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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.,Watching helplessly as the doctors around him took out a sharp scalpel and wiped it with disinfectant, the doctor's expressionless face stared at Lan Nuo like he was an animal. The blade was about to fall mercilessly, Lan Nuo struggled in fear. Everything from last night felt like a dream, he didn't know if it was just his dream, he didn't know if anyone would come to save him, he didn't know if the one promise that couldn't be missing could really be kept.,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!"。