Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

As for the Crimson Thorn—Shen Hanzhou gritted his teeth.

Agnes Chow said the debt of gratitude has been repaid.

Since they said it, it's probably true.

He helped with the controlled raw materials three years ago, and today he's paying for it with his life; the accounts are even now.

Shen Hanzhou suppressed all these thoughts, leaving only one question in his mind: how to get out of here alive.

The fire escape has been blocked off by people outside.

Fang Li was at the main gate with Zhou Ting and Wang Zhaoping.

There are three rooms on the second floor, and the window of the innermost room faces the drainage ditch behind the factory.

He slowly backed away, trying not to make a sound with the soles of his shoes.

Shen Hanzhou retreated to the door of the last room.

My hand touched the doorknob; the metal was ice-cold. Three options exploded in my mind at once—

Jump out the window?

There were people guarding the drainage ditch. One of the people from the group that circled around from the side was crouching at the drainage ditch outlet, his gun pointed at the second-floor window.

beat?

One pair of surgical scissors is used against three groups of crossfire.

He couldn't even pierce Fang Li's bulletproof vest.

surrender?

The score for Senior Sister Shen Yanhui's death on the dissection table has not yet been settled.

He rejected all three options.

There is no way.

All roads are blocked.

The moment this judgment entered his mind, Shen Hanzhou suddenly calmed down.

My heart was still pounding in my chest like a drum, but all the screaming fear, surging anger, and desperate urgency to find a way out of my mind vanished in that instant.

He looked down at the surgical scissors he had been clutching in his hand.

The stainless steel blade was bathed in the pale light of the broken light tube overhead.

These scissors belong to my senior sister—he was rescued by Shen Yanhui from an underground black market potion workshop, and on his first day in the Five Mountains Society laboratory, my senior sister stuffed these scissors into his hand.

He used these scissors to cut the edges of chromatograms for six years. His senior colleague also used these scissors, and there may still be fingerprints left on the tip of the blade from the last time she cut a sample.

Shen Hanzhou managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Senior sister, I can't leave. I'll go down and stay with you."

He put the USB drive in his mouth and bit down on the plastic casing with his teeth.

"But before I go down, I have to take them down with me."

Just as he clenched his teeth, Fang Li's footsteps echoed in the corridor.

The beam of the flashlight sliced ​​through the side of the metal cabinet, and the spot of light swept across the edge of the cabinet, only half a step away from where he was hiding.

Shen Hanzhou's heart pounded wildly in his chest during those last few seconds.

Each blow felt like it was shattering my ribs from the inside.

That was anger, that was resentment.

He hadn't settled his score with his senior sister yet, and he hadn't made those high-ranking members of the Five Mountains Alliance pay the price. He was unwilling to die in this dilapidated corridor.

Fang Li's shoes made a rustling sound as they rubbed against the cement floor.

Wang Zhaoping's walkie-talkie made a static-induced beep.

Zhou Ting's flashlight beam swept across the edge of the iron cabinet.

Fang Li raised his hand to signal the team members behind him to stop.

The sound of fabric rubbing together was particularly jarring in the corridor.

The beam of the flashlight cut across the side of the metal cabinet.

The light shone on Shen Hanzhou's left shoulder.

Fang Li grinned.

The gun barrel was raised.

"I've found you."

In that instant—before Fang Li had fully raised his gun, Zhou Ting's finger had just touched the trigger, and Wang Zhaoping's breath was still stuck in his throat—Shen Hanzhou's consciousness suddenly erupted violently.

A force not belonging to the physical body exploded within him.

It was like someone had set off a bomb in his head.

The shockwave blasted outward from the depths of his consciousness, shattering the boundaries of all his perception.

A burst of white light exploded before my eyes, my ears were filled with a sharp buzzing sound, and my entire skull was resonating.

His senses were forcibly torn apart in the blink of an eye.

The world before his eyes transformed into a giant molecular structure diagram.

That's not an abstract concept, not a baseball bat model from a textbook, but a microscopic vision that's clearer than the naked eye.

He saw the dust particles suspended in the air—each one a mixture of silica and organic debris, with the angles of the silicon-oxygen bonds clearly visible.

He saw the peeling paint on the wall—long polyurethane chains coiled like snakes, with cross-linking points as dense as a fishing net.

He saw the rust spots on the iron cabinet—ferric oxide crystals spreading on the surface of iron atoms, and dislocation lines with distorted lattice lines crawling all over the rusted layer like scars.

In that instant, Shen Hanzhou understood that this was an ability bestowed upon him by the Seed of Soul.

He spent a long time synthesizing illegal drugs for the Five Mountains Society.

Disassembling molecular formulas and recombining synthetic routes is an instinct ingrained in our bones.

This obsession was captured by the Seed of the Soul, amplified, and forged into a weapon—his greatest weapon was never a gun or a knife, but the thousands of molecular formulas in his mind.

"I've stood in front of the fume hood for six years, not to do your bidding."

Molecular Reconstruction

[Using mental power as a medium, this technique forcibly dismantles and reassembles non-living matter within contact or line of sight at the molecular level. It can break down a substance into its molecular form and reconstruct it into another substance of equal mass that it clearly understands. The total amount of matter reconstructed in a single operation is limited by the upper limit of mental power. A complete and clear understanding of the target substance's molecular structure is required. Simple inorganic substances can be reconstructed instantly, while large organic molecules require several seconds to tens of seconds. This technique can only be applied to non-living matter. External interference will interrupt the reconstruction.]

But that's enough for now.

Enough to kill everyone in this corridor.

Shen Hanzhou lowered his head and looked at the surgical scissors in his hand.

The sensory perception penetrates directly through the stainless steel surface and reaches deep into the crystal arrangement of the iron-chromium-nickel alloy.

Every iron atom and every metallic bond is clearly visible.

He could even feel the bond energy between those atoms—the metallic bond between iron and carbon, the occupancy of chromium atoms in the lattice, and the contribution of nickel atoms to lattice stability.

An unprecedented surge of ecstasy shot up my spine.

He grinned and smiled silently.

I have power now.

I could kill you all.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Fang Li raised his gun, Zhou Ting's finger touched the trigger, and the barrels of the three team members simultaneously aimed at Shen Hanzhou. In no more than half a second, all five shots would be fired at once.

Shen Hanzhou suddenly activated his ability under the gun barrel.

The surgical scissors disintegrated directly in his palm.

The metallic bonds of the iron-chromium-nickel alloy are forcibly broken, and the solid metal collapses into atomic-level powder in the blink of an eye.

A pool of flowing, iron-gray powder dripped from between his fingers, reflecting a faint metallic luster in the pale beam of the flashlight.

Fang Li's nonchalant expression froze.

His eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets.

"What—"

Two teammates behind him exclaimed, "Captain! What is that?!"

The other team member did not hesitate and pulled the trigger immediately.

The bullet struck Shen Hanzhou in the chest.

Wang Zhaoping's gun also fired.

Two bullets were fired at Shen Hanzhou from two different directions at the same time.

Shen Hanzhou spread his five fingers on his right hand.

The power slammed into the concrete ground beneath his feet. The concrete disintegrated into molecular form beneath his feet, and within fractions of a second, it reformed—a calcium carbonate skeleton, silicate filling, and iron oxide reinforcement—a thick, earth-gray barrier exploded from the ground and rose up, blocking his way.

As the earthen wall rose, two bullets slammed into its surface.