Divine Doctor's Harem

Chapter 649 Everyone's Intentions

These two Great King-level experts were extremely powerful, and their combat abilities were unmatched.

They had experienced many storms, teetering between life and death multiple times. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that they were well-traveled experts with a great deal of wisdom.

However, when they learned that Wu Dongyong's target was Shen Feng, they were left dumbfounded.

Shen Feng! All these forces and big shots had gathered together for Shen Feng, who had been in a vegetative state for many years?

Was it worth it?

The two of them exchanged glances, racking their brains to think, but they still couldn't figure out what value Shen Feng had to warrant so many people's involvement.

Finally, one of the Great King-level experts couldn't hold back and asked, "Boss, why Shen Feng?"

Wu Dongyong shook his head and said, "I also don't understand the mysterious messenger's purpose."

When he received the order from the mysterious messenger of the Evil God Society, he was just as baffled and had no idea why the messenger wanted this.

It was just to recover a vegetative patient; did it need to be such a big fuss?

"The Evil God Society stops at nothing and employs any means necessary to achieve their goals. There's only one reason they're doing this: there's something on Shen Feng that the Evil God Society wants," one of the Great King-level experts analyzed.

Wu Dongyong nodded.

"Boss, what is it?" The eyes of the two Great King-level experts lit up with greed. If the messenger of the Evil God Society had gathered so many people to come here, whatever Shen Feng had must be very valuable.

Wu Dongyong sighed and shook his head. "I don't know either."

After receiving the message from the mysterious messenger, he was in the same state as these two, completely puzzled.

Later, he had people investigate all kinds of information about Shen Feng.

Unfortunately, they couldn't find anything.

In the years that Shen Feng had been in a vegetative state, he had maintained that condition, unable to communicate with the outside world, and he didn't have any incredible treasures hidden on him.

However, after Zhang Long and the others took Shen Feng away from Massachusetts General Hospital, the mysterious messenger of the Evil God Society had gone berserk. He immediately invited many experts to this place, setting up a vast net and waiting for Zhang Long to walk into it.

With such a formation, even Wu Dongyong himself had never witnessed it.

It was clear that Shen Feng must possess something that the mysterious messenger of the Evil God Society desperately wanted.

This item had to be invaluable, one of a kind, and truly extraordinary!

Only this could explain why the messenger was so fanatical about it.

Unfortunately, despite racking his brains, he couldn't figure out what Shen Feng had.

Driven by intense curiosity, he had followed the instructions of the mysterious messenger and come here to set an ambush, waiting for Zhang Long and Shen Feng to arrive.

Meanwhile, he also really wanted to see what kind of treasure Shen Feng, who drove the mysterious messenger of the Evil God Society to such madness, might possess.

"You do not know either?" The two Great King-level experts were puzzled.

"I don't know, but soon we will," Wu Dongyong replied calmly. "In a little while, everything will become clear. Don't be hasty; let's wait patiently."

"I believe the Crimson Flame Corps, the Eastern Expedition Corps, and those from the Lucifer Sect are waiting too."

"At this moment, whoever can't sit still and acts first will suffer."

This scene was unfolding in every room represented by a point on the mysterious pattern.

"Boss, when do we make our move?"

"We wait!"

"Big brother, what do you think Shen Feng has on him?"

"We'll find out shortly."

"Be prepared; if the mysterious messenger takes Shen Feng away, immediately install a tracking device in their vehicle."

"I must track their movements!"

In another room, a powerful figure maintained that bizarre posture, staring at the room where Wang Chao was, with a fierce and madly vengeful gleam in his eyes. "Wang Chao, I've finally found you."

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, mumbling to himself with a sinister smile. "My good friend, you didn't expect me to still be alive, did you?"

Two small knives pierced his tongue, a gruesome sight to behold.

However, he seemed to feel no pain, continuing to lick his lips even as the blades cut his mouth, causing it to bleed profusely. His expression remained unchanged, as if he couldn't sense the pain.

In his eyes, the fires of hatred burned fiercely.

Next to him lay an unusually shaped large cleaver!

The cleaver was dripping with crimson blood.

"In a few more hours, the messenger will take action. I want to see what the messenger is so interested in Shen Feng for."

"Number two, prepare yourself. When the messenger attacks, cut off his hands and force out the secrets hidden within Shen Feng."

"Whatever is on Shen Feng must be of great significance to stir the interest of the messenger from the Evil God Society."

"Yes, boss!"

"Boss, aren't we going to attack yet?"

"The prey and the hunter are both in position, and the prey has entered the cage. What's the hurry?"

"Hehehe, today we'll have a great show."

In many of the rooms, the big shots were cold-eyed, closely watching the room where Wang Chao and Shen Feng were.

In their minds, they're plotting various schemes to their advantage, yet their gaze was icy, filled with murderous intent.

As second-in-commands of powerful forces, they're all like shrewd individuals, targeting the secrets veiled on Shen Feng.

In the room at the position marked on the mysterious pattern, the person draped in a fiery red cloak maintained the bizarre posture as well.

The cloak was so voluminous that it covered their entire body, making it impossible to discern whether they're male or female. Furthermore, this individual wore a white fox mask, revealing only a pair of icy and lifeless eyes, even more chilling than a demon.

This person maintained the peculiar motion shared by all the other big shots, unmoving, like a statue.

It was unclear how much time had passed before a terrifying change occurred in the person's eyes. A voice as cold as a demon's emerged from under the mask: "The hour has come!"

Thud!

As the words fell, they took out a small drum, roughly the size of two fists, adorned with various eerie symbols, and placed it on the table. Then, they suddenly beat the strange drum, producing an incredibly eerie and grating sound.