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    Steven and I sat behind as we watched Quinton drive into one of the remote viges. He''d better not y any tricks.


    A man from the sixth car was sitting in the passenger seat. They were all familiar faces in the vige.


    "Mr. Lambert is here.'' The ruffian guarding the vige greeted them with a smile.


    Quinton nodded and handed him a pack of cigarettes and an envelope full of cash. This was probably the custom here.


    The ruffian weighed the envelope before nodding with a smile. He then raised his arms and let them pass. "Without this step, you''d be stopped without even entering the vige,'' Quinton said gruffly.


    Eason warned, "You''d better not be ying any tricks. Our men went back earlier, so if you dare to do anything funny, the Lamberts will immediately be seized in Huma. Your crimes will also be exposed to the public. If you cooperate with us, we''ll help you to apply for significant credits for your case.


    He eyed Quinton with obvious worry.


    The vige seemed sparsely popted, looking beyond eerie. There was not a single person in sight even as we drove in, with only one person guarding the entrance of the vige.


    "Where are the vigers?'' I asked from behind.


    "They usually don''te out, unless there are outsiders around,'' Quinton exined.


    I looked back and noticed the cars behind us following through. Zion was using the same method to enter the vige with the others.


    "They look unfamiliar," the person who came out to check on them said. Their cars were stopped in a small square in the vige.


    "They''re all heirs preparing to take over their family businesses. They''ve just returned from studying abroad and are now joining us to broaden their horizons and y around for a bit." Quinton got out of the car.


    Eason followed him down out of worry.


    "Thisd is pretty good-looking. A handsome and rich heir shouldn''tck women surrounding him,'' the person at the checkpoint said with a smile. ''People like him can get decent goods."


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    "Did hesh out?" the man asked Quinton.


    "It''s his first time, so he missed his mark, injuring one of their legs. But there''s a wolf pack behind us. They''ll finish everything up in no time." Quinton gestured at the car and lit a cigarette. ''There''s only two of them left. I''ve tied them up since the higher-ups wanted two. Do you want to have a look?"


    The man hurriedly waved a hand. "Oh, we trust in the quality of your goods. Just go in!"


    Quinton nodded before calling the others to get back into the car. The convoy soon continued their drive in. The man at the checkpoint made a call, and a ce resembling a truck scale slowly opened downward.


    As expected, Genome Society had aboratory hidden underneath this remote and rural vige. It was indeed hard to discover them here.


    Moreover, those missing persons were all rted to thisboratory, including Sarah from many years ago. "Will Maya be fine?" I asked Steven softly.


    She was in Zion''s car. I was concerned that she might feel scared and inadvertently expose them.


    "Don''t worry, I''ve taken care of it." Steven held my hand.


    Inodded and feigned being in a daze. My hands were tied as Iy in his arms. I looked out the window and saw our car passing through ane. All the cars were gathered as their exterior was disinfected, as if we were at a self-service car wash.


    Steven whispered to me, "Some of the infrastructure in thisboratory looks rather outdated. This is probably one of the oldestboratories of Genome Society."


    He had researched some of Genome Society''sboratories within the country. This one here in the deste area should be among one of the oldest.


    "I have to say, Daisy is really bold. She''s probably the only one to have set up aboratory underground at a university within the bustling city center."


    She was definitely courageous.


    After the cars were disinfected, we drove down to an underground garage. It was extremely clean, to the point of being immacte.


    They got out of the car. Several people in hazmat suits and protective headcovers walked over. "Where are the goods?"


    Quinton replied, "They''re in the car."


    The hazmat workers said, "Bring them to us."


    They were asking for the goods which meant Maya and me.


    Steven frowned and raised his arms to block them.


    "This newbie here is worried that we might not get our rewards after we hand the goods over," Quinton exined with a chuckle.


    The hazmat workers nced at Steven. Fortunately, I had told him to disguise himself beforehand.