Benjamin picked up the scalpel from the ground and surveyed his surroundings, finding no cameras or anything like that.
The dimly lit, unfinished corridor had the faint sound of cars passing by above.
Thick pipes connected to the walls in the corners, indicating this was likely a converted basement.
Benjamin turned a corner in the one-way corridor and saw a staircase leading upwards, which he followed.
Opening the stairwell door, he found himself in a clean, predominantly white-themed house. The underground passageway was located inside the house.
It was a suite. Benjamin peeked out from inside the room; no one was around.
After a moment's thought, he turned and returned to the basement.
He approached the refined-looking man and attempted to activate the second ability of the Curse Disciple: Skin Transfer.
The refined man's skin squirmed and loosened. Benjamin gently pulled, and a skin covering was peeled off.
Benjamin put on the skin, and with a thought, the blood on the ground dried, and the skin began to clung tightly.
Then, Benjamin put on the refined man's clothes, feeling uncomfortable being shirtless.
"Hey, hello, are you an idiot?"
Benjamin tried speaking, his voice becoming exactly like the refined man's. He was very satisfied.
He picked up the scalpel again, went back into the room, and openly opened the door, walking into the living room.
Another room's door was tightly closed, but judging from the noise inside, someone was clearly there.
Benjamin circled the living room, confirming that no one else was there.
He walked to the refrigerator, opened it, took out a bottle of ice-cold cola, popped it open, took a big gulp, and then calmly walked to the closed door and gently knocked.
Dong… dong...
"Who is it?"
A middle-aged, husky voice came from inside.
"It's me,"
Benjamin replied in the refined man's voice.
"What is it?"
The middle-aged man asked.
"Open the door," Benjamin said again.
"What is it?"
The middle-aged man's voice grew impatient.
Bang!
Benjamin kicked the door open.
"Just open the door when I tell you to! What do you use your hands for?"
Benjamin looked at the disheveled middle-aged man browsing inappropriate websites and suddenly understood.
The bearded middle-aged man stared blankly at Benjamin, hurriedly pulling up his clothes, and was about to explode in anger.
What did this partner doctor mean?
He didn't care about the bloodstains on the doctor, because doctor was originally doing this kind of work.
He was about to start cursing when he noticed something was wrong with the doctor's eyes—a murderous glint.
He glanced at the scalpel in the doctor's hand and began to sense something was amiss.
"I hope you don't suffer any lasting effects!"
Benjamin, scalpel in hand, slowly approached the middle-aged man.
"You...what do you want to do? Don't be impulsive!"
The middle-aged man began to back away from the bed, tripping over it and falling onto the bed.
"Doctor, let me tell you, murder is illegal."
At this moment, the middle-aged man had forgotten that what they were doing was illegal.
"You're still young, you still have a chance."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man shrank further into the bed.
Then his tone suddenly changed, becoming ruthless:
"Killing someone, let uncle do it!"
"Hands up now, or I'll kill you!"
The middle-aged man suddenly pulled a pistol from under the pillow and pointed it at Benjamin.
Benjamin ignored the middle-aged man's threats and continued walking towards him.
"Kill me?"
"With this toy gun you're holding?"
Bang! Bang!
The middle-aged man fired two shots directly at Benjamin.
Benjamin dodged abruptly, throwing his scalpel at the man, and simultaneously rushed forward, kicking the pistol out of the man's hand, smashing his hand to pieces.
"Ah, my hand! Doctor, you're really crazy!"
The middle-aged man screamed, clutching his right hand, which looked as if it had been smashed by a hammer.
Benjamin frowned, looking at the man's knocked-out front tooth from the scalpel handle and the gunshot wound on his own leg.
He had originally intended to dodge the bullets instantly and kill the trafficker with the blade, but his technique was clearly lacking, and he needed to practice more.
He then picked up the scalpel and walked back to the middle-aged man.
"It's time for a quiz. You'll get a reward for every correct answer," Benjamin said to the middle-aged man.
"First question: Where are the records of the victims you arrested?"
Benjamin was worried they had arrest records, and if he went home without a trace, he'd be discovered.
"Doctor, here's all the money. Please treat my hand quickly."
"Wrong answer."
Benjamin severed the middle-aged man's left ear.
"No, there's no record. Only the three of us and the client know about this."
The middle-aged man replied painfully.
"Very good, here's your reward. Next question: Who is the employer?"
Benjamin cut off the middle-aged man's right ear again. He would not how mercy to organ traffickers such human.
"Ah, my ear!"
"The client is Guichun, a Japanese. This is his suburban villa. His child needs a heart transplant. His child is on the second floor, waiting for you to use the organ to transplant it directly into his child."
The middle-aged man blurted out everything.
"You've even learned to answer questions faster! This is the final reward."
Benjamin said calmly.
He ended the middle-aged man's pain with a single strike, then used his absorption ability to heal the injury to his right leg, but his pants had another hole in them.
He casually stored the middle-aged man's pistol in his spatial storage.
Benjamin thought for a moment, cleared the middle-aged man's browser history, turned around, and left, closing the door behind him.
He got into the elevator on the first floor and pressed the button for the second floor.
Rich people are indeed different, and even their homes have elevators.
The elevator doors opened, and Benjamin walked around the room. There were still two bedrooms, one of which was locked, and there was no movement inside.
Benjamin went to the other bedroom and pushed open the door.
It was furnished like a hospital room.
A thin young man of about seventeen or eighteen was lying on the hospital bed watching a video called 'High School Elite's True Solution'.
He looked like a diligent student.
"Doctor, you're here?"
Hearing the door open, the young man asked nervously, his eyes filled with longing.
"Where are your parents?"
Benjamin asked.
"I'm from a single-parent family. You're looking for my dad? Did you successfully remove that person's heart? I'll call him right now."
The young man excitedly reached for the phone.
"It wasn't successful!"
Benjamin looked at the young man and said calmly.
"Ah, what do I do then? Why did it fail?"
The young man stopped, his eyes flashing with a sinister light as he stared at Benjamin.
"It's alright!"
"The place you're going to doesn't need a heart."
Benjamin said, plunging the scalpel into the young man's chest.
Then he picked up his phone and dialed a number saved as "Dad".
"Son, what's wrong? Dad just finished signing the contract and is on his way home. I brought you your favorite Japanese apples."
A gentle old man's voice came from the phone.
Upon hearing this, Benjamin didn't say anything and hung up the phone.
He grabbed the young man's leg, kicked open the door to another bedroom, turned on the computer, and activated the security cameras outside the villa, which had been switched off long ago to avoid detection.