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The young man named Zhang Hua was pinned down on the dissection table by his colleagues, who proceeded to vivisect him. Soon, he fell silent, completely transformed into a lifeless corpse.
"Ha ha, not bad! This technique looks quite professional," Lu Xiaoran said, clapping his hands and stepping forward with a satisfied nod towards the group.
"B-Brother," one of the men standing at the front of the crowd cautiously spoke up, tentatively addressing Lu Xiaoran. "We did as you instructed. Can you let us go now?"
Lu Xiaoran snorted coldly in response, his gaze turning icy. "I never said that after dissecting one person, you could leave. Now choose another person and dissect him just like before."
The group exchanged glances, their faces reflecting shock and fear. "W-What do we do? Who should we choose this time?"
They whispered among themselves, deliberating on who should be the next sacrifice.
Suddenly, one of the middlemen, who had been holding the scalpel, suddenly thrust it into the chest of a young man standing in front of him with all his might.
"What are you doing? Ouch!" The young man had no time to react before bright red blood began to pour out from the wound where the scalpel had pierced.
Due to the proximity of the stab to his heart, a major artery was ruptured. In a matter of moments, overwhelmed by blood loss, the young man collapsed to the ground.
"Lao Liu, what are you doing?" The others rushed over, their faces filled with shock as they looked at the middle-aged man who had just stabbed him.
"He... he’s beyond saving now. Just use him for dissection," the middle-aged man said with a stiff smile, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
He knew that he hadn’t gotten along well with his colleagues in the past. If they were allowed to choose again, it was highly likely that he would end up like Zhang Hua—selected as the next victim. Thus, he had acted first and inflicted a fatal wound on the young man standing before him.
Indeed, this kind of severe bleeding couldn't last much longer.
As they looked at the Young Man lying on the ground, the crowd standing nearby gradually accepted Lao Liu's suggestion. After all, using this person as a sacrifice for dissection meant they could escape their own fate, no longer worrying about being chosen as the next victim.
Alright, it's decided then.
Once everyone agreed, the injured and unconscious Young Man was moved onto the Dissection Table. As the procedure began, it didn't take long for him to end up like Zhang Hua had moments before—nothing more than a broken corpse.
After the dissection was completed, those gathered around turned their gazes toward Lu Xiaoran. Their eyes were filled with hope, wishing that Lu Xiaoran would acknowledge what they had done and show them mercy, allowing them to leave alive.
"What are you looking at me for? It's time to choose the next one."
Lu Xiaoran waved his hand dismissively at the crowd and spoke coldly. Upon hearing this, the group felt their hearts sink, their expressions dimming in despair.
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