Chapter 233: I Can Help You

—crack.

The sound was crisp, like a dry branch snapping easily.

Jiang Yuan's pupils contracted sharply.

Xu An, suspended in mid‑air, plummeted violently; the black shadow cords that had been tightly bound to his limbs were not untied, but—shattered.

Without any warning, those Shadow Ghost Tentacles, tough enough to snap Reinforced Steel Bars, when the man stepped into the living room, seemed to bear hundreds of tons of pressure and instantly turned into drifting black smoke.

Xu An hit the ground with a dull thud.

He didn't cry out in pain, but curled up like a wary cat, his dead‑gray eyes passing over his disheveled hair to stare fixedly at the newcomer at the doorway.

"Telekinesis?"

The term flashed in Jiang Yuan's mind, but his body's instinct immediately denied it.

No.

It wasn't telekinesis.

It was the "Rules" being forcibly overwritten.

Beep beep beep beep—!!

The tactical wristwatch—Weird Detection Instrument vibrated like mad.

At this moment, on that screen, the numbers were wildly jumping, the red warning cursor about to burn through the display.

【Warning! High‑energy reaction detected!】

【Target danger level assessment in progress…】

【B…A‑…. A!】

【Weird object matched: A‑level Weirdness "Demon Eye"!】

【Recommendation: Evacuate immediately! Evacuate immediately!】

The scarlet "A".

A Ji.

The entire Federation's recorded A‑level Weirdnesses can be counted on one hand, each a walking disaster.

"The legendary Demon Eye… is actually you?"

Jiang Yuan blurted it out subconsciously.

He recognized that face.

Months ago, in the gloomy second underground level of Saint John Hospital, that bespectacled man who humbly struggled for his sister.

Back then, Chen Shao was harmless to both people and animals.

But now.

Standing at the doorway, Chen Shao wore a well‑tailored black suit, his hair slicked back meticulously, a pair of signature sunglasses perched on his face.

He simply stood there casually, and the surrounding space seemed to submit to him, even the dust floating in the air froze.

He was no longer human.

He was a monster cloaked in human skin.

Chen Shao ignored Jiang Yuan's shock, not even turning his head.

He took a step, his leather shoes striking the floor littered with glass shards, emitting a grating screech.

One step, two steps.

He walked straight toward the curled‑up Xu An on the ground.

Passing the still convulsing Xu Cheng'an couple, Chen Shao's steps briefly faltered.

But only for a moment.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze behind the sunglasses sweeping over.

No movement, no words.

Bang!

Lying on the ground, Xu Cheng'an seemed to have his head crushed by an invisible giant hand, his whole face slammed into the marble floor!

The sound of his nasal bone shattering was clearly audible.

"Ugh—!!"

Xu Cheng'an convulsed in pain, trying to scream, but his throat seemed sealed with cement, only producing a wind‑box‑like screech. Beside him, Li Juan's eyes rolled back; under extreme terror, she instantly blacked out, her lower half instantly soaked in a large wet patch.

For this trash, Chen Shao had no interest in even moving a finger.

It was a gaze that regarded it like ants.

Not even disgust, just pure indifference.

"Stop!"

Jiang Yuan barked sharply.

His wrist twitched.

A jet‑black Poker Card slipped onto his fingertips.

Ace of Spades.

Forged from a special alloy, its edge as sharp as a scalpel; under Shadow Ghost Power it can easily slice through a tank's armor.

"I don't know why you became a Demon Eye—but I won't let everything you now wish to do come true!"

Jiang Yuan's arm muscles tightened, all his strength converging at a point.

Whoosh!

A black flash erupted.

The Poker Card tore through the air with a sharp howl, racing toward Chen Shao's occiput.

Jiang Yuan didn't hold back on this strike.

Fast.

Too fast.

Even the air was sliced open, a ripple visible to the naked eye.

Yet, faced with this lethal strike, Chen Shao didn't even pause his step.

He simply stretched out his left hand behind him, casually.

As if shooing away an annoying fly.

He grasped the empty air.

Hum—

The Ace of Spades, capable of cutting gold and jade, came to an abrupt halt three centimeters behind Chen Shao's head.

Its kinetic energy didn't vanish; instead it exploded in that tiny space, making the surrounding air buzz, yet it couldn't advance another fraction.

Immediately after.

A screech—

A grating metal twisting sound rang out.

The specially alloyed poker card, like an aluminum can tossed into a hydraulic press, rapidly deformed, curled, and crumpled under an invisible force.

Less than a second.

The once peerlessly sharp killing weapon turned into a lump of scrap iron.

Chen Shao released his hand.

Clang—

The scrap iron fell to the floor, rolled twice, and came to rest beside Jiang Yuan's feet.

Chen Shao finally stopped his steps.

He slowly turned around, raising his hand to push up the sunglasses on his nose bridge.

"Long time no see, Jiang Yuan."

His voice was pleasant, with a cello-like texture, yet carried a hint of nonchalance.

"But, you can't stop me."

Having said that, he ignored him further, turned and looked at Xu An on the ground.

Xu An could still feel that this man before him harbored an abyss within his body, that abyss containing the same darkness and madness as his own.

Chen Shao crouched down.

The expensive handmade suit trousers were stained with blood from the ground, but he didn't care.

He reached out, his motion gentle as stroking a stray cat, lightly combing Xu An's sweat‑dampened forehead hair.

His gaze fell on the boy's violently stitched mouth; a faint flicker passed through Chen Shao's eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Back then, did it hurt?"

Chen Shao asked.

Xu An froze for a moment.

His hollow eyes blinked, as if he didn't understand the word.

Pain?

Of course it hurt.

Every needle prick hurt, every surge of current through his body hurt.

But once you get used to it, it's fine.

As long as you seal off your heart, physical pain means nothing.

Xu An shook his head.

"Your mouth is sewn shut, so you can't speak or cry out in pain, right?"

Chen Shao's voice was soft, yet each word struck Xu An's heart, already riddled with a thousand wounds.

"They made you keep quiet, made you obedient, made you a good child."

Chen Shao pointed at the half‑dead Xu Cheng'an couple lying on the ground.

"This is what they call 'family'."

"In the name of love, they exercise the most brutal control."

Xu An's breathing grew ragged.

From his throat came a hoarse sound, the black sutures trembling violently, blood seeping out again.

Hatred.

How I hate it.

Xu An's fingers dug hard into the floor, his nails breaking, his hands covered in blood.

He suddenly lifted his head, his eyes blazing with a beast‑like ferocity, gazing at the uniformed Jiang Yuan.

He was the one obstructing his revenge.

He was the watchdog of order.

Chen Shao smiled.

He understood the boy's gaze.

"Want to kill them all?"

Chen Shao rose to his feet and extended his right hand toward the boy on the ground.

That palm was broad and strong, its lines clear.

In the weak morning light, this hand seemed like an invitation to another world.

"That kid with the badge wants you to go to prison, to undergo the so‑called public trial, to spend the rest of your life in that cold, icy jail."

"Because that is 'correct.'"

Chen Shao's mouth curled into a mocking arc.

"But I don't want to tell you what's 'correct.'"

"I only ask you one thing."

Chen Shao leaned forward slightly, his voice laced with demonic temptation:

"Do you want… the power to set Rules?"

"To make those who hurt you forever silent."

"To let this world full of lies hear your voice?"

"—I can help you."