My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

While Chris was silent, Galan, who noticed his situation, also realized that the guy didn't get anything actually useful, and at most he just felt weird.

Galan's mouth corners could not help but slightly rise, revealing an ambiguous smile, his eyes revealing a bit of arrogance, he dragged out a long tone and chuckled: "Hey~ buddy, what's wrong with you? Are you okay~?"

"Did you find anything? Did you..." Galan paused, and pulled the corners of his mouth upwards. He couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh, "Haha~ Nothing gained! Right?!"

He had long guessed that the guy in front of him would not gain anything, because... this body had a very "bad taste" setting, which in a way could be considered his love for... that person? But if we talk about it openly... it's better to say "malice".

"It seems... you already knew it." Chris suddenly raised his hand and pushed his glasses with his fingertips, which had slightly slipped down. He turned around slowly and walked to Galan, who was separated from him by a special iron cage. A dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

No wonder he cooperated so well.

"Hey, don't be so fierce~" Galan decisively ignored the gloom in his eyes, spread his hands in a helpless manner, and said with a chuckle: "Actually, I'm not too sure what will happen. After all, I won't... play with my own blood~"

Chris stared at the person in front of him with cold eyes. It seemed necessary to "dissect" this guy.

At this moment, Herman, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared in the laboratory. He seemed to be able to teleport freely in the player city and could appear here instantly with just a thought.

"Mr. Chris, how are you getting on?"

Herman's appearance is always accompanied by a golden particle special effect. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised with a gentle smile, and his eyes gradually fall on the two people in the iron cage.

If Herman wasn't worried about the two guys running away, he wouldn't want to come back to work overtime. No one would want to work overtime, right? Especially... the kind of overtime that doesn't get overtime pay.

Galan saw that the person coming was Herman. He raised his eyebrows slightly. Not only was he not afraid at all, he even asked with some doubt: "You don't have any subordinates? Why do you all... do it yourself? Isn't this too uncool?"

"Although it is a little bit, but it is better to do it yourself than... hand it over to a bunch of useless idiots, right?" Herman thought for a while, stroking his chin, and came up with a more appropriate conclusion. Then he added thoughtfully: "The main reason is... it can effectively prevent you from escaping~"

Galan also rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and silently said: "Hmm...it's cheap."

Herman didn't have any idea. He was just curious about what Chris would do to such an arrogant guy.

So... Galan was successfully arrested and put on the operating table, with his hands and feet tied to the table.

If nothing unexpected happens, the child will be dissected next.

With Herman present, the chances of Galan and Adrian escaping are extremely slim...

However, Galan himself was actually very afraid of pain when being dissected, and even asked others to be gentle when drawing his blood. However, when he was about to be dissected, he did not show any panic on his face, and even had a calm attitude.

Galan was a little uncomfortable because of the swaying of the big chandelier above his head. Speaking of which... couldn't these guys be taken a little further away when performing the dissection? Adrian was still watching... What if he scared the little zombie psychologically?

The sharp blade was approaching Galan's chest. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head away, not wanting to witness the moment when he was ripped open. They didn't even apply potion to him, perhaps because they thought Galan would not die.

However, the moment Galan turned his head, he unexpectedly saw Adrian inside the cage, taking out a black sword with purple light patterns hidden in the inventory - an obsidian heavy sword.

Well... Galan already knew what was going to happen next.

Adrian held the obsidian heavy sword tightly in both hands, his dark green eyes staring straight in the direction of Galan. He bent his legs slightly, instantly took up his stance, spun around, and split the cage that restricted him with one blade.

At that moment, every move that Adrian made instantly attracted the attention of the two people in front of the operating table. With the splashing of two bottles of weakness splash potion, Herman and Chris's ability to move was slowed down at that moment.

"… ..…"

Herman looked down at the particle effects surrounding him, then slowly raised his eyes, staring at Adrian rushing towards him with dim eyes.

"You..." Chris glanced at Herman with a gloomy look. He remembered that Herman had told him before that all the weapons had been taken away.

So the current situation...is it another so-called accident?

Herman has not yet fully mastered Notch's power, which means he is still affected by the Weakness Potion. He did not seem to expect that Adrian would have the courage to confront him head-on, and the effect of the Weakness Potion did not have much impact on Herman.

Chris decisively chose to step back and left all the following matters to Herman.

After all, it was his fault.

Herman suddenly raised his hand and a diamond sword appeared in his hand in an instant. He easily took Adrian's attack. Along with the sound of the blades colliding, sparks flew when the heavy sword and the long sword intersected.

"No way... Adrian, stop doing this!" Galan's expression suddenly panicked. He had never thought that Adrian would hide anything on his body, but... according to the characteristics of this world, as long as he didn't hand it over... then it would always remain in his inventory.

But he was being too reckless! Dissection would be painful for Galan, but it would not lead to his death.

Moreover... even if Galan was dissected and died just like that, for him... it would just speed up the process.