Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"If I sign it..."

Song Chao's voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"If I'm locked up for three years, Young Master Ming will be able to sell the property smoothly and make tens of millions in profit, right?"

"No one knows about Zhang Jinshan taking kickbacks to buy substandard steel bars anymore, right?"

"Those of you who clean up his messes will either get promoted or make a fortune, right?"

Liu Lei's smile froze for a moment.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Just sign it when I tell you to."

Song Chao smiled.

That smile was devoid of any warmth, as cold as ice.

"What if I don't sign?"

He suddenly threw the pen to the ground.

The plastic pen barrel hit the concrete floor and shattered in two with a crack.

"You want me to take the blame, you want me to take the fall so that you bastards can get away with it."

"I'm telling you, you're dreaming!"

"Even if I rot in jail, even if I die here, I will never sign this!"

"Zhang Jinshan, Ming Shao, and you Liu Lei, and Yuan Qiao, you bunch of sons of bitches, you ganged up to cheat me, swindle me, and make a fool of me."

"I'm telling you, I'll settle this score with you sooner or later!"

"I will make you all pay the price!"

The voice of the Song Dynasty grew louder and louder until it was practically heard.

His chest heaved violently, and his wounds bled from the excitement. He was like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, ready to pounce and tear everything in front of him apart at any moment.

Liu Lei was startled by the hatred in his eyes and subconsciously took a step back.

He never expected that even though the Song Dynasty knew the whole truth, they still wouldn't sign.

He thought the blow of losing his family would completely break him and make him accept his fate.

He never expected that the Song Dynasty, after its collapse, would not only not fall apart, but would become even more insane.

"Are you fucking insane?!"

Liu Lei realized what was happening and his face contorted with anger.

"If you sign now, you'll suffer less."

"If you don't sign, I have plenty of ways to make you regret ever being born!"

Song Chao stared straight at him, his eyes almost overflowing with hatred.

"I regretted it a long time ago."

His voice was calm, so calm it was frightening.

"I regret living for twenty-seven years, being played like a fool by you all."

"I regret being too honest and too easy to bully, which is why you bastards have the audacity to shit on my head."

"But from today onwards, I will no longer tolerate this."

"I'm going to fight you to the death!"

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In a hotel room in Zhaoming City, Wen Yan placed his fingertips on his pulse point, feeling the steady beating of his heart.

He could clearly sense the surging hatred in the interrogation room, as scalding as lava, making his soul tremble.

The Song Dynasty was the most qualified candidate he had ever seen.

He lived an honest and upright life, never stealing or robbing, and tried his best to live a good life.

As a result, he was ganged up on and trampled into the mud. His wife was fake, his daughter was fake, his home was fake, and even the innocence he had desperately tried to protect was forcibly smeared with filth.

The hatred that erupts when such people are driven to the brink of despair is the best nourishment.

Wen Yan's lips curled into a very faint smile, and his fingertips twitched slightly.

A dark golden seed of soul, following the soul connection, silently fell into the depths of Song Dynasty's heart.

The moment the seed touched his surging blood, it immediately took root, frantically drawing upon the hatred and despair in his very bones.

Song Chao, who was in the interrogation room, suddenly shuddered.

A surge of scalding heat exploded from his heart, instantly flowing through his blood vessels and throughout his entire body.

The bones that were hurting so badly just now suddenly stopped hurting.

The broken ribs, the split lip, the wrists worn down to the bone by the handcuffs—all the wounds were healing at a visible speed.

The swollen eyelids reopened, revealing the scarlet eyeballs inside.

He could clearly feel his blood surging through his veins, each drop seemingly alive, churning with his will.

He could smell the rusty, bloody odor in the air, hear Liu Lei's heavy breathing due to surprise, and see the fear hidden beneath the stiff expression on his face.

This is not an illusion.

He can control his own blood.

It can even control everyone's blood.

Blood Control

[Using one's own mental energy as a guide, one can perceive and manipulate all liquid blood containing hemoglobin within their field of vision. One can transform their own blood into weapons of any shape for attack, or forcibly control the flow, coagulation, and boiling of blood within a target's body, destroying the target's physiological structure from within. The range and precision of manipulation are directly proportional to the concentration of mental energy. Manipulating one's own blood consumes no additional energy, while manipulating the blood of others requires forcibly breaking through their physiological barriers, with energy consumption increasing with the number of targets and their physical strength. Prolonged, large-scale manipulation will lead to excessive depletion of one's own red blood cells, resulting in dizziness and anemia at best, and permanent damage to hematopoietic function at worst. —You take my blood, I'll take your life.]

A low laugh escaped Song Chao's throat.

The laughter was hoarse, with bloody spittle rolling out of his throat, sending chills down Liu Lei's spine.

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

Liu Lei subconsciously took a step back, his hand already reaching for the baton behind his waist.

The Song Dynasty did not respond.

He raised his hand and looked at the wound on his wrist.

The wound that was bleeding just now has completely healed.

A drop of blood hung on his fingertip, swaying gently with his thoughts, like a red gemstone.

Liu Lei finally realized something was wrong.

He watched as Song Chao's wounds healed at a visible speed, and saw the drop of blood floating in mid-air, which terrified him so much that his face turned pale.

"What the hell are you up to?"

He turned and was about to run towards the door.

Song Chao raised his eyes slightly.

The drop of blood suddenly moved.

Like a red lightning bolt, it instantly pierced Liu Lei's knee.

"ah--!"

Liu Lei let out a piercing scream, his legs gave way, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Blood spurted through his knee, spraying blood all over the ground.

He tried to climb, but found that his legs wouldn't obey him at all.

Song Chao stared at his face, his eyes as cold as knives.

"When you hit me just now, did you use your fist or a baton?"

He slowly raised his hand and gently hooked his finger.

A large amount of blood suddenly gushed from the wound on Liu Lei's knee.

The blood didn't fall to the ground; instead, as if it were alive, it condensed in mid-air into a thin, long blood needle.

"Is this the place?"

Song Chao pressed his finger down.

The blood needle instantly pierced Liu Lei's other leg.

Another scream rang out.

Liu Lei was writhing on the ground in pain, repeatedly shouting "Help!"

Song Chao stood up from the iron chair.

The handcuffs on his hands broke in two with a gentle pull.

He moved his wrists, feeling the surging power within him.