Chapter 154: Battle for the Heart!

As the full 500 milliliters of estrogen slowly entered his body, a layer of deathly aura instantly covered Xiezi's eyes.

It wasn't that the drug had been tampered with; it was the despair in his heart.

You don't need much medical knowledge; just knowing what estrogen means is enough.

At this moment, in Xiezi's eyes, Liu Xiaotian is even more hateful than a father's killer.

How to describe it? If we used the phrase 'hate so much I could eat your flesh alive' to describe Xiezi's hatred for Liu Xiaotian now, it would only convey about forty percent, no more.

Facing Xiezi's gaze that wanted to eat him, Liu Xiaotian acted as if nothing was wrong, grinning as he pressed his face against the glass wall; the tone's 'deserving a beating' vibe made even the Chief Instructor standing behind him think, 'This kid really deserves a beating!'

However, the moment that thought appeared, his heart jumped.

Xiezi: ……

At first glance, it's a wrong version!

It's okay, isn't there a saying? If you can't be lovers, you can still be sisters……

I'm afraid, from now on his psyche will be completely twisted; the three words 'Liu Xiaotian' will become an obstacle he cannot overcome.

Moreover, Ahong back then wasn't just dressed lightly; her posture alone showed……

The Chief Instructor had indeed considered ways to torture Xiezi, including attacking some vital organ.

"Grandpa is here!"

Facing Xiezi's threat, Liu Xiaotian paid no heed, turned and said to the Chief Instructor:

I just gave you a single shot of estrogen; even if you were to change, it wouldn't happen this fast, would it?

Although the Chief Instructor also found the remark somewhat amusing, it wasn't enough to make him laugh out loud.

This time, even the Chief Instructor couldn't hold back, turned away and covered his mouth with a dry cough.

Anyway, posting this photo online would surely be deleted instantly.

Of course, perhaps the impact on his combat ability isn't particularly great, but what about the psychological trauma?

In fact, injecting 500 milliliters of estrogen into the body produces no noticeable short-term effect, and may not even cause any reaction at all.

Besides, even with surgery, it's impossible to give you a 'full set' of equipment!

Of course not!

Such methods, such scheming—could they really come from a twenty‑something‑year‑old?

In other words, this guy's crimes could fill all the paper in the world.

That soft sound was Xiezi holding back a mouthful of anger in his chest, then spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Because he suddenly realized how terrifying the young soldier with his back to him was……

That despair is simply indescribable in words.

"Chief Instructor, could you lend me your phone?"

All I can say is, Liu Xiaotian's move is truly ruthless.

The Chief Instructor couldn't guess Liu Xiaotian's next move, but he still took out his phone and handed it to him.

After all, over the years your crimes are so numerous they could fill bamboo slips…… Oh, I guess you don't understand that idiom, let me translate it for you;

"Xiezi, you say, if you could still see Ahong in the future, would there be any substantive story?"

"You're bleeding from the mouth—not just the wrong path, and I bet you couldn't keep bleeding for seven days, believe it or not?"

But doing it that way would absolutely not be as effective as now. Liu Xiaotian bared his teeth:

You don't need much; if this dosage is injected continuously for seven days, even if Xiezi survives, he'll inevitably be a wreck.

But now, Xiezi feels that something is 'shrinking'……

Of course, whether you're alive or not doesn't really matter to me; it's just that someone hopes you can live longer.

The venom in that gaze could not be vividly portrayed by any actor.

As for Xiezi, he directly spat out another mouthful of old blood.

"To be frank, I came to see you this time with a small matter I'd like your cooperation on, but no rush—you can think it over, I'll go out for a smoke and give you twenty minutes to consider."

Liu Xiaotian took the phone, tapped a few times, pulled up Ahong's photo from some internal system, and stuck the phone against the glass wall.

Actually, you don't need to thank me; I'm doing this not to help you, but just to let you live a bit longer.

Liu Xiaotian, however, acted as if he hadn't seen it at all, and continued to speak to himself:

"I say, Xiezi, you're being a bit over the top!"

"Xiezi, how do you feel? Don't you feel your fire has diminished?"

Then he picked up the phone, glanced at it himself, and his facial expression was…… (indescribable):

"Pfft!"

Injecting estrogen seems harmless and non‑toxic, not even really a drug; but for a normal man, it is an utterly vicious method.

Xiezi's breathing grew heavier; visibly, the veins on both sides of his neck bulged, and his face flushed to the color of pig liver.

If they ever meet again by chance in the future, no absolute advantage is needed; just mentioning the three words 'Liu Xiaotian' in front of him will cause this world‑top mercenary killer to completely lose his edge.

Right now, he can't speak, just staring at Liu Xiaotian with both eyes locked.

Yet doing it like Liu Xiaotian does both leaves some room for maneuver and inflicts immense psychological terror on Xiezi……

"Liu Xiaotian! I will definitely kill you!" Xiezi growled, staring dead‑locked at Liu Xiaotian.

Did someone laugh?

"Liu, Xiao, Tian!"

That's more like it—excessive killing intent and too much violent energy will make your liver fire flare up, making you prone to cerebral hemorrhage.

Ahong in the photo is dressed lightly; I don't know when or under what circumstances it was taken, but at least four or five men of different skin tones and builds are sitting around her.

It's not impossible to die at the hands of an insignificant nobody.

Liu Xiaotian pretended to step back half a step, looking astonished, and said:

Because, after physical injury, Xiezi only becomes more stubborn out of despair, and also carries deeper hatred.

I shouldn't have said such a literary-sounding thing to you; you probably can't even recognize all of your own characters, let alone the five-thousand-year cultural heritage of our vast nation.

Besides, at most you'll just shrink back most of it and lose function; those things inside your belly won't change.

But, when I return, if you still haven't figured it out or your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll give you another thousand milliliters to let you completely calm down; your temperament might also become milder.

Also, don't thank me; a banner of thanks is probably out of the question—just bow your head in your heart to show your feelings.

"Pfft..." Third time, Xiezi spat blood for the third time.

Liu Xiaotian grinned, slowly turned back, and muttered softly:

"Damn, just this, and you still dare to call yourself a tough guy? ……"

(End of chapter)