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Chapter 311: Something's Amiss

Zhao Zhisheng, before the camera, watched as he continuously "sublimated," yet he couldn't even muster the strength to stand. He was utterly panicked.

"Save me! My dad is Zhao Lingang! Whoever saves me, he'll give you lots and lots of money! Xiao Li, call my dad! Hurry!" In his frantic state, Zhao Zhisheng was like a non-swimmer who had fallen into the water, desperately grasping at every possible straw.

"Who has a way to save Young Master Zhao?"

Everyone exchanged glances, yet no one stepped forward. They silently kept a considerable distance from Zhao Zhisheng, as no one knew what the "corpse-dissolving powder" on him actually was. If it were a contagious virus, rashly approaching could easily lead them to suffer the same fate. Most people in Tianning City had no fondness for this arrogant and overbearing fellow. Seeing his current misfortune, they even felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Of course, some wanted to stop Feng Buhui, who was preparing to leave. But he took out another similar packet of powder from his pocket and waved it at those blocking his path, scaring them into immediately retreating into the crowd. In such a situation, where no one wanted to step forward, calling the police was naturally most people's first reaction. It was best to leave the problem to the police. Even a scammer wouldn't dare try to pull their "porcelain touch" on a police officer; this was a situation where whoever stepped up would take the fall.

Upon receiving the report, the Tianning City police, abandoning their usual sluggish pace, rushed to the scene with utmost speed. At the same time, they immediately notified Zhao Lingang, who was currently in a meeting. Zhao Zhisheng's hyper-regeneration ability was still stubbornly resisting the Spirit Devourer's corrosion, but this also made his entire body appear pitted and uneven, giving him an extremely terrifying appearance.

Many dining customers, witnessing such a repulsive sight, couldn't help but feel a sudden urge to vomit. They quickly turned their heads, averting their gaze from his riddled body.

However, there were, of course, those who continued to stare intently, such as Li Hanxian, who was live-streaming.

His live streams were already famous for their morbid curiosity; he had even broadcast from a medical laboratory before, so his audience had a high tolerance for disturbing content. While Zhao Zhisheng's current state was horrifying, to a group of people who regularly watched gore-filled horror films, it was merely "just that," its appeal lying in its realism, like a forensic scene.

In the bullet-screen comments, words like "Did someone call the police?" occasionally flashed, but they were quickly drowned out by various "Bro, 666!" messages. They were merely spectators of news on a screen; with so many people at the scene, there was no need for them to get involved.

Over a hundred police officers arrived successively about ten minutes after the report, quickly cordoning off the scene. Ambulances arrived almost simultaneously. After all, the victim was no ordinary person; he was Mr. Zhao's son. If Mr. Zhao were to hold them accountable, everyone would be in trouble. However, seeing Zhao Zhisheng still bubbling and clearly beyond any hope of survival, they were at a loss for what to do.

According to eyewitness accounts, he was corrupted into his current state after coming into contact with some unknown substance. But for a chemical substance to reduce a second-tier ability user to this condition, an ordinary person would likely be instantly killed. Out of safety concerns, medical personnel and police did not dare to approach Zhao Zhisheng casually before confirming what the toxic substance was.

"Boom!" Just as Zhao Zhisheng was still agonizingly wailing and the on-site doctors were still discussing countermeasures, a strong middle-aged man crashed through the restaurant ceiling and descended from above.

"Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao!" The police chief, who was waiting nearby, recognized him instantly and rushed forward to report.

"How's my son?" Zhao Lingang, who had flown directly from the conference room, asked impolitely. To avoid being hindered by traffic jams, he had chosen the shortest route to the scene.

"We haven't yet found a way to handle Young Master Zhao's problem..." A middle-aged man emerged from the crowd, saying tremblingly and fearfully.

"What?!" Zhao Lingang, an Unmelting Realm ability user, unleashed his terrifying aura instantly. Everyone present suddenly felt as if they were targeted by a dinosaur, and even their breathing became difficult. "But we've found the assailant who attacked Young Master Zhao," the middle-aged man quickly added the second half of his sentence, fearing he'd be slapped to death by the enraged lion beside him.

"You can go catch the assailant; I'll go check on Zhisheng first." Zhao Lingang crossed the cordon and came before Zhao Zhisheng.

"Dad..." Zhao Zhisheng, who no longer looked human, managed to spit out a single word.

"Zhisheng!" Seeing his son transformed into this state, Zhao Lingang vowed in his heart to slice the perpetrator into a thousand pieces.

"What are you still filming?!" In his fit of rage, he casually slammed a palm at Li Hanxian, who was secretly live-streaming with his phone from a distance, sending him flying. Li Hanxian crashed through several tables, and his phone shattered into pieces.

Then, Zhao Lingang began to recall the healing spirit arts he had learned earlier. For the first time, he regretted not having learned more healing-type spirit arts, because the azure healing light shining on Zhao Zhisheng had no effect whatsoever; his body continued to bubble and gurgle.

"You! Are there any other methods?!" He barked, pointing at the medical personnel beside him.

"Please allow us to first take your son to the hospital's emergency room. There's too little rescue equipment here."

The Spirit Devourer was corroding him, while Zhao Zhisheng was regenerating. It was thanks to this tug-of-war that he had held on until now. However, Zhao Zhisheng felt he couldn't last much longer; hyper-regeneration also had its limits, especially since he was still merely a second-tier ability user.

"Alright, you..." Zhao Lingang's body suddenly went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, startling the medical personnel beside him, who thought something had also happened to him.

"I'm fine." Although he felt his body might have been invaded by whatever was on Zhao Zhisheng, he still followed the ambulance with a normal expression.

He couldn't fall yet. In the Huaxia Federation, a country gradually becoming one where might makes right, as the strongest in his family, once he showed even a hint of weakness, it would immediately attract a lot of trouble.

"What exactly is this thing?" Through the perception of his Life Field, Zhao Lingang carefully analyzed his body's condition. He could feel something continuously corroding his Life Field. However, with his power, he believed he could last at least another month.

"How could I have been so impulsive!" Feng Buhui, who had escaped from the restaurant, was now carrying his pre-prepared escape gear and began his journey as a fugitive fleeing for his life. Boarding an out-of-city bus, he suddenly felt something was amiss.

Logically speaking, given the virulence of the Spirit Devourer, it could spread contagion from a great distance. There was no need for him to act so openly and directly if he wanted revenge. This was not at all like his usual personality.