I am weak and friendly

Chapter 191 Could it be that I can finally join the Dragon Group?

Fan Zhihong lay on the hospital bed, his body covered in tubes.

When he first arrived here, he struggled, but then he gave up.

Not only because his hands were handcuffed to the bed, but also because his body was weakening at an incomprehensible rate.

More importantly, because of the intense, extreme pain.

Countless times, he fell asleep in agony, dreaming that he was still alive, but was thrown into the incinerator.

He frantically pounded on the incinerator, trying to tell others, "I'm still alive! Help! Help! Let me out!"

But no one answered him. He felt as if he were trapped in a transparent box, and every time this happened, he would wake up in a fright.

Then they discovered that they were not trapped in the incinerator.

But his body was in more pain than if he had been cremated.

He was unable to speak or express himself.

But it wasn't always like that. Later, the people guarding him brought him a "translation device" so that he could communicate with the outside world.

This was the first time he had ever seen something more advanced than his own world in this world.

However, he was unable to answer any of the questions asked by the other party.

The other party also couldn't help him escape from this painful and near-death experience.

He was trapped in that agonizing hell, where sleeping meant hellish dreams and waking meant living hell.

He thought he would stay like this until he died.

He felt that his days were numbered.

He was unwilling to accept it, but he was powerless and helpless.

Until he heard the door being opened again.

He opened his eyes, glanced at them, and then tried to close them again, but suddenly his eyes widened.

"Waaah... Uh... Ahh..." He struggled on the hospital bed. Although he couldn't speak, he seemed extremely anxious.

Seeing his performance, Gao Ming didn't know what to say.

You're being way too hasty.

In fact, during this period, his exchanges with Fan Zhihong went like this:
"What exactly is your organization?"

"I want to see Young Master Tang."

"answer my question!"

"I want to see Young Master Tang."

There is no Young Master Tang here.

"I want to see Tang."

"Answer my question and I'll let you see Tang."

"I want to see Tang."

This is the "irrelevant" information provided by Fan Zhihong.

The back-and-forth went nowhere, and it seemed that there were some things Fan Zhihong would rather take to his grave than tell him.

Their medical advisor told them that if they waited any longer, Fan Zhihong would really die, which is why they called Tang Yiping over.

“He can’t speak, let me turn on the device,” Gao Ming said, walking toward the camera fixed to the headboard.

Then he heard Fan Zhihong's somewhat hoarse voice: "Young Master Tang...!"

clever:"???"

Aren't you unable to speak?
Are they all pretending?

What the hell...

“I already told you, call me Tang classmate,” Tang Yiping said.

What kind of nonsense is this? What era are we living in? Still calling someone "young master"?

Just now, he withdrew the weakness he had injected.

He saw that in his [Weakness Insight] skill, the previously extinguished [Acquired Brain Injury] lit up again, and then merged with another [Acquired Brain Injury], becoming [Acquired Brain Injury] *2.

In the game, [Stab Stab Technique: Weakness Injection] is a god-tier skill that combines control and damage output, but it is an activation skill.

"I'm sorry, Tang." Fan Zhihong struggled, seemingly trying to sit up, but his body was too weak.

Although Tang Yiping was not the young master Tang, having him lying in front of him made him very uneasy.

His gaze towards Tang Yiping was complex, containing "admiration," "fear," and something else that was difficult to define, but this kind of gaze was unfamiliar to Tang Yiping.

That wasn't the way other people would look at him.

Tang Yiping sighed.

"What do you want from me? Tell me, I'm listening," Tang Yiping said. "This might be your last chance."

"Tang...please...save my family," Fan Zhihong said.

“I can’t save your family,” Tang Yiping shook his head. “If that’s all you want to say, I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t help you.” “No, no, no, I don’t need your personal intervention. Just let me go back…” Seemingly afraid that Tang Yiping would refuse, he quickly said, “I’m willing to pledge my loyalty to you, I swear! I’m very useful. As long as you allow me to go back, I’ll do anything!”

"Okay, then get into Tsinghua University."

Fan Zhihong: "???"

Gao Ming almost collapsed to the ground. Is this the time to be making jokes?

"Or, you can do whatever you want to me, you can make me suffer ten times more, a hundred times more, even if you make me die immediately after saving my family, just give me a chance, I only ask for one chance... let me go back... to my family, they... they... still have a chance, they are still waiting for me..."

“If you want to save people, we can help you, but you need to answer our questions,” Gao Ming finally found an opportunity to interject.

He felt this was an opportunity for a breakthrough.

The fact that Fan Zhihong has people he cares about indicates that he has weaknesses and vulnerabilities, and vulnerabilities can be exploited.

But to everyone's surprise, Fan Zhihong didn't even glance at him, as if he were invisible. He just stared intently at Tang Yiping, looking nervous and expectant.

“If you answer his question, I might consider helping you,” Tang Yiping said.

That's why he was invited here today.

As for the trial of Fan Zhihong and his own morality, let's put that aside for now.

Moreover... Fan Zhihong's performance made him seem very powerful and terrifying. He didn't know what Fan Zhihong had projected onto him, but the person Fan Zhihong "worshipped" and "feared" was probably not him.

Fan Zhihong paused for a moment, then looked at Gao Ming beside him: "Tang... classmate, is it really okay for your subordinates to know this?"

He paused. "Is he... loyal to you?"

clever:"……"

Am I Tang's subordinate?

Are you blind?! How could I possibly be Tang's subordinate?
And you actually question my loyalty to Tang? Who is Tang's subordinate, you or me?
Wait a minute... why do these two seem off?
Tang Yiping was also stumped by the question.

He decided to ask his comrades-in-arms, with whom he had fought side by side for so long.

"Where's the police officer?" Tang Yiping called out.

"Here it is."

Li Tieqiang popped out in response; he had originally planned to listen from behind the one-way glass.

Tang Yiping looked at Li Tieqiang, then at Gao Ming, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Li Tieqiang looked at Gao Ming, then at Tang Yiping.

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

Tang Yiping nodded.

Behind him, Zhao Xinyi squeezed past Li Tieqiang and came in, intending to listen as well.

Li Tieqiang glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

"Everyone else, leave here for now," Gao Ming ordered after a moment's thought.

Footsteps could be heard outside, and soon most of the people left.

Then Gao Ming looked at Tang Yiping, then at Li Tieqiang, and said to Tang Yiping, "I knew it, you must be a member of the Dragon Group too!"

"What Dragon Group?" Tang Yiping was completely bewildered.

Gao Ming revealed a mysterious and profound smile.

Go ahead and pretend.

Tang Yiping asked Gao Ming, "Are you really planning to listen to what's coming next? Knowing these things might not be a good thing..."

Tang Yiping felt that if he had the choice, he might not want to get involved in all this mess and would rather let the taller person take the blame.

Now, I've become the tallest.

Gao Ming nodded and said solemnly, "I am ready to protect this world!"

He was incredibly excited.

Has he finally been recognized and is going to join the Dragon Group?
"Then ask away," Tang Yiping said to Gao Ming.

"Should I ask?" Gao Ming was taken aback.

I don't know what to ask!

I understand, this must be a test for me!

Is this considered an interview?

I must do my best!

He thought for a moment and then asked his first question:
"What exactly is your organization? What is your purpose?"

Fan Zhihong glanced at Tang Yiping and replied, "We... are a special operations team. Our goal is to seize negative entropy."

clever:"????"

No, what?

play for real?
Why can't I understand?
Next, Gao Ming heard the most bizarre story of his life.

(End of this chapter)