Charlie and Trent found themselves forcibly taken by their adversaries, who were armed, and brought straight into a deste brick house.


    Inside this brick structure, there was no furniture to be found—just a descending staircase illuminated by bright lights.


    A group of gangsters, armed with live ammunition, swiftly took the two men to the ground, creating a uniquely tense atmosphere.


    The entire underground area was divided by a narrow corridor. To the left, there was a prison cell secured by an iron gate, housing seven or eight individuals still imprisoned. To the right, a nearly ten-meter-long white curtain obscured whatevery behind it, leaving Charlie and Trent in suspense.<fne988> This content belongs to find(?)ovel</fne988>


    The strong, stinging scent of disinfectant permeated the underground space, almost overwhelming. Additionally, the sounds of a venttor and an ECG monitor echoed in the background.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Charlie quickly deduced that they were likely in a makeshift operating room.


    He sensed the presence of two very weak patients behind the white curtain, both in a deep, unsettlinga.


    At that moment, a middle-aged man with yellowish skin, appearing to be in his fifties, hurried down the corridor. He crossed over to where the group was gathered. He first nced at Trent before turning his attention to Charlie. The young man next to him, Aliang, asked, “Has this person’s identity been confirmed?”


    “It’s been confirmed,” Aliang replied quickly, a diligent smile on his face. “Uncle Ma, this kid is just an unfortunate guy from China. He happened to sit next to Trent on the ne. They chatted the entire way, and he intended to apany Trent to Mexico as a seaman, which is how he ended up here.”


    Uncle Ma nodded slightly, scrutinizing Charlie from head to toe. He smiled and remarked, “Don’t underestimate this kid. He looks young and strong; if he’s matched well, he could fetch a good price.”


    As he spoke, he instructed Aliang, “Get Hardik toe down and take a look.”


    “Sure thing, Uncle Ma. Just a moment,” Aliang responded eagerly before hurrying outside.


    Feeling anxious, Charlie turned to Uncle Ma and asked, “Who are you? What are your intentions for bringing us here?”


    Uncle Ma grinned, revealing hisrge yellow teeth, gazing at Charlie as if he were prey. “Let me give you a piece of advice: some things are better left unknown for now. Knowing too much too soon will onlyplicate matters for you. Just stay here with me, eat well, and in a few days, you’ll find out what I have nned for you.”


    He then nced at Trent and added with a smile, “Your name is Trent, right? I’ll call you Xiao Lang from now on; it’s more friendly.”


    Trent, feeling anxious, asked, “Who are you?”


    Uncle Ma replied with a grin, “Myst name is Ma, and my Chinese name is Ma Kui. This ce is under my control, which means you are under my control.”


    Just then, Aliang returned, apanied by a dark-skinned Indian man. The Indian wore sses for myopia and a whiteb coat, giving him the appearance of a doctor.


    The Indian approached the group and asked in English, “Who is the donor for the surgery?”


    Aliang quickly pointed to Trent and said, “That’s him.”


    The Indian scrutinized Trent for a moment before nodding, “He appears to be in good shape. Over the next couple of days, he should follow a low-sugar diet, eat less frequently, and should not be given any medication.”


    Trent’s face went pale with fear as he eximed, “What are you nning to do?! Are you going to take one of my kidneys?!”