Bei Lun and the others arrived at the surveillance room and saw their colleagues playing cards at the door.
Pierre was a short man with blue eyes and golden hair. He was fairer than all the others, and had a sprinkle of freckles on his face. He was playing Skiptrace, the hottest game currently.
He seemed a little surprised to see them. He adjusted his large black-framed glasses and looked at the people before him. “Is it my turn to rest?”
When Bei Lun and the others saw Pierre’s face, Ying Jieer was the first to lose his cool and asked, “How’s the guy inside!”
“He’s been very quiet. The reception inside is poor. I didn’t go in there.”
Bei Lun went forward and threw the door open.
There were four cameras in the room.
In the small room, there was a single bed.
Gu Mingye was lying on the single bed, tied up tightly. His eyes were shut and he did not move.
Pierre was only 1.6 meters tall. He looked especially short among the tall mercenaries.
He looked at Bei Lun. “Brother, what’s up?”
Bei Lun’s expression was a little strange as he asked, “You’ve been outside all along, and neither you nor he had moved in or out of the room?”
Pierre adjusted his glasses. “There aren’t even any windows here. The only way out is through the door. Besides, he’s not awake yet. I’ve given him a very heavy sedative.”
It was a very heavy sedative.
Everyone subconsciously turned to look at Gu Mingye, who was lying on the bed. They had no doubt that Pierre’s sedative was “very heavy”.
“Go take a rest,” Bei Lun said. “Let Ying Jieer guard him.”
When Ying Jieer heard this, he looked indignant. “Son of a b*tch, I lost so much money, and you want me to guard the door? No way, I want to win my money back!”
The others were the same. They were indignant and would not take it lying down.
Bei Lun was the only one who won any money, so no way!
Pierre adjusted his glasses and said, “Why don’t you guys hang out here? I’m going to the pharmacy to concoct medicine.”
With that, everyone fell silent.
Bei Lun patted Pierre’s shoulder and nodded. “Thank you.”
Pierre did not say anything and quickly turned to leave.
After Pierre left, one of them said, “Bei Lun, is that really your brother? He bears no resemblance to you, whether in looks or personality.”
If it weren’t for the fact that Pierre was a pharmacist, he would’ve been kicked out.
Bei Lun glared at him fiercely. “That’s my brother. You you there say that within the hearing of my brother, or else…” He swiped his thumb across his neck fiercely, his meaning obvious.
The man shut up awkwardly.
Another person tried to smooth things over. “Pierre was orphaned at a young age. It’s normal for him to be introverted. Geniuses are lonely. Pierre has been in the organization for four to five years. Everyone knows what he’s like.”
“Ok, ok.” Ying Jieer impatiently shoved them ahead. “Go, go!”
In the end, they decided to appoint a pair of brothers who had not won nor lost, to guard the door. The others returned to the surveillance room to gamble and play cards.
However, for some strange reason, Bei Lun felt something amiss.
He turned around and looked at Gu Mingye intensely.
That man lay on the bed, breathing quietly and not moving at all.
After everyone left, Gu Mingye heaved a sigh of relief.
If one were to take a closer look, they would definitely see a layer of sweat forming on the tip of his nose. Even his breathing was unstable.
T Jing’s voice came in from the other end. “How does it feel to have so narrowly escaped?”
Gu Mingye gritted his teeth and replied, “Awesome!”