"Calm your anger, Master!" said Alpha, the butler, to Weber Rise, whose expression was grim in the office.
Weber Rise's eyes flickered with a cold gleam as he said to Alpha, "Prepare to deal with this Lin Fei tonight!"
Alpha responded, "Understood."
"Where are those martial artists from around the world?" Weber Rise looked at Alpha and asked.
"In Laboratory No. 2," Alpha replied.
"Alright, let's go have a look," Weber Rise said.
Laboratory No. 2, a spacious laboratory, had more than a dozen beds arranged, with over a dozen comatose martial artists from various countries lying on them.
They were all unconscious, with their hands and feet shackled to the beds.
The laboratory was filled with many researchers dressed in white lab coats, hats, and masks who were busy working.
They were injecting medicine into the over a dozen international martial artists.
After they finished injecting the medicine, Alpha led Weber Rise into the laboratory.
