Chapter 1552 - 1551: Good Evening

In the vast office building, not a soul was present. The eerie green emergency lights resembled ghostly flames from Hell, sending an indescribable chill down one's spine.

Such an environment naturally breeds a chilling sense of dread, compounded by that one sentence, leaving Hussein genuinely terrified at this moment!

"If you've got guts, step forward!"

Looking at his surroundings with no response to his voice, Hussein shouted loudly, his words full of despair, echoing through the vast office building, brimming with fear and trepidation: "If you've got guts, stand up and speak to me directly. What's the point of playing tricks like this?!"

As he spoke, a sense of apprehension and vigilance filled Hussein's eyes. In this situation, his vision was obstructed, unable to discern the surroundings, making him feel extremely uneasy.

People always fear the unknown, and Hussein was no different; the environment hindered his perception, preventing him from making clear judgments, sparking tremendous fear.

"Step forward!?"

Once Hussein spoke, a sinister voice immediately transmitted, and the green lights around him suddenly dimmed, then abruptly brightened: "We are right beside you!"

In the instant the lights brightened, Hussein's pupils contracted swiftly.

Facing him were men dressed in black, wielding cold weapons, their eyes sharp as blades fixing on Hussein, resembling wolves staring hungrily at a plump sheep!

"Who...who are you?!"

Witnessing the scene, Hussein was utterly shocked, looking at the men, his body began to tremble, and cold sweat permeated his forehead, an unmistakable display of fear.

"Who we are isn't important!"

Upon hearing Hussein's words, the men spoke: "What's important is our master's invitation for a chat. Mr. Hussein, would you honor us with your presence?"

Their voices were deep, laced with an undeniable tone, not at all seeming like they were asking Hussein's opinion!

"What if...I refuse..."

Upon hearing these words, Hussein spoke softly, his tone full of apprehension and hesitation, giving off an intense sense of fear!

Clank!

Before Hussein could finish his sentence, the men stepped forward, pressing their weapons against his head.

At the same time, a chilling aura of menace surged directly towards Hussein!

Feeling the formidable killing intent, Hussein's body spasmed, nearly collapsing onto the ground. Staring into the barrels of guns, waves of chills relentlessly surged from his back.

"The ancients said, think thrice before acting."

One leading man stepped forward, looking at Hussein, speaking: "So, consider carefully before you open your mouth! Decide whether you'll go or not this time!"

His speech was low and cold, imbued with a sense of deep and ominous menace, conveying formidable aggression.

Confronting such intimidation, Hussein grew increasingly timid and afraid, hardly daring to utter a word!

"Silence won't solve the problem."

Seeing Hussein's speechless stance, the man coldly remarked: "I ask again, will you accept our master's invitation or not?!"

While speaking, the man's hand moved slightly, his words exerting immense pressure!

Upon hearing this, Hussein felt profoundly troubled. If he accepted, he'd surely be taken away; but refusing would mean death on the spot!

After weighing the pros and cons briefly, Hussein swallowed and replied: "I'll go!"

Hussein was truly cornered, left with no choice but to comply!

"A wise choice!"

Having heard Hussein's response, the man smirked, addressing his comrades: "Prepare to depart with Mr. Song Saiyin!"

"Yes!"

With those words, the men responded, and without waiting for Hussein to react, a black cloth covered him, rendering him unconscious.

...

Awakening again, Hussein felt an overwhelming heaviness, his mind clouded and confused, evidently drugged into unconsciousness.

His head was still draped in the black cloth, encased in darkness, with not a sliver of light in sight!

The dazed mind coupled with the dark environment rendered Hussein extremely tense, his body instinctively struggling.

"Unveil his hood!"

As Hussein contended, a familiar voice suddenly resonated, and swiftly the cloth was removed, a blinding light striking his eyes.

The light was so intense, or perhaps the drug's effects lingered, rendering Hussein's consciousness instantly blurred.

His vision was shrouded in disorienting images, giving him a dizzying feeling.

"Wake him up!"

Just as Hussein was about to pass out again, a deep voice resonated.

Clank!

Before Hussein could react, a burst of icy cold water splashed onto his face!

Whew!

The splash instantly jerked Hussein awake from his stupor, seeing Lu Yu sitting before him, sporting a playful smile!

"Good evening, Mr. Hussein!"

Seeing Hussein, Lu Yu smiled slightly, waving at him, his manner rife with an amused tone, as if viewing him as prey.