Gao Wu: After holding back for eighteen years, my words are divine.

"Can we find it?"

"Of course not! Ha!"

The rooftop of Seattle Compassion Hospital.

A slightly manic, androgynous voice echoed across the rooftop.

There was a strange man wearing a detective's trench coat, but with a black stocking over his head.

At this moment, he is standing on the edge of the 20th-floor rooftop with his arms outstretched, as if embracing the sun.

Below them was a bottomless abyss; a slight gust of wind could blow a person down and smash them into a bloody pulp.

But she acted as if she were taking a walk in her own backyard.

They even stood on tiptoe, enjoying the warm morning sun and spring breeze.

"I'm just a ruthless bandit."

The thug in stockings turned his head.

"All I know is how to rob, how to kill, and how to win."

"Finding someone? That's a detective's job."

"As for this detective outfit I'm wearing..."

"Heh, it's just 'spoils' won from those damned devils!"

And behind her.

A girl with pigtails.

Ye Yilin was looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Please... you ruthless bandit."

Ye Yilin clasped her hands together, her voice choked with emotion.

"I really want to know where Dad went..."

"We came together, he must be in this hospital too! Just tell me where he is..."

The girl bit her lip, her eyes filled with stubbornness.

"I'll go save him myself! Okay?"

"..."

Upon hearing this...

The stocking-clad thug standing on the edge was stunned for a moment.

Then, as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Pfft... Hahahaha!!"

She suddenly leaned back, bursting into laughter, her whole body swaying precariously at the edge of the rooftop.

"You? Go and rescue him yourself?"

"Oh my god... I'm dying of laughter!"

"Ye Yilin, my dear young lady, could you please stop making your mother laugh so early in the morning? Hahaha!"

The stocking-clad thug wiped away the tears of laughter.

"With your F-rank physique? Or with your ability to cry?"

"In this cannibalistic hospital, you can't even afford the registration fee, yet you want to save people?"

Ye Yilin's face instantly turned bright red.

She lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes, but could only nod silently.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said such unrealistic things."

"But... I really have no other choice."

"If those prisoners catch my dad..."

"They'll definitely kill him! He's the warden, those people hate him!"

"So please... please help me, for the sake of us being Chinese..."

at this time.

The five young prison guards standing behind Ye Yilin also lowered their heads, their expressions complicated, but they dared not speak.

Hey.

The thug in the stockings stopped laughing.

She jumped off the edge of the rooftop.

She walked step by step to Ye Yilin, staring intently at the warden's daughter.

"But…"

The burly bandit in stockings spread his hands.

"My dear Miss Ye, daughter of Warden Ye Desheng."

"Have you ever considered... that I might also be a criminal?"

"And as the warden, that is, your 'kind' father..."

"How did you treat me back then?"

Whoosh!

There were no signs whatsoever.

The stocking-clad thug suddenly ripped open his detective trench coat.

hiss!

Everyone present gasped in shock.

All that could be seen were hideous scars all over his abdomen and ribs!

There were burns, whip marks, and even dents left by blunt force trauma.

It was a shocking sight, a mixture of old and new wounds, so gruesome it was nauseating.

Ye Yilin covered her mouth, trembling so much she couldn't speak.

She lived in the ivory tower her father had built and had never seen such a hellish sight.

"You can't answer that, right?"

The stocking-clad thug put down his clothes and sneered:

"In this ghost hospital, where the exorbitant 'cutting edge' of the 'Eagle Nation Medical Loans' constantly looms overhead..."

"Who's protecting you? Who's protecting you bunch of burdens?"

"It's me... the stocking-clad thug."

"One person because of a pair of stockings!"

"A murderer who killed a vile woman and was imprisoned in a dark and hopeless jail for a full eighteen years!!"

Her voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"I was only freed when this damned apocalypse came, when the bizarre broke free of my cage!"

"Going to jail is a legal judgment, a deserved punishment."

"I don't blame the country, and I don't regret killing that bitch."

"but…"

The burly bandit in stockings pointed to his stomach, pointing to the scars.

"These scars... I don't deserve them!!"

"This is all thanks to your wonderful father! That upright and incorruptible warden, Ye Desheng!!"

"You're talking nonsense!!"

Before Ye Yilin could answer.

Behind him, a hot-blooded young prison guard finally couldn't hold back any longer and rushed up, pointing at the stocking-clad thug and roaring angrily.

"Our prison has strict regulations! It's a model unit for civilized law enforcement!"

"The warden has always been so good to us, how could he possibly abuse his power?!"

"Your injuries..."

"You must have caused trouble outside and left this behind! Don't try to frame the warden!"

"Calm down! Xiao Zhang! Calm down!"

Seeing this, the other four prison guards rushed over and held him tightly.

One of the older prison guards covered Xiao Zhang's mouth and said in a deep voice:

"Stop talking!!"

"We all survived because of her!"

"Without her, we would have been drained of blood by those nurses in the ER on our very first day!"

"We...have no right to point fingers at our saviors."

Upon hearing this...

The agitated young prison guard froze, his anger gradually subsiding into helplessness and shame.

His head drooped limply.

Yes…

The order has collapsed.

They are a group of prison guards who represent justice and order.

Now they have to rely on a criminal who was once under their control for protection.

This in itself...

It's a huge irony.

"hehe."

The burly bandit in stockings, instead of being angry at the scene, chuckled softly.

"As expected of college graduates of the new era, they are quite pragmatic."

"Don't worry, I have no intention of using morality to blackmail you, and you don't need to feel guilty."

She clapped her hands and straightened her trench coat.

"All I've done is atonement."

"Saving you, the flowers of our motherland, is enough to atone for that bitch's life, isn't it?"

"Now... we're even."

Done.

The thug in stockings walked up to Ye Yilin and patted her shoulder heavily.

"After we leave this hospital, we'll go our separate ways and never owe each other anything again."

"So... do you understand, little princess?"

With tears in her eyes, Ye Yilin looked at the woman in front of her, a woman who was both terrifying and pathetic.

In the end, she had no choice but to nod.

She buried the words about wanting to save her father deep in her heart, along with her tears.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad!"

The stocking-clad thug instantly changed his expression and ruffled Ye Yilin's hair.

"Isn't that better?"

"As long as we don't mention that disgusting man, we're best friends!!"

Then.

She turned around gracefully.

She looked down at the dark stairwell leading downstairs.

"So..."

"Time's up."

The stocking-clad thug licked his lips.

"Let's go and meet those poor, lowly people in the United States."

"In the hands of those bastards who will trigger their kill threshold as soon as they run out of money..."

"Go and get the money to get us out of this hospital..."

"Win them all!!"

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[Note: The world-building is complete. The pacing of the upcoming story will be about 50% faster than the academy arc. Get ready.]