Wang Xiuli sat in the chair, her eyes vacant, staring at the surgery door, ears buzzing as if she couldn't hear her son's questions.

Beside her, Feng Yuhuai seemed agitated like a cat with its fur standing on end, stood up and glared angrily at Feng Mu: "I've been calling you all night, why didn't you answer, where did you go, to hell…?"

Feng Mu squatted beside Wang Xiuli, casting a sidelong glance at Feng Yuhuai.

He had just killed someone tonight, not just one, undergoing a massive transformation in his mentality, his eyes unconsciously revealing a cold predation towards his own kind.

The brief eye contact made Feng Yuhuai suddenly stiffen, feeling as though she was being stared down by a bloodthirsty monster masked as human, accusations stuck in her throat.

Clearly, she was standing and Feng Mu was squatting, yet Feng Yuhuai felt as if her head was being held high in the mouth of a monster, a chilling sensation creeping up her scalp.

"Damn it, [Molded Embryo] can shape facial expressions, but it can't hide my murderous gaze."

Feng Mu quickly withdrew his gaze, bowed his head, and fiercely rubbed his eyes with his fingers. When he looked up again, his eyes were red, as if he had cried secretly.

In the hospital, at the surgery room door, such an expression seemed ever so normal.

Feng Yuhuai was stunned, looking at Feng Mu who had already lost that eerie vibe, remaining the face of a cowardly failure.

"I was actually scared by Feng Mu just now?"

The fear in Feng Yuhuai's heart was replaced by shame, but she had no mood to continue rebuking Feng Mu, merely fiercely glaring at him before turning her head to look at the surgery door light.

Please, Father must not die.

If Father died, the family would have no income, and Feng Mu as an Incinerator Worker earns so little, hardly enough for my expenses.

I'm only a college freshman, surely I can't go out to work either, there are also tuition fees for the next three years, and a large sum to attend university, what should I do?

I initially planned to enroll in Instructor Wang's "Finger Zen Force" next week, which is a paid course, now it's all gone.

I'm clearly a genius, should I have to just study and train in free courses like those wastes?

Also, if Father died, does his Merit Points at the Patrol Office still count, can I use Father's name to redeem that Bone Refining Pill?

The more Feng Yuhuai thought about it, the more terrified she felt; her lovely face turning ashen as her eyes stared fixedly at the surgery room light, praying earnestly for a successful surgery and Father's survival against all odds.

Heaven seemed to respond to her prayers as the surgery room light turned green.

Several doctors in white coats walked out in sequence but didn't acknowledge the family at the door, instead heading straight for the hook-nosed young man.

Li Shang was reporting something, closing his mouth upon seeing the doctors approach.

The special envoy turned, looked at the doctors, frowning as he asked: "How's the situation?"

Doctor Tong at the front removed his mask and replied: "When they were sent over here, 4 people suffered excessive blood loss, unable to be saved, they're already dead."

"The remaining are temporarily out of life-threatening danger, but will likely remain disabled, severed arms and limbs basically can't be reattached, unless…"

The special envoy's brow furrows deepened, Doctor Tong knowingly didn't continue.

Using mechanical prosthetics would incur a massive expense, a harsh truth spoken: even combined the lives of these Chief Constables in the surgery room—alive or dead—wouldn't exchange for a single mechanical limb.

Two years back, Doctor Tong was recommended by the hospital to Upper City for a two-month advanced study, thus he's aware of mechanical prosthetics and their widespread use in Upper City.

It's the so-called price dip.

But this is Lower City, strictly resource-controlled, sandwiched with complex Upper and Lower City tariffs, let alone mechanical prosthetics, even leaked air from Upper City sealed in bags must be re-stickered with expensive tags.

The special envoy was unconcerned about these issues, asking only one question: "Wang Yilin, Director Wang's body?"

Doctor Tong: "The body underwent an autopsy immediately, all the blood inside was drained, the bleeding site on the carotid artery."

"I observed the condition of the blood vessel walls under a microscope; most showed severe ruptures like pressurized pipes in a water pump, blood velocity frighteningly fast at that moment."

"Specific numerical results await the lab report, but I speculate Director Wang's blood was drained within a second, extremely clean, even the marrow blood extracted, throughout the body…"

Doctor Tong paused, seemingly shocked by the answer he'd just given.

"Not even a drop of blood, cleaned so thoroughly, not a single red blood cell found."

The special envoy's face remained cold but his pupils constricted fiercely; he understood some medical knowledge, hearing the result's stark unscientific nature.

Even using Upper City's cutting-edge technology, extracting every red blood cell from a person might prove difficult, let alone in one second?

The special envoy licked his lips, his expression tinged with excitement, whispering in a nearly inaudible voice: "Evil Sacrifice, furthermore one that can parasitize a person, live and walk among humans."

Doctor Tong didn't catch his words: "What?"

Li Shang by the side, ears pricked, seemingly captured one or two key phrases.

The special envoy smiled at Doctor Tong, sternly instructing: "Those beyond saving, forget it, but fully rescued survivors, the hospital must do everything possible to treat them, understand?"

Doctor Tong paused, surprised at the benevolence of the Upper City noble.

He nodded heavily, agreeing without asking even about medication costs.

Doctor Tong misunderstood the special envoy, as he cared not for lives' worth, only for the living Evil Sacrifice "growing a face full of bone."

He thought: "These Chief Constables survived confrontation with the Evil Sacrifice, crippled as they might be, they still possess living value."

"Hah—"

"Originally banished here for a mistake, yet stumbled upon such a rare Evil Sacrifice, capturing it alive no longer concerns going back, but rather how many ranks I could ascend."

The special envoy habitually rubbed the family crest on his chest, eyes gleaming. Initially planning to report back, abruptly changed his mind, it turning off.

Reporting to the family, while securing support, would certainly share out the merit; plus, involving a live parasitic Evil Sacrifice, the family might greatly emphasize, risking relegation to a mere errand stagecoacher.

His family position not high or low; harboring ambition to climb higher, unwilling to offer this monumental merit to others.

"But not reporting, is it feasible?" The special envoy's mind churned rapidly, "According to attacked Chief Constables' descriptions, tentatively naming as Mask's parasitic Evil Sacrifice, seems not exceptionally strong."

Though Chief Constables spoke in fear, describing it bizarrely dangerous, in the experienced ears of the special envoy, it appeared manageable.

Danger, undoubtedly; being a live parasitic Evil Sacrifice, yet probably in juvenile phase, even without family backing, the special envoy felt fifty percent confident.

"Of course, unreported failure absolutely unforgivable, if discovered later, sure to face inquiry."

"Thus, I must swiftly track down Mask's whereabouts, and meticulously prepare the capture."

Decisive in mind, the special envoy glances at Doctor Tong, stressing heavily: "These injured are law enforcement heroes, must employ utmost effort in treatment, and confidentially secure corpse exam results, without divulging irrespective of inquiry, grasp?"

Gazing at the special envoy's grim expression, Doctor Tong nodded solemnly.

Only then did the special envoy turn to Li Shang, saying: "With Director Wang's absence, Captain qualification yet unsettled, the Patrol Office temporarily falls under your charge."

Li Shang saluted smartly: "Yes."

The special envoy continued issuing orders: "About the attack assailant, Patrol Office must shut its mouth tight, strictly confidential investigation, swiftly tracking him down, find him I'll lift your provisional charge, fail I'll remove you."

Li Shang breathed heavily: "Yes, guarantee mission accomplishment."

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