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The two men lying on the ground, whose condition was worse than a street dog, saw him coming towards them and started begging him loudly while moving backward. Seeing this, a devilish smile appeared on his face.

The man, who at this moment looked nothing less than a demon on that terrace, was named Arth Raghuvanshi, 28 years old, with fair skin, blue eyes always filled with an intense rage, thin brown hard lips that anyone would desire to touch, and a light stubble on his beautiful face that would make anyone eager to caress it. As beautiful as his face was, his temperament was equally dangerous.

This man, who looked like a deadly deity in the guise of a cupid, was Arth Raghuvanshi, one of Asia's top surgeons and a formidable figure in the business world, whose terror and cruelty made his enemies tremble, while his hotness made girls go crazy for him. With his hotness and his style, it was hard to say whether girls were his weakness or he was theirs.

Walking with his dark aura, Arth squatted on his toes near those two men and stared at them with his emotionless eyes, causing them to beg for their lives.

Just then, a bodyguard approached, carrying a box, and stood before Arth, opening it. As soon as the two men saw the contents of the box, their faces turned pale, and they were terrified to the core.

The box was filled with various unique surgical tools used for operations.

Arth picked out a surgical tool that looked like a knife from the box, and while holding it, he traced it over the face of one of the men and said, "Do you know, there are two things I hate the most. Now tell me, what are those two things?" Arth said in his cold voice, to which the man stammered, "First, be-betrayal, second, li-lies."

Hearing this, Arth gave an evil smile and said, "Now tell me, when you have committed both these mistakes, how can I let you go?"

"Bo-boss, please give me one last chance. I promise I will never do such a thing again," the man said in a trembling voice. Arth, slowly poking the surgical tool near the corner of the man's eye, said, "You will make mistakes again if you stay alive, right?"

"You know, it's not your fault, so you won't be punished," hearing this, the man sighed in relief, but then Arth continued, and the man's breath caught in his throat.

"It's not your fault, but the fault of these eyes that dared to look at my goods," Arth said and plunged the surgical tool deep into the man's eye, causing his agonizing screams to echo across the terrace. But none of the men standing there had any expression on their faces, as if they were used to witnessing such scenes and it was a common occurrence for them.

The man's face was now half covered in blood, and his continuous screams would make anyone's heart tremble. Meanwhile, the other man sitting beside him, seeing his companion's condition, started screaming in fear and began begging Arth for mercy.

Arth, who disliked any noise during his work, picked up another surgical tool without looking and swiftly plunged it into the other man's throat, silencing his screams as they were choked in his throat.

The man began writhing on the ground, his heels scraping the floor.

"I hate bloody noises," Arth said in his harsh voice, as he pulled the surgical tool out of the first man's eye and plunged it into the second man's eye, causing another round of agonizing screams to echo through the terrace.

While the men were writhing in pain, Arth extended his hand, and a man handed him a large surgical tool meant for making big incisions.

While the men were still conscious, Arth made a large cut from their chests to their stomachs and slowly started removing their organs, which another man placed in a liquid-filled glass jar.

The men's screams echoed throughout the terrace, but eventually, they stopped screaming and died writhing in pain. Just then, another man came forward with a suitcase and opened it in front of Arth. The suitcase was filled with drugs, and seeing it brought a crooked smile to Arth's face.

Arth filled the dead bodies with the drugs and sewed them up, smiling wickedly, and said, "These are the drugs you betrayed me for, so take them with you in death."

Saying this, he stood up and took a cigarette from his pocket, placing it between his lips. A bodyguard stepped forward and lit it for him, and Arth, taking a drag, said, "Throw these dogs in their rightful place."

"Keep all this equipment in the hospital," Arth said, glancing at the organs and then looking away.

None of the bodyguards standing there had any expression on their faces; if anything, it was fear, fear of Arth, because Arth was not a human but a psycho, a psycho who was not just difficult but impossible to understand.

Just then, the terrace door opened with a jolt, and Arth looked ahead with his emotionless face.