Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Zhong Heng's gaze swept over Han Xiao and Xu Suyuan on the screen. "Although their abilities seem impressive, in the eyes of the organization, they are still only a 'single-soldier level' threat."

"They cannot alter the terrain like natural disasters, cannot sustain themselves for extended periods in high-intensity combat, and are unable to confront heavy armored units head-on. This is why neither organizations, other forces, nor even the massive national apparatus have yet allocated higher-level resources to Dawn City."

He chuckled softly: "In the eyes of truly powerful people, they are still just a 'phenomenon,' not yet qualified to be called a 'catastrophe.'"

At this point, Zhong Heng changed the subject, turning to look at Wei Donghai with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "As for Councilor Wei, your father is still lying in that bed. Those two avengers are now cornered, are you really going to ignore them?"

On the screen, Wei Changshou was curled up at the head of the bed, his withered body trembling from the aftershocks of the explosion.

Looking at his father's aged face, Wei Donghai's eye muscles twitched slightly before quickly returning to their cold expression.

"Back when Chu and Han were fighting, Xiang Yu captured Liu Bang's father and wanted to boil him alive. What did Liu Bang say?" Wei Donghai sneered. "He said, 'I'll be grateful if you can share a cup of soup with me.'"

Zhong Heng raised an eyebrow, seemingly unsurprised by the answer.

"Those who aspire to great things will only meet their doom if they are held back by the bonds of blood."

Wei Donghai continued, "Besides, given the current situation, killing my father would only enrage me, completely severing any possibility of negotiation, and would do them no good."

"Survival is the first instinct of all living beings. If they want to break through, they need to have leverage. My father is their only leverage. As long as they want to live, they won't make a move."

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Inside the intensive care unit.

The resounding echoes in the corridor outside gradually subsided, replaced by the sounds of tactical adjustments.

These brief few seconds are the critical point between life and death.

Han Xiao quickly scanned the doorway, finally settling his gaze on the seemingly harmless old man on the hospital bed.

"What Wei Changshou said is true." Han Xiao spoke very quickly. "Wei Donghai is indeed using him as bait. But this just proves that the old man still has 'value' to him! Whether that value is reputation or something else."

Xu Suyuan gripped the stun gun tightly in her hand, the dark silver flame in her eyes showing no sign of extinguishing.

"That's right, our core objective is 'revenge'!" She picked up where Han Xiao left off. "Whether we truly care or not, killing him will mean Wei Donghai wins this battle, but he'll also break a bone!"

"And what follows is a fight to the death." Han Xiao's eyes were filled with murderous intent, a ruthless ruthlessness that left no way out. "If we leave him on the sidelines, what if he has some hidden tricks up his sleeve, or does something strange in the chaos? We won't even know how we died."

"Use these few seconds we still have to eliminate the hidden dangers!" Xu Suyuan's voice was as cold as iron.

The two looked at each other and reached a consensus in that instant.

No negotiation is needed, no bargaining chips are required.

They came here for only one thing—to make the Wei family pay for their blood debts.

Han Xiao turned around abruptly and strode to the bedside.

His left hand gripped the metal IV stand by the bed like an iron clamp, and he yanked it off sharply.

"Snap!"

He lifted the sturdy steel frame, and the tip, which had been covered with medicine, gleamed coldly in the dim light, transforming into a crude yet deadly spear.

On his hospital bed, Wei Changshou watched the man approaching with a metal spike in his hand.

Strangely, there was no fear or pleading in his cloudy old eyes as one would expect when facing death.

Instead, he stared intently at Han Xiao, at the mangled right hand that had once smashed a Mercedes.

His gaze swept across the doorway again, as if he was still savoring the image of the stun grenade flying back against the laws of physics.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Wei Changshou was breathing heavily, and a twisted and grotesque smile appeared on his lips.

"So... so this is what the East Blue has been longing for..."

Wei Changshou's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a chillingly greedy tone.

"Redirecting a stun grenade with bare hands...creating an impenetrable wall out of thin air..."

The light in Wei Changshou's eyes grew increasingly fanatical, a greed etched into the very bones of the Wei family. "No wonder...no wonder my son was so desperate to capture you..."

He stared at Han Xiao, then turned to look at Xu Suyuan, whose face, covered in age spots, revealed a morbid longing.

"Ha... Even this old codger, nearing his grave, feels a surge of excitement... I wish I could grasp this power in my own hands..." He stretched out his withered, bony hand, seemingly trying to seize the unseen power in the void. "Truly... a power to be coveted..."

At this moment, the faces of Wei's father and son overlapped.

They were two wolves in human skin, still scheming to devour others and seize everything for themselves, even in their last moments.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Han Xiao felt the last shred of humanity in his heart completely break.

"Go to hell and covet it!"

Xu Suyuan's cold voice rang out.

Almost at the same time Han Xiao raised his weapon, she diverted a portion of her mental energy.

[Void Imprisonment] - Local Lockdown!

An invisible force descended instantly, firmly fixing Wei Changshou's head and cervical spine in place.

The old man's head, which was still trying to lift, was forcibly pressed back onto the pillow, and he could no longer even blink.

That was the final shackle prepared for death row inmates.

Han Xiao's muscles bulged, and a phantom pain emanated from his empty little finger, which only fueled the fury deep within his soul.

[Kinetic Deflection] - Convergence!

He not only used his own muscle strength, but also forcibly captured the chaotic airflow in the ward that had not yet subsided, and gathered it all at the tip of the IV stand in his hand.

The air rippled and twisted around the metal tip, producing a sickening hum.

"Your son will be downstairs to keep you company soon!"

Han Xiao let out a roar, and the metal spear in his hand turned into a blur, accurately stabbing at the fixed target.

"puff--!"

It was a chilling, penetrating sound.

The metal tip pierced through Wei Changshou's slightly open mouth, which was wide with astonishment, without any resistance, penetrating his soft palate, crushing his brainstem, and finally reaching the back of his head.

Han Xiao twisted his wrist suddenly.

A warm liquid splashed onto his wrist.

The ruling is complete.

Wei Changshou's body trembled violently, and a final, hoarse "gurgle" came from his throat. That look of greed and fanaticism was forever frozen on his face.

His eyes, which had been yearning to devour everything until his death, rapidly dilated, turning into a deathly gray glass.

"drop------"

The electrocardiogram monitor emitted a piercing long beep, and the green wavy line on the screen, which had been undulating slightly, instantly became a lifeless straight line.

Wei Changshou lay paralyzed on the hospital bed, a twisted and deformed IV drip stick inserted into his mouth, blood slowly dripping down the metal rod, soaking the white pillow.

This old man, who was used as a pawn and bait by his son, ultimately died under the judgment of the avengers because of the hatred his son had provoked and because of his own incorrigible greed.

Han Xiao released his grip, leaving the "spear" on the corpse.

Without any hesitation, he quickly retreated to Xu Suyuan's side, and the two of them once again formed a defensive posture.

There was no ecstatic joy at avenging a great enemy, nor any sense of relief after the killing.

At this moment, they were nothing more than two cold, hard fighting machines.

"Get ready." Han Xiao took a deep breath, trying to calm his erratic breathing, and whispered, "They're about to go crazy."

A dark silver light burned in Xu Suyuan's eyes, the last glimmer of light in her desperate situation: "Mm."