Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Li Rui stepped over the embers of the guards and walked towards Zhang Zhaoqing.

"Da, da, da."

Each sound was like Death measuring the distance of judgment.

Zhang Zhaoqing slumped against the corner of the deepest part of the laboratory. Due to the enhanced senses brought about by the drug's effects, he could clearly see Li Rui's bloodshot eyes, which were burning with dark red flames.

The chill that seeped into his very bones made his jaw chatter uncontrollably.

Zhang Zhaoqing wanted to run, but his legs were too heavy to obey him, and even the twitching of his toes seemed impossible.

Li Rui walked past the first row of experimental tables.

His fingertips traced the metal surface with the blood groove.

Some brown stains remained on the table, which were dried bloodstains.

Beside it, a broken restraint strap hung limply to the ground, its inside covered with messy scratch marks—

That was the last struggle a being left for the world as it consciously felt the blade piercing its body.

Xiaoxiao, were you like that back then too?

In this cold darkness, gazing at the devil's face, waiting for that miracle that will never come?

Li Rui asked himself silently in his heart, and the ruby ​​brooch deep in his heart suddenly tightened, sending a piercing pain through him.

In Zhang Zhaoqing's pupils, fear had liquefied.

In his fear, he saw that behind Li Rui was no longer nothingness, but countless illusory figures standing there.

The boy who was pushed down the stairs by his son, the roommate who became waste in the laboratory, the middle-aged woman who didn't even have a chance to see her daughter one last time...

They all stood behind Li Rui, a dense mass of wronged souls, gradually filling the entire laboratory with each step Li Rui took.

"Don't come any closer...don't come any closer..." Zhang Zhaoqing's voice was hoarse.

With trembling hands, he pulled a "Tranquilizer V-Type" from his inner pocket, hoping for one last gamble.

He bit off the needle cap and aimed the trembling needle tip at the side of his neck.

However, Li Rui's dark red eyes suddenly widened.

That was no longer the gaze of a police officer scrutinizing a suspect, but rather the gaze of karmic fire itself upon sin.

The battle with the guards extinguished the last vestige of Li Rui's belief in "procedural justice"—

Those guards were merely tools, and he no longer hesitated;

And the person in front of you is the source of all this.

Zhang Zhaoqing's crime requires no trial, no evidence, and no one's approval.

Li Rui's understanding of this crime was as clear as looking directly at the sun.

So, the moment his gaze fell upon Zhang Zhaoqing, the will of karmic fire followed that gaze and crashed down upon his soul.

That wasn't physical suppression, but rather a pressure originating from the soul dimension—

It was as if countless hands reached out from the void, tightly gripping every nerve of Zhang Zhaoqing's struggling.

Zhang Zhaoqing's hand hovered in mid-air, the needle tip only one centimeter away from his skin, yet he could not push it any further.

In the corner of the lab bench, the phone that Zhang Zhaoqing had dropped during his escape was still lit up.

On the call screen, the three characters "Young Master Wang" flickered in the dim firelight, but the call never ended.

On the other end of the phone, in the quiet, upscale study, Wang Shijun could hear every heavy breath and every subtle metallic clanging sound clearly.

He didn't speak, he even held his breath. He was trying to cross space through Zhang Zhaoqing's fear to touch the pulse of that power called "extraordinary".

Li Rui looked at Zhang Zhaoqing, but it was as if he were looking through Zhang Zhaoqing and into the distant void.

Xiaoxiao, you once said that I am the fiercest fire.

You said that hating evil is the reason I live.

You also said that even if the fire isn't big enough, you'll always be my accelerant...

Look, I'm here now.

Although it was late, I still came.

Li Rui took a deep breath; the air was a mixture of blood, fire, and the taste of revenge.

"Xiaoxiao—!!!"

He suddenly raised his left hand and pressed it against his chest.

"Watch closely—!!!"

In that instant, the temperature in the entire basement soared.

The ruby ​​brooch that was originally pinned to the neckline of Li Rui's underwear suddenly burst forth with a light as if a star had collapsed.

The light was no longer a gentle, warm red, but a dark crimson filled with violence and a will to judge.

Countless tiny red lights flowed upstream along his blood vessels, and his eyes completely transformed into two wildly spinning nebulae.

"hold head high--!!!"

A dragon's roar that transcended dimensions exploded from behind Li Rui.

At this moment, the dark red karmic fire completely shed its "flame" form.

They frantically entangled, compressed, and deformed, eventually transforming into a dark red dragon nearly ten meters long, which coiled up in the low-ceilinged space of the laboratory.

The dragon's scales were made up of countless tiny fire vortexes, and the faces of the suffering were faintly visible beneath each scale.

With a gentle sway of its whiskers, the metal pipes in its path instantly liquefied, and its crimson-gold dragon eyes completely overlapped with Li Rui's pupils.

Compared to this colossal object, Zhang Zhaoqing appeared as insignificant as a speck of dust.

He saw a blurry, indistinct shadow appearing between the dragon's eyebrows.

It was the silhouette of a woman, wearing a light apricot-colored knitted cardigan with a small flame brooch pinned to the collar, smiling gently at Li Rui.

"This..." The syringe in Zhang Zhaoqing's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and the dark purple liquid seeped out, emitting a pungent white smoke.

His will completely crumbled at that moment.

This is a miracle, and also a divine punishment.

Xiaoxiao, you said you would burn through the darkness...

I'll listen to you—burn through the darkness!

"Go!" Li Rui roared, tearing his throat, and swung his left hand forward violently.

"roar--!!!"

The fire dragon raised its head and swooped down, its huge mouth instantly swallowing Zhang Zhaoqing, who was huddled in the corner, whole.

In an instant, Zhang Zhaoqing turned into a human torch.

Inside the fire dragon is a judgment space composed of karmic fire.

Zhang Zhaoqing did not die immediately.

The karmic fire sustained his consciousness, forcing every nerve to feel the all-encompassing burning with a thousandfold intensity.

Zhang Zhaoqing wanted to scream, but only dark red flames surged from his throat, and every alveolus in his lungs was filled with fire snakes.

He was held in mid-air by the fire dragon, his body becoming translucent in the intense red light, his bones, internal organs, and blood vessels intertwining in the fire.

Li Rui stared at the silhouette struggling in the fire, the dark red in his eyes burning through all procedures, all laws, and all so-called "overall situation".

"It's not over yet," Li Rui said, emphasizing each word.

The fire dragon let out a deep roar, which marked the beginning of the judgment.

Zhang Zhaoqing's consciousness was suddenly plunged into an endless abyss.

The first cycle of reincarnation.

He became the boy who was pushed down the stairs by Zhang Ziqian.

He felt every crisp sound of his spine hitting the steps, felt the cold ground against his face, and felt his vision gradually being covered by the despair of blood.