It was Mike Corden. A man wearing a white coat, a mask, and a hat stood beside Mike. Austin could not see his face, but he was
holding a familiar-looking tray with a syringe and a bottle of drugs.
The man bent over, took Austin’s arm, and jabbed it with the syringe.
Austin felt as if a mosquito had bitten him. He wanted to struggle free but was unable to move. Without much energy, he felt limp
and thought something was wrong with his body.
“Argh... argh...” He struggled in vain to make a sound as if something was choking him.
The man in the white coat straightened up after pulling out the needle. He had emptied whatever drug was inside the syringe into
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Austin wanted to chide him and ask what they injected him with. He wished to know what they were doing because he felt like a
1000-pound rock was weighing him down.
‘It looks like I'm not dead yet, but worse! Before this, | at least knew | was in the research institute's basement, but now | have no
idea where | am, who that guy is, or what he’s trying to do.”
Austin wondered how much longer he needed to stay in the dark.
Soon there was a reaction in his body. He felt warm, bloated, limp, and numb as if tens of thousands of ants were crawling through
his veins and biting him. It felt so terrible that he wanted to scream and scold someone.
“Argh!” After a while, he finally managed to scream aloud.
He found his voice and was shocked at first. Then he becoverjoyed as he turned to Mike to give him an earful, “You animal! |
thought you were a good man, yet you're one of them. What the f*ck are you guys up to? What did you put inside me? What kind
of experiment are you doing? Is it something against humanity? You—"
“Five minutes and 18 seconds,” Mike pressed his stopwatch and said coldly.
Stunned, Austin stopped his tirade abruptly. “What?
“You're weaker than | imagined.” Mike put down his stopwatch-holding hand and looked disappointed.
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‘Not only did | get kidnapped, made unconscious, and imprisoned as their guinea pig, but now | have to endure such humiliation!”
Austin’s face flushed. “I'm not weak! You were the one who resorted to such despicable means—spiking the food?! | thought you
were a good man! | dare you to letgo and have a one-on-one fight withto see who's the weak one!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Mike shook his head, sat on a chair beside him, and leisurely crossed his legs. He looked at Austin and said, “Even a
kindergartener knows not to eat any food offered by strangers. Are you mentally weak for not knowing such a simple thing?”
“You...” After getting mocked, Austin blushed but was unable to retort. After a while, he gave up trying to argue with Mike and
calmed down to start asking questions, “Who the f*ck are you guys? Are you experimenting on me?”
At this juncture, he finally began to understand. ‘The drug they injectedwith doesn’t seem to be lethal. Bluntly put, there are
thousands of ways to kill me, and they don’t have to wait until now. So could it be an experiment?’