When You Treat Me as an Enemy, I Am!

Medical Center.

Operating Room.

George's delayed response gave Adam a taste of how Hu Yifei felt waiting for takeout. He had nearly grabbed Soldier God of War by the head and smashed it into the floor.

One smash, one prompt.

But Adam was the sun, the light of righteousness. Under everyone's watchful eyes and the cameras, he would absolutely never do anything excessive with emotional overtones.

Emmm.

He would show this recording to Lexie later.

Learn from it.

This was how to be emotionless without being cold.

After Adam urged him repeatedly, George finally came over with the sedative.

"Take it."

Seeing how George was trembling and afraid to approach, Adam did not make things difficult for him. He handed over his phone, took the syringe of sedative, and swiftly jabbed it into the soldier's neck as he began struggling violently again. It was settled in an instant.

The effects of the drug were truly terrifying.

If it told you to go down, you went down.

If it were Adam, perhaps his freakish physique, which was heading toward something inhuman, could greatly reduce the sedative's effects. It might take double, then double again, to achieve the same result.

But Soldier God of War was ultimately just an ordinary person. He fell unconscious instantly.

"You can continue."

Adam took his phone back from George. With one hand, he grabbed the unconscious soldier and effortlessly lifted the muscular, fully armed man with a single hand. He nodded to Dr. Shepherd and headed outside.

"..."

The medical staff were still in shock and could not calm down for a long time.

"Thank you, Adam."

Dr. Shepherd was, after all, a top physician with the nerve to uphold medical ethics at gunpoint. He was the first to recover and sincerely thanked Adam as he