Chapter 226: Submission

Chen Shao's footsteps stopped.

He didn't look back; his back, holding a black umbrella, was illuminated by lightning, like a silent mountain.

The rainwater in the alley, mixed with blood, converged under Guo Zixuan's feet into a filthy stream.

Guo Zixuan half‑kneeling in the mud, he shouted the sentence with all his might, then began to cough violently, each cough foaming with blood.

He stared fixedly at that silhouette.

Fear?

It had long since vanished.

After witnessing that god‑like technique with his own eyes, only an extreme, twisted fervor remained in his heart.

He wants that power.

He will spare no price.

A long while.

Chen Shao turned, pushed the wheelchair, and walked back step by step.

He looked down from his height at the dog‑like, disheveled bastard, his gaze devoid of any warmth.

"Money? Status? Ning'an City?"

His voice was light, yet it pierced the roaring rain clearly.

Guo Zixuan's head bobbed like a pestle, his face smeared with blood and rain, his eyes shining terrifyingly.

"Right! I can give you anything! Just help me!"

Chen Shao said nothing.

He only stared at Guo Zixuan, his gaze as if appraising a tool, evaluating its value and usability.

To establish an organization for those who Symbiosis with the Weird, a "White Gloves" is needed—someone who walks the secular world, handling dirty and tedious tasks.

This person must have ambition, ability, and be sufficiently obedient.

The one before him seems suitable.

"I don't need what you give."

Chen Shao finally spoke, his tone flat as if stating a fact.

"What I want, I will take myself."

He lowered his head, glanced at the sister on the wheelchair who was sleeping soundly again, and softened his voice.

"In any case, come with me."

Chengzhongcun, an abandoned private clinic.

The pungent smell of disinfectant mingled with iron‑rust odor; the only lit bulb swayed on the ceiling, casting mottled shadows.

Guo Zixuan, shirtless, clenched his teeth and used tweezers to extract the last metal piece embedded in his back.

"Sss......"

The excruciating pain made his whole body shiver; cold sweat instantly soaked his forehead and hair.

He hastily bandaged the wound with gauze, his movements clumsy and awkward.

Not far away, Chen Shao, back turned to him, carefully unscrewed a Thermal Cup and used hot water to brew a bowl of instant noodles.

Steam rose, and the noodle aroma spread throughout the clinic.

"Yao Yao, wake up, have something to eat."

Chen Shao's voice was so gentle it seemed to drip water.

He gently patted the girl's back on the wheelchair, then scooped a spoonful of broth, blew on it repeatedly, and finally brought it to her lips.

"Brother......"

The girl, half‑asleep, obediently opened her mouth and ate in tiny bites.

Guo Zixuan watched the scene and was completely stunned.

The demon king who once ruled life and death in the alley, whose words commanded law, now resembled an ordinary next‑door brother, his face bearing a gentleness and patience Guo had never seen.

That girl......

…is his soft spot.

It is the only part of this devil that belongs to "human."

After feeding the noodles, Chen Shao wiped his sister's mouth and wrapped her in a thick blanket.

Having finished, he straightened his posture again; the tenderness on his face vanished instantly, returning to his cold, domineering expression.

He walked up to Guo Zixuan.

"Speak, your plan."

Guo Zixuan endured the pain and forced himself to stand.

He felt he had already seen through the other.

A strong individual with extraordinary power, yet bound by family ties.

Such a person can be cooperated with, can be drawn in.

"Very simple."

After that, Guo Zixuan explained his current situation.

He is the illegitimate son of the top‑tier Guo Family of the Federation; now his father has passed, and his elder brother, to prevent him from contesting the inheritance, hired assassins to kill him.

Finally.

Guo Zixuan's face broke into a confident smile, as if he had already seized the initiative.

"I need you to help me clear away the Guo Family's obstacles. I will use legitimate inheritance rights to rightfully reclaim everything that belongs to me."

He paused, then tossed out a chip he believed could not be refused.

After the matter is settled, you and your sister will be eternal allies of the Guo Family. I will give you twenty percent of the Guo Group's shares.

Chen Shao listened quietly.

He neither nodded nor shook his head.

He simply raised his hand and, with a handkerchief, wiped slowly and deliberately.

Guo Zixuan watched his movement, and for no reason his heart gave a sudden thump.

"You think......"

Chen Shao blew off the dust on his lenses and put them back on.

"Are you negotiating terms with me?"

The words had just fallen.

"Ah——!!!"

A inhuman scream burst from Guo Zixuan's throat.

He felt his body's pain nerves twisted by an invisible hand into a braid, then violently pulled outward!

Every inch of skin, every bone, every cell transmitted hellish agony to his brain!

He wanted to roll, but his body was pinned in place by a force.

He wanted to wail, but could only emit a gasping sound like a broken bellows.

His whole body curled like a shrimp, facial muscles utterly twisted, eyes bulging from extreme pain, bloodshot.

Chen Shao stood before him, expressionlessly watching him.

"Remember this."

His voice sounded as if it came from the depths of the Nine Abysses, each word carrying ice shards.

"What I need is not cooperation."

"It is submission."

Guo Zixuan's will, under torment comparable to death by a thousand cuts, was crushed bit by bit.

After an unknown time, the inhuman pain receded like a tide.

His whole body lay limp as if pulled from water, gasping heavily, tears and snot streaming over his face.

Chen Shao's voice sounded again, flat yet indisputable.

"I will help you take the position of Guo Family Head, so you may enjoy everything you desire."

"But all of the Guo Family's underground intelligence network, cash flow, and most importantly medical resources must serve me unconditionally."

He walked to the window and looked outside.

"When I need it, the Guo Family must deliver everything to me."

Guo Zixuan lay prone on the ground, his body still trembling uncontrollably from lingering fear.

He finally understood what kind of being he was facing.

His little cleverness, those self‑imported chips, in the face of absolute power, were just a joke.

Just then.

As if to further prove his point.

Chen Shao raised his hand and, aimed at the rust‑rain‑ruined old washing machine in the clinic courtyard, clenched his fist from afar.

The next second.

Guo Zixuan's pupils shrank to pinpoint size.

Screech——!!!

A grating metal‑twisting sound rang out.

That half‑person‑high drum washing machine, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, had its shell, inner drum, parts……everything instantly compressed, deformed, twisted inward!

In just a few seconds.

A huge metal lump turned into a basketball‑sized iron ball covered in ferocious folds, which crashed into the mud with a "clang."

Superhuman……

This is absolutely not a power humans could possess!

Guo Zixuan stared at the weird iron ball outside the window, then at the nonchalant man before him, and the last trace of resistance dissolved into dust.

The desire for revenge.

Ultimate worship of power.

And a fear deep into the marrow.

The three emotions intertwined, ultimately leaving only one choice.

He struggled to his feet from the ground.

Then, facing Chen Shao's back, his knees gave way.

He knelt down heavily.

He pressed his forehead deeply against the cold, dirty concrete floor.

"I, Guo Zixuan......"

"I wish to offer you...... my all."

"My life, my loyalty, my soul."

Outside the window, the rain continued.

It concealed, within this abandoned clinic, a pact between devil and mortal.