As he spoke, a group of men dressed in black materialized at the threshold of the ward like ghosts.
Clad in matching dark attire, their faces were frozen in ruthless expressions, every single one of their eyes gleaming with bloodlust and ferocious intent. They brandished an assortment of blades ranging from short daggers to long swords each weapon glinting with a cold, terrifying light that sent shivers down the spine.
The tension in the ward spiked instantly, the very air freezing solid.
Gu Xiulin’s gaze cut through the room like a sharp blade, locking onto the intruders. His pupils contracted sharply and his fists clenched tight. Every muscle in his body coiled with tension, ready to react to the imminent danger at a moment’s notice.
Yet, amid this suffocating atmosphere, Shi Jun remained remarkably detached.
With complete composure, he slipped his phone from his pocket and smoothly dialed 911.
His fingers danced lightly across the keypad. When he spoke, his voice was calm and steady. “Hello, police? I am currently surrounded by a group of men armed with knives. My location is…” He rapidly recited the exact address of the hospital ward.
Hearing this, Shi Wen’s face twisted into an expression of sheer disbelief. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?” he demanded in shock.
Shi Jun looked at him as if looking at a complete idiot. “Calling the police. Don’t tell me you didn’t know law enforcement exists in this world?”
His voice echoed clearly through the quiet room, causing a subtle shift in the room’s dynamic.
Shi Wen was left utterly dumbfounded. His mouth hung wide open, his eyes wide with bewilderment and confusion. He froze on the spot as if rooted by a binding spell, completely incapable of processing the scene unfolding right before him.
The moment the words left Shi Jun’s mouth, one of the men in black suddenly lunged at him. Moving with blinding speed, the attacker closed the distance in the blink of an eye, driving a dagger straight toward Shi Jun’s chest.
Shi Jun’s reflexes kicked in, and he managed to shift his body a mere two inches to the side. The razor-sharp blade grazed past his shoulder, but the momentum still sliced open his upper left arm.
Bright crimson blood immediately welled from the wound and traveled down his arm, splashing onto the floor like vivid, shocking blossoms.
Seeing this, Gu Xiulin’s expression changed drastically.
A flash of raw fury erupted in his eyes, and his body moved instantly. Taking a violent step forward, he snapped his right leg out, delivering a ferocious kick straight into the attacker’s abdomen.
The strike carried immense force; the man was sent flying backward, slamming heavily against the wall before sliding to the floor, groaning in sheer agony.
Simultaneously, a gust of cold air rushed toward Gu Xiulin’s throat as another blade sought a lethal strike.
Gu Xiulin narrowed his eyes, twisting his torso to dodge the fatal blow. Seizing this opening, the remaining men surged forward, swinging their blades in a frenzied, chaotic assault.
Unfazed, Gu Xiulin maintained his composure. Utilizing his agility, he fluidly wove through the flurry of attacks.
Suddenly, Gu Xiulin intercepted one attacker’s wrist. With a brutal twist, he forced the man to drop the dagger, catching it mid-air.
In the same fluid motion, he yanked the man toward himself, using the attacker’s own body as a human shield to block the incoming slashes from the others.
The entire sequence was executed with textbook precision, catching everyone completely off guard.
Seeing their comrade used against them, the armed men grew visibly rattled. They had clearly underestimated Gu Xiulin’s martial prowess.
Gu Xiulin capitalized on their hesitation, aiming a vicious sweep at one man’s leg. The man doubled over in pain, allowing Gu Xiulin to swiftly subdue him.
Just as the last of them was beaten to the ground, the police finally arrived.
Sirens wailing and lights flashing, several cruisers tore into the scene. The doors flew open, and a squad of heavily armed officers rushed into the room, rapidly bringing the situation under absolute control.
The officers systematically handcuffed the groaning men on the floor before securing Shi Wen, checking them for weapons before preparing to lead them away.
Shi Wen thrashed against his restraints, shouting in furious protest, “On what grounds are you arresting me? What proof do you have?!”
Shi Jun held up his smartphone, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips. “I was recording the whole time,” he remarked casually.
Hearing this, the officers’ expressions shifted slightly.
One of the police officers stepped up to Shi Jun, extending a hand. “May I have the recording, please? We need this evidence to formalize the investigation.”
Shi Jun looked at the officer, nodded, and handed over the device.
The officer quickly operated the phone and played the audio file. The playback was crystal clear, distinctly broadcasting Shi Wen’s voice as he openly admitted to poisoning Shi Yong.
Shi Wen went absolutely ballistic. “Shi Jun!!!”
The corner of Shi Jun’s mouth curled into a frigid smirk. Looking down at his brother, he delivered a parting scoff: “Honestly, I didn’t think you could be this stupid. I hadn’t even accused you yet, and you just confessed to everything. What a legal illiterate.” His tone was dripping with utter disdain and contempt.