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Allen Zhang put away his phone and also took a vehicle to the mountain camp. After arriving at the camp, the Beggar Gang Disciples carried the bound bodyguards and Martini to the laboratory, where Dr. Jerry, who had prepared the chemical agents, came in wearing a white lab coat and a mask.

"Ha ha, new laborers? Wait a minute, haven't I seen you somewhere before? Aren't you an executive shareholder of Lightning Petroleum?" Dr. Jerry was surprised to discover that Martini was a big fish.

Martini did not recognize such a minor character and could not recall where he had met Dr. Jerry.

But when he was stripped by the Beggar Gang Disciples and sent into the laboratory, lying on the experiment table, the cold, piercing sensation instantly made him shiver with mental breakdown and he began to cry out helplessly.

Dr. Jerry kindly helped him remove the gag from his mouth, and Martini was truly terrified. He had never imagined ending up like this, and started wailing with snot and tears, "What are you going to do! Don't do this! This is illegal!"

"Don't yell and scream, keep quiet, my friend. Whether you are a billionaire or a destitute beggar, as long as you lie on this bed, I will treat you all the same!"

Dr. Jerry, with professional dedication, took out a needle and syringe from the side, comfortingly saying, "I'll make you very quiet! Just like the Priest beside you, his intelligence is now that of a three-year-old."

The Priest had a vacant gaze and a dazed expression.

Allen Zhang first went to see the private detective who had been brought over, as well as Scavenger Maji's team. The former had already changed into work clothes, responsible for construction work in the mountain camp, while the latter was being well taken care of. Bailey and Melvin had already found and persuaded the truck driver, who agreed to testify in court, wrapping things up without sending him over here.

After comforting them, Allen Zhang also came to the laboratory, pushed the door open, and brought people in to watch the process. The last time he was here was to observe the entire process of the Priest being injected with the drug.

This time it was an upgrade, with a billionaire involved.

Martini, seeing someone come in, began to plead desperately, "You can't do this to me! This is a crime! Our board will not let you get away with this! You have no idea who you've offended! You've touched capital's cake! You will definitely die miserably! If you let me go, I'll pretend this never happened! Otherwise, if I suddenly vanish, the board and the FBI will definitely investigate thoroughly!"

"What did you say? Your board is already struggling to protect themselves!"

"Do you think you wealthy can recklessly compete maliciously, kidnap, extort, murder, act outrageously towards strangers, and then just spend some money to get away with it, becoming lawless tyrants? Should ordinary people who rise up in resistance have to consider the law and means?"

"Must the poor always play nice and be bullied by you, even if whipped to a bloody pulp, still have to rely on the justice of law to punish you, otherwise they are bad people, morally corrupt! Even if they manage to expose your true nature after all the scheming, in the end, they can only watch helplessly as you enjoy luxury in private prisons with women, spending some money and getting bailed out after a few years, is that right? Is that correct?"

Allen Zhang sneered coldly, "Now my fist is bigger than yours, so what I do is right. I'm the damn capital! I don't give a damn about consequences! Even God can't save you, I'm telling you!"

"Give him five injections!!"

The General Sect Leader can't stand this kind of arrogance.

Damn it, you've come to my turf, and you're still rampant, threatening me?

Do I have no backup? Can I let you bully me? Do you really think the General Sect Leader started from scratch as a good person?

The moment you harbored greed, your Death Omen Star already began to flash red.

"Alright then." Dr. Jerry looked at the General Sect Leader in disbelief, hesitated for a moment, and didn't mention that giving five injections could easily be fatal. After all, the General Sect Leader was in high spirits, and it's likely even a passing dog could get a couple of shots!

The bodyguard quickly spoke up, "I'm just a security guard, I don't know anything, please let me go. My thigh is injured, I need treatment!"

"You're helping a tyrant, you're no good either, you were the one most enthusiastic with women in the small videos!" Allen Zhang pointed at his nose and cursed, "Give him eight injections!"

"Eight injections might kill him, directly causing brain death," Dr. Jerry hesitated.

"Brain death, but the body isn't dead. If the body isn't dead, it doesn't count as death," Allen Zhang responded, "Physical suffering is weak, spirit everlasting. Aren't you a believer in God?"

"You make a good point, I'm at a loss for words," Dr. Jerry was speechless for a moment.

"I didn't do anything..." the driver, on the verge of tears, still wanted to plead.

"You, 10 injections!!"

"..."

Dr. Jerry was shocked, even a donkey couldn't be injected like that.

Allen Zhang took a deep breath to calm his anger, waved his hand, "Forget it, this driver isn't much of a problem, just a few instances of paying minors for relationships, consensual affairs, I can't control that, just give him two injections, let him spend the rest of his life paralyzed in bed."