"Darn it! What a bunch of good-for-nothings!" Mentor Lan Nuo looked at the group of useless sprouts, stomping his feet in anger: "Get yourselves together!,As dawn broke, Lanno awoke from his slumber with tear stains on his face. His hands were bound behind his back, like a pig, sprawled on the ground. Footsteps echoed through the pitch-black basement. Two men lifted him up and roughly carried him into a room splattered with blood. They bound him to an operating table. The harsh light blinded him, he tried to scream, but a face mask designed for anesthesia was clamped over his face.,The door to the room was kicked open, and over a dozen people rushed in. The doctor, who had been expressionless, was taken aback and pressed to the ground. Among them, a muscular man resembling Schwarzenegger wiped the blood from his face and walked up to Leno, patting him on the shoulder: "Don't cry! We agreed! Not one less!"。