In a luxurious hall filled with melodious classical piano music, Wang Zhen's expression suddenly froze. A middle-aged man in a tuxedo was seated on the sofa in the hall, surrounded by eight burly men armed with guns.

Greenie hurried over to the side of the middle-aged man and whispered a few words softly.

The middle-aged man, who had been resting with closed eyes, opened his eyes halfway and glanced at the two with indifference. "Are you here to pick up the goods?" he asked casually.

Hans immediately responded in a low voice, and the middle-aged man waved his hand casually, prompting a large man behind him to walk away.

Wang Zhen looked warily at the armed men, and the middle-aged man seemed to sense his caution.

With a hint of amusement, the middle-aged man said kindly, "There are many people interested in me."

Wang Zhen forced a standard smile. "Sir, truth hides in mystery. It seems quite difficult to meet you in person."

The middle-aged man pulled out a cigar, and a henchman immediately stepped forward to light it. After a puff of smoke, he said nonchalantly, "I've survived because I'm cautious. No one can say for sure how many people around me want me dead. Hosey, not far away, met his end quickly because he got used to being the boss."

Wang Zhen's smile grew broader. "I recall someone formidable saying, 'A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.'"

The middle-aged man, his eyes squinting from the smoke, continued, "Exactly. I've survived precisely because I'm cautious. This world is cruel, and there aren't many who can truly claim to be alive; they merely exist. Those clueless people out there aren't worthy of being called humans. They're nothing but fodder for us, or should I say, 'it'."

The middle-aged man flashed a row of white teeth and continued in a low voice, "If we don't trade, we can't survive. I'm what many people hope for—a proxy. Without me, who else can do it? You should understand what I mean. So, why are you in this line of work? For money?"

Wang Zhen's expression turned sour, and he murmured, "If it were for money, I wouldn't be sitting here." He hesitated for a moment before asking, "And what about you? What's your reason?"

The middle-aged man, somewhat surprised by Wang Zhen's question, thought for a moment and chuckled. "Initially, it was for money and power, but it became a habit. So, are you in this for power?"

Wang Zhen glanced at the 'human stick' and caught a glimpse of those fierce eyes, feeling a surge of thoughts in his mind, then smiled ruefully. "Perhaps. I have an awkward request."

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The middle-aged man, taken aback by Wang Zhen's request, paused before saying, "I didn't want to entertain any requests from you initially, but I have a good feeling about you. State your request."

Wang Zhen pointed his finger and said loudly, "The one with the scalpel, stop." Afterward, he apologized with a smile and approached the person holding the scalpel with a somewhat stiff expression.

Wang Zhen politely smiled and extended his hand.

The doctor, looking puzzled, glanced at Wang Zhen, then at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, with keen interest, nodded, and the doctor placed the scalpel in Wang Zhen's hand. Blood immediately stained Wang Zhen's hand as it dripped down his fingers.

Wang Zhen smiled and approached the 'human stick,' gazing deeply into her eyes—wolf-like eyes, full of hatred.

After a brief moment, Wang Zhen picked up a pair of rubber gloves and covered his bloodied palm. The scalpel danced in his hand, while the doctor, initially impatient, became increasingly astonished.

After more than ten minutes, Wang Zhen set down the suturing needle and looked at the doctor.

The doctor, snapping out of his daze, immediately applauded and looked at Wang Zhen with excitement.

The middle-aged man, appearing beside them unknowingly, stood a bit farther from Wang Zhen, somewhat puzzled. "What's this?" he asked.

The doctor, excitedly, exclaimed, "Boss, just now, this guy... he directly sutured the blood vessels I just cut, perfectly astonishing!"

The middle-aged man, even more puzzled, turned to Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen removed the rubber gloves and tossed them into the nearby trash bin. "To meet my boss's satisfaction, I had to harvest the kidney. You know, safety is the boss's priority. Money is not an issue. That's why I'm here."

The middle-aged man suddenly understood Wang Zhen's implication and extended his hand. "I'm Mark. Nice to meet you. You truly are a corporate person."

Wang Zhen also shook Mark's hand, stained with blood, and smiled. "Wang Zhen."

This time, they conversed on equal footing.

Mark wiped his hand on the doctor's white coat and said, smiling, "Move the life-support system along with Mr. Wang Zhen, but double the price. I think... your boss won't mind."

Wang Zhen smiled. "Of course. Pleasure doing business with you."

Hans pushed the life-support system behind Wang Zhen, and Greenie respectfully placed it in the trunk of the car.

Due to the need for smuggling, the car's trunk had been modified, providing ample space even after accommodating the life-support system.

After securing the system, Greenie reminded, "This life-support system can only operate for seventy-two hours."

Wang Zhen's gaze was icy yet calm, and he smiled, patting Greenie's shoulder. "Thank you."

The door slammed shut, and the car swiftly left the area.

Watching the car disappear from the doorway, Mark hurriedly returned. Greenie, somewhat puzzled, asked, "Boss, why did you do that?"

Mark, with a dark expression, looked back at Greenie, who immediately lowered his head.

In a low, ominous tone, Mark said, "He's a corporate man, and he knows a secret delivery route. Not everyone can safely transport such goods into the city. Have you made all the arrangements, Greenie?"

Greenie, bowing respectfully, replied, "Yes, boss. The maximum tracking distance is ten kilometers."

Mark turned to Greenie, "Send the bloodhounds. I must know this secret smuggling route. Try not to let them notice, but if necessary, do whatever it takes."

Greenie nodded, "Yes, boss. I'll arrange it immediately."