It’s a pity the hostage isn’t in Tianjing City, otherwise, with just a word to Ethan Ford, we might have been able to rescue Lillian Foster’s beautiful little sister.

So, let’s treat this as vengeance for the dead.

I began hacking into the opponent’s computer. His firewall was set up quite well—at least several levels above my own skills. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t up against an ordinary hacker.

But a mutant.

I quickly crippled his firewall and created a new document on his desktop, typing a line right in front of him.

“Have you seen the Star of Death?”

He reacted quickly, immediately replying below: “Who are you, master!?”

Kenneth Johnson.

While answering in my mind, I unleashed my full power and blew up his monitor.

The excessive strain made my head split with sudden, excruciating pain, and I nearly tumbled off my chair, collapsing to the floor. It took a long, long time before I could recover.

…I’m never doing something like that again.

After getting up from the floor, I made one last effort to notify the local police of his location. If that little sister is lucky enough, maybe she’ll survive.

When I returned to Second Miss Bennett’s study, the sisters were still arguing heatedly over what to do with Lillian Foster, each holding their ground, neither willing to give in. Second Miss’s excessive sympathy and compassion had already made Grace Bennett quite annoyed, and for once, she was visibly angry with her younger sister.

“Xiaoyin, don’t be so naive! That Wang guy was right—even if you let her go this time, she won’t be grateful! From the moment she dropped poison into the teacup, she became a traitor. That’s a sin that can never be washed away!”

Well said. Looks like this woman isn’t hopelessly stupid after all.

“Big sister, you’re being too harsh. Lillian Foster didn’t betray me—she was just forced into it…”

This woman, on the other hand, really does seem hopeless. There’s nothing wrong with being close to Lillian Foster, but losing your head over it is just plain foolish.

But it doesn’t matter. While the two of them are arguing endlessly, the poisoned tea poured down the maid’s throat won’t wait for anyone. I said it wouldn’t be fatal, but that’s only if she’s rescued in time.

If left untreated, even appendicitis can be deadly.

The poison in the maid’s body was already taking effect. Mild hallucinations masked the pain, so she didn’t realize her life was slipping away. Her face was pale, but her lips had turned a bluish-purple, eerily strange. If the The Bennett Sisters kept arguing for another two or three hours, I could just call the funeral home to collect the body.

Unfortunately, Second Miss Bennett may be slow-witted, but her eyes are sharp. Seeing Lillian Foster’s miserable state, she had no heart to keep arguing with her sister and immediately called for emergency help.

Two minutes later, a thunderous roar sounded above the The Bennett Family, and a snow-white medevac helicopter landed on the lawn. Four medical staff and a self-propelled stretcher jumped out.

I stood at the door, sizing up the four of them. The key to this poisoning plot should be right here.

Homemade poison from the kitchen couldn’t kill—so what could?

The answer was obvious.

The lead doctor, looking serious and anxious, hurried over and asked me, “Where’s the patient!?”

I pointed behind me. “Go find her yourself.”

The doctor flew into a rage. “What kind of attitude is that!? The poisoned person could be in critical condition—there’s no time to waste!”

“…Then why are you standing here arguing with me, idiot?”

The doctor’s face turned beet red, looking more like a poisoning victim than Lillian Foster.

At that moment, Grace Bennett arrived just in time and said to the doctor, “Hello, please come with me. The person at the door isn’t part of the The Bennett Family, so please don’t mind his rude words.”

The doctor let out a long breath and nodded. “Alright, please lead the way.” Then he waved his companions to follow him to the study.

Up to this point, I hadn’t noticed any flaws in these four.

Were they just that good at acting? Or was my guess wrong?

As I was thinking, I caught a glimpse of the self-propelled stretcher clumsily following behind the medical staff. This kind of stretcher can carry over two tons, move freely over all kinds of rough terrain, and comes equipped with basic emergency gear—very powerful.

It’s also quite large—just about big enough to fit a person inside.

…Alright, the answer is clear.

I walked over to the self-propelled stretcher and slowly raised my right hand.

The stretcher stopped—not slow to react, but unfortunately, too late.

My palm came down, and the metal stretcher exploded like a balloon pricked by a needle! Shards of metal shot out like rain, smashing all the glass windows on one side of the corridor and leaving deep, jagged marks on the walls and floor tiles.

At the same time, a mass of shattered bones and flesh burst out from the debris. What should have been a whole human body was now—well, even a ragdoll torn apart by the angriest little girl would be more intact than this.

I never show mercy to my enemies.

Chapter 10: From Today On, I’m a Graduate of a Prestigious University

The doctors took away the poisoned Lillian Foster, as well as the pile of corpses left in the corridor.

Because aside from these medical staff, who were used to seeing death, everyone else who witnessed the scene turned pale and vomited nonstop, making the sanitary conditions even worse.