Jealousy

Outside that closed door to the operating theatre, the world was as if it had been split into two extremes.

Outside the door, a fierce battle was in full swing, the air was filled with the pungent smell of rust, and bright red blood snaked on the ground, painting a shocking picture.

The surrounding crowd held their breath, no one dared to easily wade into this battlefield, because this was not only a clash of power, but also a duel between two very different worlds - the

On one side, there is the greatest martial arts master in the world, who controls the biggest martial arts family in the world; on the other side, there is a team of well-equipped and brutal mercenaries, with guns in their hands, who are determined to kill and kill.

Percy Spencer, despite being in a disadvantageous position, unarmed, but with the essence of martial arts handed down from generation to generation and excellent hands, he is able to move freely in the shadow of swords.

Every attack and every dodge contains the wisdom and power of a martial arts family that has accumulated for thousands of years.

His clothes were slightly dishevelled, and although there were a few tiny wounds on his body, that confident and calm smile never disappeared from his lips, as if the victory had long belonged to him.

Those mercenaries, even though they were numerous and armed to the teeth, still seemed to be incapable of facing such an opponent as Percy Spencer.

The sounds of gunshots and shouts mixed together to form a melody of death.

As time went by, their group plummeted from the initial voluminous hundred to just a few dozens, each with fear and despair.

Clearly, the balance of the battle had quietly tipped in favour of Percy Spencer, demonstrating the resilience and superior martial arts skills of the martial artist, leaving the viewer in awe.

In the messy hospital corridor, the figures of Percy Spencer and Theobald were separated like two meteorites, each of them was shaken back by the irresistible force for several metres, and fell heavily on the cold ground, the dust slowly rose up and swirled around them, as if witnessing this thrilling duel.

Their clothes were shattered and mottled blood seeped out, mixing with the smell of antiseptic solution permeating the air to create an unusually heavy scent.

Despite Percy Spencer's reputation for strength, there was a flash of pain in his eyes, and it was clear that even though he had made Theobald pay, he hadn't been spared in this encounter.

This is just like the old saying...

Hurting the enemy a thousand times, but losing eight hundred times, a battle down, both lose.

Terri Schiavo hurried through the doorway of the operating theatre, his face pale from the long, intense surgery, but his jaw dropped and his brow furrowed at the sight of the chaos in the corridor.

"Oops! Just leaving for a while to change into a surgical gown, and you guys actually turned this place into a battlefield?"

There was a touch of helplessness and chastisement in his words, the volume unconsciously raised a few notches as they echoed through the empty corridor.

Eyes then turned to Percy Spencer, only to see him barely standing still, the marks of his confrontation clearly visible, Terri Schiavo's mind was again startled, who was the other party that could force Percy Spencer into such a position?

A sense of tension surged through him, causing him to quicken his pace.

Approaching Percy Spencer's side, Terri Schiavo's expression became serious and concerned:

"Percy Spencer, you shouldn't have forgotten, right, that using mana in such a reckless manner comes at the cost of your life force! How can you be so rash? Come on, forget about everything else for now, let me treat your wounds as soon as possible and restore your strength."

Percy Spencer's gaze once again turned to the fading distance, where Theobald's figure was rapidly disappearing with the unconscious Lisbeth Dawson with the aid of space travelling, leaving behind a trail of almost invisible ripples.

Percy Spencer's figure lurched, wanting to catch up, but knowing that he was at the end of his tether at the moment, he could only watch them leave, his heart's unwillingness and apprehension mixing into an impenetrable web.

In the end, he nodded gently, without saying anything more, and followed Terri Schiavo, setting off on the road to the treatment room.

The backs of the two men faded away, leaving behind a battlefield that needed to be cleaned up, as well as the unfinished story that was quietly fermenting in the air.

The corpses were layered like dead leaves in autumn, piling up into an eerie hill, shrouding the area in a dead silence.

On the periphery, a circle of police officers in red uniforms formed a brick wall, but only surrounded from afar, not daring to act rashly.

They nervously exchanged glances, fearing that an inadvertent mistake would injure an innocent person, and even more so because they knew that those mercenaries hiding in the shadows were by no means idle -

These guys were either retired elite soldiers who had been through many battles.

Or the bottom of the social layer out of the ferocious people, all ruthless.

In contrast, although the police are well-trained, but in front of the real life and death battle, the two sides are obviously not in the same weight class.

In this tense and depressing atmosphere, Theobald, holding Lisbeth Dawson in his arms, who had already fallen asleep, slowly paced out from the shadows of the operating theatre, each step seemingly extraordinarily heavy and determined.

At this moment, Hannah Jones, who seemed to be completely unaware of the tense atmosphere around her, shouted at Percy Spencer, who was in the midst of a fierce battle with the enemy, her voice sharp and anxious: "Night, look at that man, he's attempting to take Lisbeth Dawson away from us, we mustn't allow this to happen! "

Hannah Jones's shout was like an invisible blade, instantly severing Percy Spencer's concentration, his attention was briefly distracted at this moment, and in that instant, a bullet silently pierced through the clamour of the battlefield, striking him precisely in the shoulder blade.

Percy Spencer's figure shook slightly, but he clenched his teeth and did not let out the slightest cry of pain, only his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Yes, he was not invincible, he was also just flesh and blood, and the pain was equally real and unbearable for him.

Eyes darted to the man who had stepped out calmly with Lisbeth Dawson in his arms, and a flash of mixed emotions flashed through Percy Spencer's mind.

Only a few days ago, Lisbeth Dawson has already been so close to another man, what kind of charm does this man named Theobald have?

There was resentment in her heart, but more than that, there was an inexplicable wariness.

Under the mixture of anger and suspicion, Percy Spencer did not think twice and swung his palm at Theobald.

This strike gathered his years of martial arts training, and the powerful wind whistled as if even the air had been torn apart, enough to instantly turn a strong male's ribs into splinters.