The short four-minute drive felt as long as forty-eight hours.
At first, there were still screams and curses. Later, unable to bear the pain any longer, they fought back with all their strength—slashing with knives, biting with teeth, struggling with every ounce of strength, even if freedom meant being crushed beneath the wheels.
In the end, the curses became hoarse pleas, then vanished altogether.
The thing hanging outside the car window, like a shredded rag, made no more sound.
It merely obeyed the laws of physics in silence, scraping against the ground and leaving a bright red trail for the pursuers behind them, one that gradually dried up.
Unfortunately, after leaving behind such an obvious marker, the figures active on the motorcycles gradually disappeared from sight.
By the time the car slowly came to a stop in Baiyuan Hospital's underground parking lot, the nurses who had received the report from the front entrance rushed over carrying stretchers, only to find no wounded patients as expected.
All they saw was that swaying thing hanging from the car window.
Then, five fingers slowly loosened.
After tossing the thing onto the ground, Huai Shi pulled open the car door from outside and stepped out.
Akazaki, who had just arrived, stared dumbfoundedly at the bloodied attacker beneath Huai Shi's feet. "Who is this?"
"A friend I met on the road."
Huai Shi answered, shaking the grime from his hand. "We happened to be going the same way, so I gave him a ride... See? We made it to the hospital, didn't we? Hurry, send him to the ICU."
Stepping over the attacker writhing on the ground, Huai Shi followed the Alliance staff toward the operating room.
In the private elevator, Huai Shi asked Akazaki, who had arrived earlier, "How is the situation exactly?"
"We