly."

"Shut up, fatty. If you keep talking, I’ll hypnotize you and make you run naked on Su Causeway."

"Do you believe I’ll slap you so hard your pants will tear?"

"..."

Zhao Zhu, of course, didn’t care about what Xiong Zhiqi and Zhu Jianping were up to. It had been nearly a month since the battle in the parking lot, and Zhao Zhu had been living a seemingly simple but actually complex life in his wheelchair.

"The rain has stopped. Let’s take a walk."

"Sure," Chen Xinru agreed, putting away the umbrella and pushing Zhao Zhu’s wheelchair to continue their stroll by the lake.

"Where are you planning to have your wedding? At a hotel or at home?"

"Boss said I can have it at the tea house for free, but I still feel a bit uncomfortable about it."

"Ha, your boss is a good person."

"He is indeed. He treats us employees well, but lately, he’s been very reclusive. I rarely see him, and I don’t know what he’s busy with."

Zhao Zhu naturally knew what was going on. Fan Pian was busy in the lab refining mithril. He didn’t find it tiring but rather enjoyed it immensely.

After half an hour, Zhao Zhu looked at the sky and said, "It’s getting late. Let’s head back."

"Okay."

...

Back at the tea house, Zhao Zhu didn’t rush to have dinner. Instead, he pushed his wheelchair into the basement. Inside the basement was a hidden room with several independent chambers, one of which was Fan Pian’s lab. However, Zhao Zhu didn’t come to see Fan Pian, who didn’t like being disturbed while working. Zhao Zhu pushed his wheelchair into the room next to the lab.

"Click"

The light turned on, and the room was sparsely furnished, with a cold and bloody atmosphere.

A young girl was chained to the wall, her body pierced by iron chains. Several incense sticks were burning beside her, constantly weakening her body and mind. Despite this, when the light came on, she quickly opened her eyes. Her eyes were deeply weary but still held a glint of determination.

"Zhao Zhu, why... don’t you just kill me."

Chen Fei asked weakly. Her injuries were worsening but not fatal, causing her to endure inhuman torture every day.

"Killing you would make you worthless. Just like when I saved you in Jurassic Park, I could have killed you then, but I didn’t."

Zhao Zhu didn’t move his wheelchair forward because there was a small barrier ahead, trapping the incense’s effects inside. Zhao Zhu didn’t want to inhale the fumes.

Using his mental powers, a knife and a glass bottle flew up.

The sharp knife pierced Chen Fei’s skin, and her cat demon blood began to flow, collected in the bottle. After filling it halfway, the knife flew back, and the bottle containing the cat demon blood returned to Zhao Zhu.

Chen Fei had many such wounds on her body, indicating that Zhao Zhu had been extracting blood from her multiple times. In fact, for the past half month, Zhao Zhu had been coming here every night to draw blood from her.

"What are you doing with my blood?"

After the blood was taken, Chen Fei became even weaker.

"You don’t need to know. Goodnight, dear."

Zhao Zhu said, and his wheelchair, moved by his mental powers, left the room and the basement. He then left the tea house and went to the lakeside alone.

The blood in the bottle was poured into the West Lake. Soon, a circle of red blood gathered and merged into one spot. A white snake emerged from the water, opened its mouth, and swallowed the blood.

"Thanks to her demon blood, I might have a chance to see you again."

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