Chapter 207: Infuriated

City First Hospital, premium ward.

"Get out!"

A coarse, angry shout tore the ward's false tranquility to pieces.

The head nurse was shoved aside.

On the hospital bed, Chen Yao's face, which had just regained its color, turned pale again.

She stared in terror at the group of black‑clad hulks who had burst in, her body shaking violently beyond her control.

The Dao Ba Lian man leading them had eyes devoid of any warmth; he ripped the IV needle from Chen Yao's hand in one swift motion.

"Ah!"

Chen Yao let out a mournful scream.

"Little girl, stop screaming."

Dao Ba Lian twisted his mouth open, revealing a set of smoke‑blackened, yellowed teeth, his grin grotesque.

"Our boss said his son's thing must be taken back."

"The heart in your chest doesn't belong to you."

As he spoke, he reached for Chen Yao's arm, intent on dragging her off the bed by force!

The other nurses and doctors in the ward trembled in fear, none daring to step forward.

That group, at a glance, was no good sort.

They were genuine outlaws!

Just as Chen Yao closed her eyes in despair.

"Stop!"

A hoarse roar came from the doorway.

Everyone turned their heads.

Chen Shao still held a thermos lunchbox, inside which was the century‑egg and lean pork congee he had finally bought after waiting in line for half an hour.

But now he was frozen in place, his blood turning cold.

He saw the room full of massive hulks, and his sister, trembling, tear‑streaked, and terrified after the needle was ripped out!

Clang.

The thermos lunchbox fell to the floor, spilling warm congee everywhere, steam curling up.

"What... what are you doing?"

He rushed in, arms outstretched, like a mother hen shielding her chicks, standing in front of the bed.

"Please, whatever you want, come at me! Don't touch my sister; she just finished surgery and can't endure it!"

"Money? How much do you want? I'll give it! I'll give you anything!"

Dao Ba Lian looked at his demeanor and sneered disdainfully.

"Money?"

"The boss lacks nothing but money."

He advanced step by step, his massive silhouette completely enveloping Chen Shao.

"What we want is the heart inside your sister's body."

The words struck him like a thunderclap on a clear day, exploding in Chen Shao's mind.

He understood instantly.

It's the Wang Family that came knocking!

How dare they be so brazen?!

"Is there any law?"

"Is there any law!"

Anger, like countless cold hands, clenched his heart so tightly he could barely breathe.

Yet he still stood rigidly in front of his sister, not moving an inch.

"No... no way! Absolutely not!"

"If you do that, my sister will die!"

"Oh?" Dao Ba Lian raised an eyebrow, lifted his foot, and without warning kicked Chen Shao in the stomach.

Chen Shao arched like a shrimp, flew backward, slammed heavily into the iron rail at the foot of the bed, then fell clumsily to the floor.

He was in such pain he couldn't even make a sound, only coughing violently as physiological tears welled up.

"Brother!" Chen Yao cried out with a heart‑rending wail.

Dao Ba Lian stepped in front of Chen Shao, raised his booted foot, and stomped heavily on Chen Shao's head.

He lowered his head, looking down at the man beneath him with a gaze fit for trash.

"You ant‑like creature, you're not even fit to fetch shoes for my boss's son."

He pressed down hard, crushing, and Chen Shao's face scraped against the cold, rough floor tiles, quickly drawing blood.

"That heart, placed in your sister's body, is the greatest waste."

"Got it?"

"Useless."

Humiliation.

Endless humiliation.

Ten thousand times stronger than bodily agony is the crushing of the spirit.

Chen Shao clenched his teeth on his lip, the warm scent of blood filling his mouth.

He wanted to resist, but the foot that was stepping on his head was as heavy as a mountain, rendering him immobile.

He could only watch with his eyes wide open, watching those people step by step toward his sister......

No!

Can't!

Yao Yao!

A sudden, unknown force made him struggle violently.

That's the moment.

The refined gold‑rimmed glasses on his face were knocked off and fell onto the floor beside him.

Dao Ba Lian was about to mock his overreach.

A subordinate nearby, as if not noticing, stepped over with a foot.

Crack!

A sharply crisp sound rang out in the chaotic ward.

The lens shattered.

The frame also broke into two pieces.

That sound seemed like a signal.

A signal that had broken free of all shackles.

The entire ward suddenly fell silent.

The beeping alarm from the medical equipment became unusually piercing at that moment.

Dao Ba Lian, who was stepping on Chen Shao's head, suddenly felt the struggle beneath his foot cease.

The body that had been violently trembling from pain and anger stopped moving.

He lowered his head in confusion.

Chen Shao slowly, slowly lifted his head.

The face that had been full of humility and pleading now showed no expression at all.

Hollow to a terrifying degree.

No.

It's not that there's no expression.

It's those eyes...

Those eyes have changed!

The right eye remains a normal black pupil.

But the left eye!

Fuck, what is that?!

That's no longer a human eye!

A deep‑red vortex, seemingly alive and slowly rotating, filled the entire socket!

At the vortex's deepest core lies darkness capable of devouring all light and reason!

Weird, ominous, brimming with madness and ferocity!

"You..."

Chen Shao spoke.

His voice was hoarse, yet carried a chilling cold that made one's soul shiver.

"All should die."

The moment the words fell.

Dao Ba Lian only felt an irresistible force surge from beneath his foot!

His body, over 180 jin, staggered and took several steps backward!

Amid the horrified gazes of everyone.

Chen Shao, slowly, rose from the ground.

He didn't even glance at his sister on the sickbed.

He merely extended his hand, brushed away nonexistent dust, and tidied his disheveled collar.

His movements were elegant, composed, bearing a sickly refinement.

It was as if the man who had just been trampled on the ground, pleading like a dog, was not him at all.

On the sickbed, Chen Yao watched her brother's unfamiliar silhouette and stopped crying.

She didn't scream, nor did she fearfully shout, "Brother, what's wrong?"

She merely clutched the blanket tightly, and in those beautiful eyes shone a complex expression mixing extreme terror with morbid dependence.

She knew.

The "brother" who could hold up the sky for her has returned.

"Now..."

Chen Shao's gaze swept over every black‑clad hulker in the room, his scarlet left eye spinning faster and faster.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a gentle smile that was more terrifying than a demon's.

"Judgment Game, begin."

"Rule One:"

"All breathing beings are guilty."