Chapter 3. Fire in the stone, body in the dream
Qingshan Hospital, 11:30 at night.
The doctor on duty, Old Liu, had just refilled his cup with strong tea when, with a loud bang, the door was kicked open.
"What are you doing?" Old Liu shouted angrily.
"Er Dao, hold him down."
"Where should I hold him?"
"On the table."
Er Dao strode swiftly to Old Liu, slammed his head onto the table with a thud, causing extreme pain across half his face.
Brother Pao, pushing Chen Shuo and Wang Huiling into the ward, strolled in leisurely, "Chen Shuo says you took fifty thousand yuan from him to conspire and lock his nephew in the mental hospital?"
Old Liu bellowed, "Help, someone! There's a disturbance in the hospital!"
Rapid footsteps echoed from the corridor, but Brother Pao remained unflustered. He merely took off his Tang suit and slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing arms covered in tattoos and muscles.
As a primitive beast sheds its disguise when facing its prey, all those being watched by him should cherish their lives.