America's Greatest Villain: I Defeat Magic with Magic

Looking at Vanderbilt's forced composure but clearly guilty expression, and at the bloodshot eyes of security commissioner Miller not far away.

Chen Yuan instantly guessed the general truth of the matter!

Most likely, the free targeted drugs provided by Pioneer Medical have some serious side effects that are not yet clearly defined.

Generally speaking, although immunodeficiency diseases are difficult to cure, they are generally manageable with long-term treatment.

As a result, after Miller's sister Lily used this drug, her condition not only did not improve, but it also deteriorated unexpectedly!

Ultimately, these medical companies' so-called "free new drugs" are essentially using desperate poor people as cheap guinea pigs for high-risk clinical trials.

Although medical companies claim that these new drugs are absolutely safe in their advertising, a look at the dozens of pages of legal agreements signed with trial participants will surely reveal countless disclaimers.

These companies exploit the desperation of seriously ill patients who are willing to try anything as a lifeline to test the safety of drugs.

However, most new drugs from reputable companies, even if ineffective, are unlikely to cause a patient's condition to worsen further in a short period of time.

In other words, the free targeted drugs offered by Pioneer Medical may very well have inherent problems.

Miller, on the other hand, was plunged into the brink of death because his sister's condition worsened and he had likely taken out another huge debt that he could never repay in his lifetime!

With all the money gone, there was no way to save her sister's life.

Driven by a desire for revenge, Miller sought an opportunity to retaliate against the heirs of the Vanderbilt family!

It just so happens that USC holds a gathering at the Trident of Neptune Club every year around this time.

This gave Miller, who was the security commissioner, the opportunity to get close to Charles Vanderbilt.

Moreover, judging from the system prompts, Miller might hate everyone in the entire conference room.

After all, in his eyes, these so-called elite students who were drinking champagne and talking about how to allocate charitable resources were nothing more than a group of hypocrites.

However, Chen Yuan didn't want to be implicated by Vanderbilt for no reason. Seeing that the other party was stunned and didn't speak, Chen Yuan immediately shouted again:

"You know perfectly well that your targeted therapy hasn't undergone rigorous clinical trials and has unknown side effects, yet you still use the gimmick of free treatment to attract patients to try it, making them your guinea pigs, right?!"

Although Chen Yuan's accusations were mostly his own speculations, they hit Vanderbilt's sore spot.

His expression changed drastically, and he immediately retorted:

"New drugs inherently carry certain risks. Before conducting trials, we signed fair and legal liability waivers with each patient."

However, Chen Yuan interrupted him with a cold laugh:

"Fair? Not only did your medicine fail to work, but it also caused an innocent girl's condition to worsen significantly, and your charitable foundation refused to pay for even a single day of her emergency treatment!"

"Treatment for immunodeficiency diseases inherently carries risks, and our medications are not a panacea, so we have no obligation to pay for any related treatment costs!"

Although Charles's cold-blooded defense sounds reasonable within the legal logic of medical capital's exemption from liability.

However, to Miller, the person involved, it was nothing more than a shameless sophistry to shirk responsibility.

"So, Lily Miller's critical illness and death have absolutely nothing to do with your Pioneer Medical?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Chen Yuan's face.

"Of course it doesn't matter!" Vanderbilt said without hesitation. "Perhaps her condition worsened because she concealed other underlying medical conditions from us, and she would be solely responsible for any consequences arising from that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Miller, who was less than 5 meters away from the conference table, finally moved.

His face was ashen, and his right hand swiftly pulled a black M1911 from his lower back.

But Charles, with his back to the door and immersed in his victory of sophistry, was completely unaware of death's approach and continued to boast to himself:

"Therefore, based on the internal assessment and investigation by the third-party medical department, Miller Lily's condition cannot be concluded to be a problem with our new drug..."

"Snapped!"

However, before he could finish his arrogant words, a deafening gunshot suddenly rang out in the conference room.

Immediately afterwards, in full view of everyone, Vanderbilt's forehead suddenly exploded, and he fell forward to the ground.

Just a moment ago, a perfectly healthy person was speaking eloquently, but in the blink of an eye, they are dead beyond dead!

This sudden change plunged the previously noisy conference room into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared in horror at the fallen Vanderbilt, but soon realized what had happened.

After all, the fear of gunfire is ingrained in the genes of every American.

With a few gasps, most people immediately scrambled to their feet and crouched low.

Those who were slow to react simply covered their heads and crawled under the huge conference table, while some of the faster ones even scrambled behind the sofa more than ten meters away, crying and howling.

Miller, who killed his enemy with a single shot, seemed to have no intention of stopping there.

Hatred had blinded him; he held his pistol level and continued searching for his next target.

Then, he naturally noticed a woman who was still sitting in the same seat and hadn't moved at all.

It was Vivian!

Miller knew perfectly well that she was the club owner's younger sister.

But what does it matter now?

His sister is currently lying in a hospital room, her fate unknown.

Once the borrowed medical expenses are exhausted, they will be kicked out of the hospital.

And why is this woman sitting there so arrogantly, looking at me like that?

Everyone here today must pay the price!

Facing the gunman's menacing gaze.

Vivian remained seated, her face pale, but she didn't seem to want to avoid it.

Perhaps this is the old money family's inexplicable sense of dignity?

Chen Yuan didn't quite understand this damned aristocratic reserve.

But he knew very well that if Vivian died here tonight, all the benefits he had worked so hard to secure for Rongding Pavilion would be lost.

Miller had already turned his gun and aimed it at Vivian's forehead.

In the nick of time, Chen Yuan instinctively roared:

"Hey, Miller!"

The sudden shout stood out starkly amidst the screams filling the room.

Sure enough, upon hearing the shout, the gunman, driven by his killing instincts, immediately and reflexively turned his gaze and the dark muzzle of his gun sharply toward Chen Yuan, who was standing to the side.

There was no time for hesitation; Chen Yuan silently recited in his heart:

"System, upgrade Agility to 2.0!"

One villain point can be exchanged for 0.01 attribute points.

Chen Yuan's current agility is 1.2, and it will take 80 villain points to upgrade it to 2.0.

At this moment, Chen Yuan had 500 villain points in his hands, so naturally he didn't feel bad about it.

In just a moment, he felt all the muscle fibers in his body tense up, and the weight of his entire body seemed to disappear into thin air.

The world seemed to slow down in his eyes.

Then, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out.

Fortunately, Chen Yuan didn't foolishly run in a straight line. Instead, he used his extraordinary speed to make a detour halfway through the journey.

It was this almost physics-defying maneuver that caused the bullet to graz his ear.

Miller's eyes narrowed, clearly not expecting this Asian man to be so ridiculously fast.

He immediately adjusted his wrist, preparing to pull the trigger for the third time.

However, Chen Yuan had already rushed in front of him in an instant, bringing with him a gust of wind!

In a flash, Chen Yuan's left hand accurately grabbed the M1911's barrel and then yanked it away forcefully.

"Bang!"

The third shot grazed Chen Yuan's cheek again, shattering the chandelier on the ceiling.

However, Miller no longer had the chance to fire a fourth shot.

Because Chen Yuan held the pistol's slide firmly, the bolt was unable to complete the mechanical action of ejecting the spent cartridge and unloading the bullet, and the next bullet was stuck outside the chamber!

Miller's eyes widened, and he instinctively twisted his wrist, trying to regain control of the pistol.

But Chen Yuan's strength was 1.5 times that of his, leaving him no room to retaliate.

With a muffled thud.

Chen Yuan's right fist slammed hard into Miller's jawbone.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, even spinning 180 degrees in mid-air.

Then, like a tattered sack, it landed heavily on the carpet in front of Vivian's high heels.

Vivian remained seated, but despite her calm expression, her noticeably pale face betrayed her nervousness.

Chen Yuan strode forward and kicked Miller, who was still struggling to stand up, unconscious.

Then, he slammed the stolen pistol onto the table in front of Vivian.

"Why didn't you hide? You stupid woman!"