The Adventures of Ten Generations Rabbit

When the light in the room was suddenly turned on, the light swept the entire space. The person who came glanced at the teenagers lying on the ground, made sure that they still had no way to move freely, turned around and bowed to salute.

The secretary who was entrusted with the task by the butler just now smiled kindly at the person who opened the door.

"Thanks a lot."

"No hard work!" How could he, who was just an ordinary waiter, be entitled to be thanked by the popular people around this adult? He wanted to say a few more words, but he was afraid of causing the other party's disgust. After the fiancée was killed, Master Jean Lacroix became the sole heir of the family, so the status of the people around him also rose, and he was no longer a simple person who only served 'Lonac'.

He blushed from his own actions, and saw that the person in front of him was just looking at him tenderly, waiting for him to hesitate to say something, but he only said "resignation", and left without going in. According to the previous process, the physical condition of the two teenagers was confirmed again.

Anyway, the surveillance video has been feeding back the situation in the house in a timely manner, even if he simply leaves like this, there is no problem.

The secretary's appearance is very ordinary, with black hair and blue eyes, a typical Italian facial profile, his face is very white, his lips are thin, but they are as bright red as blood, coupled with his dull appearance, it seems that all the blood is concentrated In one place, it looks very harmonious.

With his back to the camera, he took a few steps closer to the two teenagers who were watching him vigilantly.

"You are not luckier than the previous ones. You thought the Russo family would send some better goods." He said without interest, glanced at the two teenagers casually, and then looked at the blond boy's face. He paused his gaze slightly.

"Blonde again." He sighed. "They're bound to be disappointed."

Aomine Daiki was the one who was the most restless. The first time someone came in, he became vigilant like a cheetah, his muscles were ready to go, and his eyes were sharp, staring at the visitor.

He could see that the man was not interested in them in his eyes, but he didn't understand why the other party had tied them here.

In particular, he couldn't understand Italian, so he didn't understand a word this person said, he just saw the other person's expressions and movements, and all of these gave him a bad premonition.

"What are you going to do?" Aomine Daiki asked, although he knew that the other party might not answer.

Japanese?

The visitor was not surprised by this answer.

As if he didn't understand, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Surveillance cameras are still running.

"What's your purpose?" Another boy who was sitting on the ground, spoke fluent Italian, making Aomine Daiki look sideways.

"Marta, I didn't expect you to have this ability!" He was pleasantly surprised. Although the situation is already very bad, if they can communicate, they can get more news and clues.

"You are not qualified to know this." The man didn't answer his question directly, and he didn't plan to stay here for a while.

He waved his hand, signaling the assistant behind him to step forward to work.

The assistant carefully and rigorously checked Aomine Daiki's body from top to bottom to make sure that he did not have any adverse reactions due to excessive sedatives.

"Hey! Let go of me, do you hear me!" He shouted loudly when the man's assistant took out the equipment and injections and pointed them at Aomine Daihui.

"Are you perverts?!" The black-skinned boy whose clothes had been taken off turned red, although it was impossible to tell whether his face was red or not.

When the action that should have been carried out in the medical room was placed in this room like a guest room, it became extremely insulting. The boy felt that he was like a catfish, waiting for someone else to cut him open.

The assistant didn't say a word, and only obeyed the man's instructions. When Aomine Daiki was struggling to escape the needle, his arms were like pliers, firmly welding his movements, making sure that there was nothing wrong with his body Afterwards, he was about to inject him with the last sedative, and when the boy woke up next time, he would not see the scene of this room.

When Aomine Daiki saw the things in his hand, he knew that the hope of escape this time was very slim. Before he and Marta had time to say a few more words, the arrival of these people interrupted The opportunity for them to communicate, and even if no one explained it to him, he still knew what was in the needle tube. In the end, he only had time to look at the blond boy who didn't speak anymore, and fainted unwillingly.

Compared to the always rambunctious Aomine Daiki, the blond boy seemed much quieter. He looked at the man with his arms raised and watched his subordinates move, and felt a very familiar feeling.

Soon it was his turn, and he tried to move his hands and feet a few times, but he still didn't have enough strength to stand up, let alone fight hard.

"It's better to advise you not to think about making small moves." The man could see the restlessness in the young man's heart at a glance, and reminded him calmly.

The blond boy looked into his eyes. The blue and strange eyes had never been seen before, but he couldn't ignore the familiar feeling. He was thinking about the identity of this person in his mind. Pengo Lie met him when he met with other families.If he had actually seen it, as long as he could figure out the identity of the family, then he would have a bargaining chip to negotiate with on this occasion where it was not suitable to mention the identity.

After all, people who can tell the truth without revealing their family identities will always be treated with caution.

The man's assistants have already stepped forward, and their expressions cannot be seen from the masked face, but the blond boy can imagine the numbness and rationality inside. In the eyes of these people, he is no more important than a pig waiting to be slaughtered .

He didn't show resistance, and in fact he didn't have the strength to resist anything. Aomine Daiki, who was in a much better condition than him, even failed to resist, and his strength was less than one-tenth of his usual strength, and he didn't waste this strength , put the only attention on thinking about how to deal with it next.

Intuitively, he couldn't tell his true identity. Super intuition has saved him countless times in various dangerous situations, so this time he also chose to trust his first instinct instead of revealing his identity simply and rudely. Negotiating, even though it would leave him severely understaffed, he chose the most difficult mode.

Just as he had already figured out a countermeasure, and when he opened his lips slightly and was about to speak, the assistant's hand had already unbuttoned his white shirt, and stuck the cold metal device to his skin.

His words were stimulated by the cold temperature, and goosebumps stood up, especially when the thing swept across his chest and landed on his lower abdomen, it made him hiss, and his body reflexively turned backwards Hidden away, eyebrows furrowed together, nostrils moved slightly.

There was a change in the man's calm posture. He took out the right hand that Aomine Daiki kept in his pocket after the inspection, and stroked it lightly.

The boy's dodging did not affect the person in front of him. He still checked according to the procedure. When he confirmed that there was still a large amount of unknown medicine in his body, he glanced at the boy suspiciously.

When the two teenagers were sent here, he was the one who was in charge of the inspection. He once wondered why there were some obvious differences in the contents of various indicators in the two bodies, and the one who was treated with caution was the one that seemed less threatening. that one.

However, as an ordinary doctor, he is not qualified to ask questions. He originally thought that the metabolism in the body of the blonde may be relatively slow. There is still not a small difference from the standard.

He stretched out his hand to the boy's pants, and when he was about to make a move, the man behind him who had been silent all this time made a sound.

"He's the special one, just let me do it myself."

The assistant listened and took a look at the young man's hair. The golden color showed that he was unusual. After all, it was no secret that the head of the family preferred blondes, so it was understandable that his favorite subordinate would complete the task.He immediately got up to move his seat for the man, and stood behind him with the others, bowing his head respectfully.

The blond boy felt the unusual identity of the man. When the man was walking towards him, his eyes looked at the strange man with vigilance and thought, and when he squatted in front of him, the two of them looked at each other. The familiar feeling stretched up, and in an instant, he recognized the man's identity.