This damned beast not only raped his sister, but in the end killed both his sister and his own parents. That was no accident, that was absolutely no accident.

If I can't avenge them, what's the point of living...

What's the point of living...

"Boom..."

At that moment, Ethan Clark felt as if some kind of gate in his body had opened, igniting, and his rage erupted like a volcano.

"Ah... my hand..."

At the same time, the two bodyguards holding Ethan Clark, Matthew Reed and another, suddenly felt the temperature around them rise sharply.

Most importantly, they suddenly felt as if their palms were pressed against a red-hot iron, instantly seared. They jerked their hands away, but wisps of flame had already ignited their sleeves and other clothes.

"Brother Reed..."

The other bodyguards were shocked too. They didn't understand what was happening—Matthew Reed and the others were suddenly on fire.

Anyone who didn't know better would think some incendiary device had set them alight. In a panic, they tore off their clothes to help, while Matthew Reed and the others rolled desperately on the ground.

Freed from restraint, Ethan Clark, with both legs broken, one arm twisted, and multiple fractures in his chest, was filled with explosive, burning power, but still could barely move.

"Ah... pfft..."

But at that moment, the strength in his body allowed him to use the hand still gripping the knife to hurl the now red-hot blade, scorched by the flames.

Ryan Foster, feeling stifled and furious, wanting to kill, turned his head just in time to see the knife—burned as if from a furnace—plunge into his chest.

Chapter 7: Death Settles Debts, Blood-Red Fruit

At this moment, David Thompson had just come downstairs. He was already moving as fast as he could; with no one around, he practically leapt down floor by floor.

Although he didn't dare jump straight from the seventh floor, hopping down the stairs was now a breeze for him.

When he exited the building, looked into the distance, and checked the clear video feed on his phone, he was stunned.

What did he see?

Ethan Clark's clothes were burning, he was like a man on fire, but he showed no pain. Seeing his own thrown knife pierce Ryan Foster's chest, he was smiling.

The two bodyguards who had just been restraining Ethan Clark were also engulfed in flames.

Though it was their clothes that caught fire first, they were in such agony that they kept rolling on the ground. The flames seemed like white phosphorus on a battlefield—impossible to extinguish even with help from other bodyguards.

"Ah..."

The one who could least believe what was happening was Ryan Foster. He was staring down at the knife embedded in his chest.

That fruit knife he had looked down on, the one he had just mocked.

In his mind, how could a fruit knife possibly kill someone? What a joke.

But now, that fruit knife was buried deep in his chest.

Not only that, but the searing flames on the blade were causing his internal organs to fail rapidly.

Although the fire on the knife quickly faded, Ryan Foster's mouth hung open, but he could no longer make a sound.

"Thud..."

Ryan Foster's body fell heavily backward.

At that moment, seeing Ryan Foster fall, Ethan Clark's eyes filled with joy, and as the breath left him, he lost the mental strength that had been sustaining him. Exhausted, he collapsed again.

After all that torment, he had already reached his limit, and it was only by reaching that limit that he could finally erupt like that.

Now, seeing Ryan Foster fall, the last breath in his heart escaped, and he instantly lost consciousness.

As he passed out, the flames on his body—and even those on Matthew Reed and the others—began to die out.

It had all happened so fast, so fast, that by the time David Thompson rushed down, everything was already over.

Others didn't even know what had happened. Some bodyguards shouted "white phosphorus," others yelled for fire extinguishers, and the two women screamed and kept retreating.

The onlookers were even more baffled, but only David Thompson saw clearly: those flames were definitely not from any incendiary device, nor white phosphorus—they had erupted from within Ethan Clark.

Including the knife in his hand, its handle burned away, finally glowing red as it stabbed into Ryan Foster's chest.

He could even hear the loud sound of Ryan Foster's last breath. And not only that.

In David Thompson's eyes, the red thread above Ryan Foster's head, along with those red and black dots, were rapidly dissipating—vanishing at an incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, they were gone without a trace.

David Thompson suddenly felt a pang of regret. He hadn't had time to grab that red thread and claim it, and now... it was just gone. What a waste.

Feeling regretful, David Thompson finally thought back to what had just happened.

Did Ethan Clark just undergo a mutation, like me?

What was that, a superpower?

But David Thompson felt that neither "superpower" nor "mutation" could really explain his own abilities.

"Young master..."

At that moment, Ryan Foster's bodyguards finally reacted and rushed to Ryan Foster, while one, eyes red with rage, charged at Ethan Clark.

"What are you doing? This is a school—what do you want to do to a student?"

There was no time to think. David Thompson was already rushing toward Ethan Clark.