GBP Chapter 183 The Thug in the White Coat and the Security Guard in the Tuxedo
Chapter 183 The Thug in the White Coat and the Security Guard in the Tuxedo
The night in Changxiang City is cut into countless bizarre and colorful fragments by neon lights.
Located in Xishan, the Seven Star Pavilion is like a malignant tumor embedded in the crown of the city, radiating a mesmerizing, intoxicating glow.
There are no streetlights here; the only lighting comes from rows of lantern-shaped mutant plants planted along the roadside.
The leaves of these plants are filled with luciferin, swaying gently in the evening breeze, as if summoning spirits.
A Wuling Hongguang minivan suddenly stopped in a parking lot full of Rolls-Royces and Bentleys.
The valet, dressed in a crisp uniform with spotless white gloves, was staring at the car with the look of someone looking at an alien.
The car was painted in red with the slogan "Renxin Pharmacy: Specializing in curing all kinds of insecurities," and there was even a string of garlic that had just been bought from the market hanging at the back of the car.
The car door opened.
First up was a long leg clad in black trousers... followed by thigh muscles that looked like they were about to burst the fabric.
Guan Shan sucked in his stomach hard, feeling like a sausage being forcibly stuffed into a casing.
The suit was a size too small, as Wang Minyu had requested. If he shrugged even slightly, the stitching on the back would groan as if it were about to collapse.
"Boss, I feel this uniform is even more constricting than a bulletproof vest," Guan Shan said awkwardly, tugging at his tie.
"That's right, that's called tension." Wang Minyu got out of the passenger seat, still wearing the same faded white lab coat, but now he had changed into a clean shirt and a pair of cloth shoes with thick soles.
Pierre came down last, carrying a silver incubator, his expression as serious as if he were holding a nuclear button.
The box contained the freshly cooked "Kiss of the Abyss".
"Gentlemen, this is private property." Although the valet looked down on him, his professionalism kept him polite, though his outstretched hand firmly stopped him. "Please show me your invitation."
Wang Minyu didn't move, but simply held the black business card between two fingers and flicked it lightly.
The business card flew through the air like a dart and landed precisely in the parking attendant's breast pocket.
"It was given to me by the woman in the black dress," Wang Minyu said casually. "She said I could come anytime I wanted."
The valet's expression changed; it was the proprietress's personal business card. He was about to let her through when a shrill voice cut in from the side.
"Hey, isn't this the quack doctor who sells miracle cures in the old street?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man with a large belly, holding two walnuts in his hand, with a beautiful woman with an internet celebrity face on his arm.
Wang Minyu recognized this person; he was one of the victims of the previous "Huang Daxian" scam, Mr. Zhao, who ran a building materials business.
Mr. Zhao clearly didn't learn his lesson, or rather, being in such a magnificent place gave him the illusion of class superiority.
"What? Now even barefoot doctors are allowed in places like this?" Mr. Zhao squinted, deliberately raising his voice, drawing the attention of several wealthy people who were about to enter. "Mr. Jin, isn't this a bit too low a bar? Aren't you worried that the strong smell of medicine on you will offend the VIPs inside?"
Wang Minyu stopped and turned to look at President Zhao.
In that instant, Mr. Zhao felt both of his kidneys twitch simultaneously.
"Mr. Zhao, is your prostate problem that you cured last time blocked again?" Wang Minyu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried far in the empty parking lot. "I see your forehead is red and you have dark circles under your eyes; these are signs of internal heat rising. Stop playing with those two walnuts you're holding; they're made of 'sinking wood,' which absorbs yang energy. If you keep playing with them, your reserves probably won't last until tonight."
A few low chuckles came from around them. The beautiful woman next to President Zhao took a step to the side in disgust.
"You...you're talking nonsense!" General Manager Zhao roared in exasperation, "I'm perfectly healthy!"
"Really?" Wang Minyu took a step forward and patted him on the shoulder.
This seemingly casual strike actually contained hidden internal force, perfectly sealing off General Manager Zhao's Jianjing acupoint.
"Ouch!" Half of Mr. Zhao's body went numb instantly, and the walnut in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
The two walnuts cracked open after they hit the ground, and a stream of black liquid flowed out, emitting a putrid smell.
"Look, even the walnuts are ashamed for you." Wang Minyu shook his head, stepping over the puddle of black water. "This kind of evil thing is a burial item dug up from the ground, carrying the aura of death. If President Zhao continues to wear it, next time it won't be the walnuts that fall off, but your useless little part."
Mr. Zhao was so frightened that his face turned green, and he covered his crotch, too afraid to speak.
"Let him in." A cold female voice came from inside the door.
The woman in black who had appeared at the pharmacy was standing on the steps.
Tonight she changed into a deep purple cheongsam, the color of which matched the surrounding mutated plants, making her look both alluring and eerie.
"Since Dr. Wang is here, he is a distinguished guest of Seven Star Pavilion." The woman's gaze swept over Guan Shan's tight-fitting suit, and the corner of her mouth curled up almost imperceptibly. "His taste... is quite unique."
Wang Minyu shrugged: "There's nothing I can do about it; it's to match the decor here. After all, a wilder vibe suits the 'underground' atmosphere, right?"
The woman didn't reply, but simply stepped aside to lead the way for them.
As you step through the gate, an even stronger wave of humidity hits you.
The humidity here is at least 80%, and the walls are not covered with wallpaper, but with a thick layer of velvety moss.
Countless glowing crystal tubes hung from the ceiling, filled with a pale golden liquid, like an IV drip.
The hall was already filled with people, mostly business elites in suits.
Strangely, these people all had a sickly flushed face, excited eyes, and would occasionally make unconscious scratching motions.
"Zero, scan these people," Wang Minyu said in a low voice.
A mechanical voice from Zero came through the earpiece: "The concentration of fungal spores in the environment exceeds the standard by 200%. Mycelial parasitism was detected in 85% of the guests present. Their dopamine secretion levels are three times that of normal people, and they are in a state of mass hallucination."
"Wow, this is a huge drug addict party." Wang Minyu looked at the tray the waiter brought over. It didn't contain champagne, but a blue drink in test tubes.
"That's 'Blue Dream'," the woman explained. "It's made with spring water from deep underground. Would Dr. Wang like to try some?"
"No thanks." Wang Minyu waved his hand. "I have a sensitive stomach and can't drink things that haven't been sterilized at high temperatures. Pierre, bring out our food."
Pierre opened the incubator.
The "brain slices" that had been fried until golden brown and emitted a strange aroma were revealed.
This flavor is too overpowering.
It's different from the cloyingly sweet "Blue Dream"; instead, it has a highly aggressive, primal meaty aroma.
The guests who had been whispering in the hall almost simultaneously twitched their noses and turned their eyes in unison.
It's like a pack of wolves that's been starving for three days suddenly smelling blood.
"What is this?" The woman's pupils contracted slightly, and the purple halo swirled even faster.
"A little gift," Wang Minyu said with a smile. "This is the tenderest piece of meat from that 'big guy' at First Experimental High School. Compared to your watered-down drinks, this is a true 'divine gift.' Why don't you invite me in for a chat about how to open that cage?"
The woman's eyes changed.
What began as playful observation has transformed into a wary scrutiny.
"Dr. Wang is indeed an expert." She gestured for them to enter. "The auction is about to begin. Please come to the private room on the second floor."