38 Revenge

Liu Lang hammered the ground fiercely. Song Lili had escaped!

"Aren't you so tough? Take my boot!" A lackey kicked out at Liu Lang, who was still on the ground.

Other thugs were about to join in the frenzy of beating a fallen dog, but they froze when they saw Liu Lang grab the lackey’s foot with one hand.

"Let go! I told you to let go, you filthy idiot! Let go of your grandfather!" The lackey’s bravado crumbled into fear-driven rage; as Liu Lang refused to release him, he could only hop frantically on one leg.

"Ah!" The lackey let out a shrill cry, then fell silent, twisting on the ground like a contorted noodle.

The thugs turned deathly pale and scrambled back in terror.

Liu Lang crushed the man’s foot, but it wasn't enough to quell his fury. He continued up the leg, pulverizing it inch by inch.

Still not enough!

He pounded the thigh with several blows until it was a bloody mess of flesh and bone fragments.

Song Lili could now change her face and had awakened a special spatial ability—how could he ever catch her now? How many more innocent people would have to die? Why were there always such short-sighted fools acting so clever?

"Agh!" he roared, trying to vent the frustration in his chest, but when he stopped, he realized it had only pooled within him again.

This scum, he should just crush him to pieces.

Trapped in the net he couldn't break free from, Liu Lang still managed to hoist the lackey up by his head. His fingers tightened, wanting to crush it—crush it, and then he would finally feel at ease...

"Liu Lang, stop! Do you want to become a senseless killer like those monsters?" Qin Chuan finally arrived, breathless and missing a shoe.

These words jolted him back to reality. If he slaughtered indiscriminately, wouldn't he be just like them? But the hatred burned so deep!

"If you need to vent, crush this helmet instead." Qin Chuan grabbed a helmet from a nearby motorcycle and shoved it into Liu Lang’s hand, then pulled the lackey away.

"Ah!" No longer holding back, Liu Lang crushed the helmet, the release helping him calm down slightly.

He said dejectedly: "Song Lili can change her face now. She told me I was a good person, but she used to be a housewife who didn't even dare kill a chicken. Now, she can pluck off someone's head as easily as anything..."

"Why!"

Tears streamed down his face. The victims eventually became demons, while people like Zhang Lingyan ran wild without consequence.

Qin Chuan hugged him and said softly: "Child, we cannot change others, nor can we change the world. We can only do our best to be ourselves."

"If you want to be a good person, then hold onto that and remain a good person forever."

Time slipped past his eyes, turning into a crystalline tear, and memories of many people and events flickered through his mind.

The lackey was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, but Qin Chuan tried every method and still couldn't undo the net.

"Just stay in this net for now. Don't worry; those people have dirty hands and wouldn't dare sue you. Everyone at the scene was scared off by you, so there are no witnesses. This is self-defense."

Liu Lang suddenly remembered something and said urgently: "Song Lili knows that Zhang Lingyan was the one who killed Xiaobao. She will definitely go for revenge!"

At the hospital.

Tang Feng helplessly held the phone away from his ear as Director Li’s explosive, machine-gun-like barrage of anger nearly blew his face off.

After the call ended, the Monk of Foresight asked timidly if they needed to handle the situation at the scene. After all, it was Zhang Lingyan’s lackey who had used a Dragon Group artifact to capture Liu Lang, which had led to Song Lili’s escape...

There was no retreat left. They had to capture Song Lili; it was the only hope for the Dragon Group to stand tall again.

"No. Song Lili could come to the hospital for revenge at any moment. Maintain a high alert!"

The lights in the hallway flickered.

"Give it back, give it back! Mom, he stole my head!"

At the end of the hall, a mischievous boy was running around holding a little girl’s head, while a headless body chased behind him. Their mother, who had been asking a nurse for information with her back turned, grew annoyed by their fussing. She turned her head 180 degrees and roared at them.

The little boy quickly placed the little girl’s head back on her neck.

They hid fearfully behind a chair. To check if their mother was truly angry, the boy plucked his own head off his neck and held it high to peek over the chair and observe her every move.

In a ward, a family member was helping a patient wash their hair by taking their head off and placing it in a basin. Another patient was arguing that the nurse had given them the wrong IV, so the hot-tempered head nurse simply plucked the patient's head off and hung it on the IV pole so he could see clearly for himself!

"Illusion broken!" The Monk of Foresight shook the bell in his hand, and its crisp chime shattered all the delusions.

The families, patients, and nurses realized their heads were not on their necks.

Panic and chaos erupted instantly!

"Where is my head! Ah!"

"I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming! Wake up! Wake up!"

"Mom! I want my mom! You're not my mom!"

The elevator doors opened.

A nurse pushed a wheelchair out, carrying a female patient whose face was wrapped in gauze. Seeing heads flying everywhere, she screamed and reflexively pushed the wheelchair forward. The patient in the chair screamed for help—whether because of the out-of-control chair or the "flying heads," it was unclear.

The wheelchair, by some twist of fate, rolled straight into Zhang Lingyan’s room amidst the chaos.

The Monk of Foresight was busy contending with the floating heads and didn't notice the wheelchair. This unexpected turn of events disrupted their plan.

Song Lili stood up calmly from the wheelchair. The murderer who killed her daughter was lying on the bed.

Her sharp fingernails grew with a sickening "hiss," and she lunged directly for Zhang Lingyan’s throat!

Zhang Lingyan’s eyes snapped open, and she caught Song Lili’s hands, mocking: "Idiot, we were all waiting for you!"

Song Lili tried to pull her hands free, but for a moment, she couldn't move; Zhang Lingyan’s hands were as immovable as if they were welded shut.

"Sister Yan, be careful! Her inner power is condensing!" A petite girl in sunglasses and a black leather jacket woke up from her "feigned sleep."

Just as she spoke, the gauze wrapped around Song Lili’s face squirmed, and a giant mouth filled with fangs broke free, biting down toward Zhang Lingyan.

But thanks to the warning, Zhang Lingyan was prepared and dodged with a tilt of her head. She kicked out with both feet, sending Song Lili flying until she slammed against the wall.

Another fair-skinned boy in sunglasses and a black leather jacket seized the opportunity and fired a large net from a black cylinder, capturing Song Lili.

"Hahaha, Boss, I’ve done a great service, haven't I?" Zhang Lingyan did a kip-up from the bed. The bandages and gauze on her body had been a disguise; they fell away in tatters.

Due to the burning of the Amaterasu Fire, she had many scars on her body, including one on her cheek. Perhaps because the Amaterasu flame was unique, the scars left behind were smooth and flat; if one didn't look closely, they might be mistaken for tattoos.

She had a heroic look, and the scars only added a sense of boldness and unrestrained spirit to her demeanor.

Trapped in the net, Song Lili longed to tear her to pieces, but for now, she could only let out a silent, desperate roar.