Everyone stood outside the door and exchanged glances.
Gaia gestured. "Jolag, kick the door. I'll go in first."
Gaia was still worried that they'd rush in first.
After all, she wasn't sure what they'd encounter, so she, the thick-skinned one, should go first.
Three, two, one. Gaia gestured a countdown.
Jolag kicked the door open.
Gaia charged into the room.
The person who was sitting on the sofa suddenly jumped up.
"Who are you?"
Everyone looked at the person before them. His eyes were glowing green.
"Your captor!" Gaia's arm glowed red.
Seeing Gaia's arm, the person turned and ran.
Gaia immediately chased after him, but the person crashed into the glass on the wall.
With a crash, the man smashed through the glass on the ground and fell outside.
Everyone was stunned. They ran to the window and looked down.
The person had fallen onto the road below, his body smashed to pieces.
"Dead?"
"No," Giselle suddenly shouted. "He's not a puppeteer, he's a puppet."
"Then what about the puppeteer?"
"Oh no, we've been tricked," Gaia shouted. "The puppeteer actually lives in the same room as the other puppets. He purposely separated them to make us think that the puppeteer lives here. Go to the sixteenth floor."
But when Gaia and the others rushed to the sixteenth floor, they found that there was no one in the suite.
"D * mn, the puppeteer got away."
"Maybe he hasn't gone far. Let's chase."
…
A taxi stopped by the roadside.
The driver looked at the five people in the car. Four of them were wearing sunglasses. "Sir, my car is small. It can't fit five people."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Charnon took out a stack of money and handed it to the driver. "This is for you, Chantilly Hospital. Thank you."
Seeing how generous they were, the driver didn't say anything else.
Charnon's phone rang again. It was from Dominic. Picking it up, Charnon said, "I'll be there soon."
From the rearview mirror, he could see Gaia and the others rushing out of the hotel.
Charnon's lips curled up.
He had long since gotten used to the process of being teased like a cat playing with a mouse.
But no one had ever been able to catch him.
It was because of his cautiousness and carefulness.
…
On the road in front of the hotel, Gaia and the others split up and searched on both sides.
After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find anyone, so he could only return to the front of the hotel.
"How is it?"
"No."
"Not at all."
Everyone was disappointed. This was the closest they had ever come to finding the real culprit.
But after this, it would not be so easy to find that puppeteer again.
"By the way, there are surveillance cameras in the hotel lobby. You can watch them."
Everyone returned to the hotel, found the lobby manager, and retrieved the surveillance footage.
"These are the five people living in Room 501 on the 16th floor." The lobby manager pointed at the people in the surveillance screen.
"Thank you." After Gaia sent the manager away, he said, "Among the five of them, only the dark-skinned one isn't wearing sunglasses. The other four are wearing sunglasses. This person is the puppeteer."
"Keep a copy of the puppet master's photo on everyone's phone."
After sending the message, Gaia's phone rang.
"Gaia, who is this man? Why are you sending me a stranger's photo? "
"This is the real culprit who hurt Ados, the puppeteer. We found that his registered name is Chanon, but we don't know if that's his real name."
"Okay."
"By the way, where are you now?"
"In the hospital."
"Seeing a patient?"
"No, I'm in the hospital."
"Don't joke around. You're sick?"
"Actually, I was beaten up and sent to the hospital."
"This is even funnier than the previous one. Someone beat you up and sent you to the hospital?"
Gaia listened to Chen Zhao's voice. It was full of energy. He didn't sound sick or injured at all.
"Okay, I'm just bored, so I came to the hospital for two days."
With that, he sent a selfie to Gaia.
Pfft —
Gaia burst out laughing when she saw it.
Everyone gathered around and saw Chen Zhao's selfie on Gaia's phone.
They all looked at each other. West yelled in shock, "The president is injured? Who did it? "
"No way? Did some terrifying existence come to LA? "
"Even the president is injured. How terrifying is it?"
"Is it too late for me to leave the Supernatural Organization now?"
Gaia looked at the embarrassed people. "If you go visit Chen with flowers and fruits, maybe he'll be in a good mood and give you your year-end bonus."
"Huh, that makes sense."
"Then let's go visit the president now."
Everyone rushed to the hospital in a swarm.
…
Chen Zhao had only been in the hospital for less than half a day, but he already regretted it.
How could he be so stupid to really stay in the hospital?
Whatever. No matter what, he'd already done the admission procedures. He had to stay for at least one night.
But it was so boring. He really wanted to find someone to teach him a lesson.
Chen Zhao walked out of the single room and pushed the infusion rack.
Whistling, he strolled along the corridor of the hospital.
Just then, he saw Faur in front of the medical counter. She seemed to be talking to the medical staff.
"Hi, Faur."
Faur glanced at Chen Zhao and then ignored him. She turned to leave.
Chen Zhao immediately chased after her. "Are you done eating? My treat. "
"Are you bored? You can go home right now. Falico's still home. "
"No, I have to stay for one night. At least one night."
"How much do you hate that person?"
"Not too much, but I've already planned his life," Chen Zhao said. "First, I'll bankrupt his company and then send him to prison. I'll find a few big black men and have them stay in the same room as him." Chen Zhao's spittle flew everywhere. Faur was really not interested in listening anymore. Chen Zhao immediately chased after her. "Where did you go?"
"Didn't you say you'd treat me to dinner?"
"Fine, what do you want to eat?"
Faur brought Chen Zhao to the hospital's cafeteria. It was a buffet.
Faur watched as Chen Zhao placed the entire plate of spaghetti on the table. She was speechless. Holding her forehead, she looked at Chen Zhao. "Are you sure you can finish it?"
"Of course. Do you want to bet? One hundred dollars."
Just then, a patient at a nearby table pushed one hundred dollars over.
"I bet you can't finish it."
Chen Zhao stood up. "Anyone else want to bet? Let's see if I can finish this plate of spaghetti. "
More and more people gathered around Chen Zhao and Faur.
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