Right Hand slowly withdrew the needle that had been inserted into Wang Rui's brain and returned to his original state. "Carry him out and dump him on the street," he said.
"Is that it?"
Chen Yang squatted down and picked up the thief. At over sixty kilograms, his weight was hardly felt by Chen.
"Yes, I've implanted my offshoot into his brain. I can feel his state of life and death at any time. This way, only when he dies will I know the results of the experiment."
Chen Yang sighed to himself. It was just the thief's bad luck. Of all the places to rob, he had to come to his house. It was like refusing to take the path to heaven and insisting on breaking into hell.
Holding the thief, he opened the door and quickly left the lane under the cover of darkness. He tossed the thief onto the silent street and then Chen Yang turned to leave.
It wasn't until almost half an hour later that Wang Rui, dazed and disoriented, was jolted awake by the severe headache.
"Where am I?"
