Chen Chuan arrived at the small cabin's door, took out his key, unlocked it, and pushed his way inside, heading straight for the inner room.
There was little furniture inside. A man lay on the floor, bound tightly from head to toe with rope, his mouth sealed with duct tape.
The man looked to be in his fifties, with thinning hair. The glasses he had been wearing had fallen to the floor. Seeing Chen Chuan approach, he immediately began to squirm and struggle, making muffled whimpering sounds.
Chen Chuan walked over, picked up the glasses, and placed them back on the man's face. He said calmly, "Mr. Feng, no need to worry. You'll be free soon."
A terrified look filled the man's eyes. He struggled desperately, as if begging for his life.
But Chen Chuan felt no pity. This Mr. Feng Gai was an Implant doctor, but he had a peculiar hobby. He believed the internal organs and bones of the human body possessed a unique beauty—a beauty that could be extracted.
