Mu Lin had noticed these people the moment they entered. Without even turning his head, his psychic senses detected their peculiarities. First, their attire didn’t match their demeanor—wearing clothes that clashed with their rough temperament, perfectly illustrating the old saying, “a monkey in fine clothes.” Second, they were all carrying firearms without the necessary permits, which ruled out the possibility of them being from the Bureau of Supervision or any government agency. They could only be members of the underworld.
Mu Lin found it odd. He had already eliminated the threat of the Black Tiger Gang, and the Hudson family was currently preoccupied with their own troubles. Who in New York would still be after him? He couldn’t get an immediate answer to this question because the group tailing him was a veritable melting pot of races—white, black, red, and yellow. Simply following them wouldn’t reveal anything, so he waited.
Before their blow darts were even fired, his psychic senses had already analyzed the poison on the needles: the most advanced, high-potency anesthetic currently available internationally. Given Mu Lin’s status, he was well aware of its properties—even an elephant would be knocked out within five seconds, remaining unconscious for less than two hours. Only elite military units, special police forces, and certain government investigative agencies in the U.S. had access to it; it was impossible to find on the black market. Whoever was behind this had significant backing, Mu Lin mused.
He immediately channeled his true energy into his pant legs, hardening them like thin steel plates. The darts bounced off harmlessly. Then, Mu Lin slowly slumped onto the table, controlling his breathing and pulse to mimic unconsciousness while letting his hand drop limply from the edge. With a subtle motion, he used telekinesis to draw the darts into his ring.
Seeing Mu Lin collapse, the men assumed the anesthetic had taken effect. Several of them, sitting at nearby tables, quickly stood and approached, shaking his body while feigning panic. “Tony! What’s wrong? How did you suddenly pass out?” they cried, acting as if he were their companion, their faces etched with exaggerated concern.
One of their accomplices immediately pulled out a cell phone and made a call. Soon, an ambulance screeched to a halt outside the café. Several men in white coats jumped out, carrying a stretcher inside.
The men “helping” Mu Lin waved the medics over, who promptly loaded him onto the stretcher and rushed him into the ambulance. The vehicle sped away from Fifth Avenue, Mu Lin motionless the entire time, letting them move him as they pleased. In truth, his psychic senses had already unraveled their identities, and his true energy was fully primed. If any of them made a threatening move, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike.
The ambulance raced through the streets, its occupants silent and tense. None of them spoke or acted suspiciously, only occasionally glancing at Mu Lin with guarded expressions.
Eventually, the vehicle pulled into a secluded suburban villa. The gates swung open at its approach, and the ambulance parked directly in front of the main building. The medics carried Mu Lin inside, depositing him on a bed in a first-floor room before promptly leaving. The ambulance drove off just as silently as it had arrived, leaving no opportunity for Mu Lin to glean any information from their conversations.
Shortly after, two more men entered, carrying a medical kit. They applied a special paste to Mu Lin’s face, molding it into a lifelike mask that completely altered his appearance. Once finished, they too left without a word.
Mu Lin’s psychic senses tracked their every move. By the time they were done, his face had been transformed into that of a stranger.
Now alone in the room, Mu Lin expanded his psychic awareness. Though no one else was present, surveillance cameras monitored his every move.
The villa was isolated, surrounded by empty land, its three-story structure standing stark in the ten-acre compound. The entire property housed fewer than ten people—two in the surveillance room (one of them Asian), plus eight guards. Nine of them were Caucasian.
Mu Lin inwardly admired the meticulousness of the operation. Every step had been flawlessly executed. The ambulance was likely a legitimate one, and the “medics” had performed with professional precision. Even if the authorities caught them, they’d find no useful leads—only pawns.
The real mastermind was probably in the surveillance room, though Mu Lin couldn’t be sure. With forty minutes left before the anesthetic wore off, he suspected the true orchestrator hadn’t yet arrived. Given the intricacy of the plan—each step carefully calculated—he decided to keep waiting.
His patience paid off. Twenty minutes later, a black Ford pulled into the villa. A middle-aged white man in a white coat stepped out and headed straight for the surveillance room.
The two inside stood immediately upon seeing him. “Dr. Stahl, you’re here. The patient will wake in twenty minutes.”
Mu Lin was momentarily puzzled but soon realized the brilliance of the setup. The first two were likely connected to the mastermind, while Dr. Stahl was an unwitting participant—a real doctor brought in for plausible deniability.
“Good. Let’s prepare for treatment,” Stahl said, leading the way to Mu Lin’s room.
Inside, they propped Mu Lin up in a chair facing a desk. Stahl sat opposite him, waiting for him to wake, while one man stood by his side and another set up a camera to record the session.
Mu Lin’s psychic senses locked onto the doctor’s wristwatch. As the time neared, he gradually adjusted his breathing and pulse to mimic awakening, slowly opening his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a swinging pendulum, accompanied by a faint mental suggestion and a voice murmuring, “Focus on the pendulum… relax…”
Now Mu Lin understood their goal: they were trying to hypnotize him.
Mu Lin found this strange. He had already eliminated the Hei Hu gang, and the Hudson family was currently too preoccupied with their own problems. Who else in New York would dare target him now? He couldn’t immediately answer this question, because the group was a complete mix of races—white, black, red, and yellow. It would be impossible to figure out their origin based solely on the people following him. So he waited.
Before the attackers even launched their blow darts, Mu Lin had already analyzed the situation with his telepathic ability and detected that the darts were coated with one of the most advanced and potent anesthetics in the world. Thanks to his current status, Mu Lin was well aware of this drug’s properties—it could knock out even an elephant within five seconds, and the unconsciousness would last for no less than two hours. This kind of anesthetic was only available to elite military units, special police forces, and certain government investigative agencies in the U country. It was practically impossible to find on the open market. It seemed the people behind this operation had serious backing. Mu Lin couldn’t help but admire their resources.
Instantly, his Yuan Qi energy surged into his pants, making them as rigid as thin steel plates. When the blow darts struck, they simply fell off. Then Mu Lin slowly lowered his body onto the table, carefully controlling his breathing and pulse to mimic the state of someone unconscious. His hand also slowly dropped from the table, and with a subtle motion, he used telekinesis to draw the darts into his ring.
Seeing Mu Lin slumped over the table with his hand dangling down, the attackers believed the anesthetic had taken effect. Several people sitting at the neighboring table immediately stood up and approached him. One of them pretended to support Mu Lin’s body and shook him slightly, while shouting in a feigned panic, “Tony! What’s wrong with you? Why did you suddenly faint?” They acted as if Mu Lin were their close companion, their expressions filled with apparent concern.
Their accomplices nearby quickly took out a mobile phone and made a call. Soon, an ambulance pulled up in front of the coffee shop. Several men in white coats jumped out, carrying a stretcher, and entered the shop.
The men supporting Mu Lin hurriedly greeted the newcomers. The “doctors” placed Mu Lin on the stretcher and carried him swiftly into the ambulance. The vehicle sped off Fifth Avenue with Mu Lin inside.
Throughout the entire process, Mu Lin remained completely still, allowing himself to be moved around as if he were truly unconscious. In reality, his telepathic ability had already identified every one of them, and his Yuan Qi energy was fully prepared. If any of them made a threatening move, he would strike without hesitation.
The ambulance sped away, and the people inside remained silent. None of them made any sudden movements or spoke to each other. They simply kept their mouths shut, occasionally glancing at Mu Lin. The atmosphere was tense and stifling.
Eventually, the ambulance arrived at a villa in the suburbs. As the vehicle approached, the gates opened automatically. The ambulance drove straight up to the main building. The men in white coats carried Mu Lin inside, laid him on a bed in a room on the first floor, and then immediately turned around and returned to the ambulance, which quickly departed. Not a single word was spoken the entire time—Mu Lin’s attempt to gather information through their conversation failed completely.
Shortly afterward, two more individuals entered the room, carrying a doctor’s medical kit. They took out various ointments and began applying them to Mu Lin’s face. After a while, they placed a facial mask over his features, transforming his appearance completely. Once they finished, they left and returned to the ambulance.
Mu Lin’s telepathic ability had been monitoring their every move. When they finally left, he realized that his entire face had been altered—he now looked like an entirely different person.
Now alone in the room, Mu Lin slowly extended his telepathic senses outward. Although the room was empty, it was equipped with surveillance equipment—every movement inside was being watched.
The villa was located in a remote suburban area, isolated from other residences. Though the compound wasn’t very large, it housed a three-story building standing in a yard covering more than ten acres, making the space feel vast and empty. The number of people inside the villa was small—only two individuals in the surveillance room, one of whom was of Asian descent, and eight guards. In total, there were no more than ten people in the entire villa, nine of whom were white.
Mu Lin silently admired the meticulousness of his adversaries. Every step of their operation had been flawlessly executed. The ambulance was likely taken from a real hospital, and the actions of its crew mimicked those of genuine medical personnel.
Even if the police discovered the ambulance and captured the individuals involved, they would find no useful evidence. Perhaps only the people in the surveillance room were the real masterminds behind the operation—but Mu Lin couldn’t be sure. There were still forty minutes left before the anesthetic’s effects wore off. Perhaps these were just henchmen, and the real person in charge had yet to arrive. Considering the level of planning and precision involved, every move had been carefully calculated and executed with precision. Mu Lin decided to continue waiting.
His patience proved justified. Twenty minutes later—leaving twenty minutes before the anesthetic’s effects would naturally fade—a black Ford pulled into the villa’s courtyard. A white man in his early forties, also wearing a white coat, stepped out and walked directly into the surveillance room.
The two people inside immediately stood up and greeted him, calling him, “Dr. Stear, you’re here. The patient will awaken in twenty minutes.”
This puzzled Mu Lin even further—until he thought for a moment and suddenly understood. He now realized that only the first two individuals in the surveillance room had any real connection to the plot. The newcomer, Dr. Stear, was clearly a genuine doctor who had no knowledge of the scheme. This was evident from the way they addressed him.
Dr. Stear then said, “Alright, we can now move the patient to the treatment room and prepare for the procedure.” With that, he led the way toward Mu Lin’s room.
Once inside, Dr. Stear instructed the others to place Mu Lin in a chair facing a table, and he himself sat across from him, waiting for Mu Lin to awaken. The other two individuals supported Mu Lin in a seated position while one of them set up a video camera to record the session.
Mu Lin’s telepathic ability detected the time on the doctor’s wristwatch. When the moment arrived, he gradually adjusted his breathing and pulse to simulate waking up, and slowly opened his eyes.
Before him, a small moving ball came into view, accompanied by a faint wave of mental energy directed at him. At the same time, he heard a voice say, “Now, focus on this ball in front of you… relax slowly…”
At that moment, Mu Lin finally understood the true purpose of this elaborate scheme—it was an attempt to hypnotize him.
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