Lucian leaned forward slightly, his grin widening. “Simple…I killed them all.”
The room fell into an eerie silence.
For a moment, no one moved. No one even breathed.
“…You’re joking, right?” The purple-haired man finally forced a laugh, though it was weak and unconvincing. His fingers twitched nervously. “Hahaha… yeah, good one. There’s no way you could’ve taken out three hundred armed men.”
Even the nurses, who had been silent until now, chuckled nervously. They exchanged uncertain glances, unsure if Lucian was serious or just mentally unstable from the stress of the situation.
Murphy, however, didn’t laugh. His eyes softened, filled with pity. “Poor kid,” he thought. “This must’ve been too much for him. He’s clearly lost touch with reality.”
The purple-haired man cleared his throat, trying to shake off the discomfort. “Look, even a blind man wouldn’t believe that. Just tell us the truth already. Maybe you negotiated your way out, or hell, maybe you’re the son of one of the top twenty families. No shame in admitting that.”
Lucian’s gaze turned cold, though the twisted grin never left his face. “You’ll know soon enough,” he said cryptically, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Tomorrow morning, it’ll be all over the news. Don’t be too surprised when you hear it.”
The man frowned, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. “What… what are you talking about?”
Lucian straightened, his expression shifting to something more serious. “Here’s my advice: go to the police. Tell them I forced you to drop me here and confess that I’m a murderer. If you don’t, your life might spiral into chaos.”
“What are you” the man began, but Lucian cut him off.
“I’m being kind right now. Go to the police, confess, and maybe… just maybe, you’ll save yourself from getting dragged into something you can’t handle.” Lucian’s voice was calm, almost too calm, as if he were issuing a warning rather than a threat.
The purple-haired man blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. Then he snorted, shaking his head. “Bruh, you watch too many movies.” He turned toward Murphy, silently pleading with the doctor to step in.
Murphy, however, was just as stunned. He exchanged a glance with the purple-haired man before turning his pity-filled eyes back to Lucian.
“Maybe he’s lost it…” the purple-haired man muttered under his breath, his voice low. “This kid’s been through too much, huh?”
Murphy sighed, his shoulders slumping. “The world is cruel,” he murmured. “This boy could’ve been brilliant-a genius even. But life has clearly dealt him a terrible hand.”
Lucian remained quiet, his piercing gaze locked on Rose as she lay peacefully in the hospital bed. His expression softened for just a moment, but it wasn’t long before the cold edge returned to his eyes.
The purple-haired man took a deep breath, shaking off the unease. “Alright, kid,” he said, his voice forced and light. “You do you. Just… try not to get me involved in your chaos, okay?”
Lucian didn’t respond. He simply leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping idly on the armrest as if plotting his next move.
Lucian remained quiet, his piercing gaze locked on Rose as she lay peacefully in the hospital bed. For a fleeting moment, his expression softened, the icy exterior giving way to something uncharacteristically gentle. But it didn’t last long. The cold edge that defined him quickly returned, sharper than before, as his mind shifted back to unfinished business.
“So… which family does the guy who tried to rape her belong to?” the purple-haired man asked cautiously. He tried to mask his concern with a nonchalant tone, as if he didn’t care much, but the faint pity in his eyes betrayed him. He couldn’t help but feel bad for this young man’s plight.
Lucian didn’t bother looking at him. “Oh, that kid? What was his family name again? Ah, yes.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “The Silvit family.”
“What?!” The word exploded out of the purple-haired man’s mouth.His voice cracked slightly as his eyes widened in disbelief.
He wasn’t alone. The nurses and even Dr. Murphy froze in place, their faces draining of color. It was as if someone had just dropped a bomb in the middle of the room.
“You’re…”The purple-haired man swallowed hard, his voice faltering. “You’re telling me you’re fighting the Silvit family? One of the top ten families in the country?!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Lucian replied casually, as though it was the most normal thing in the world.”What about it?”
“What about it?” The purple-haired man’s voice rose an octave as he stared at Lucian with incredulity. “Do you even know who they are? That family is a big deal! A very big deal! Sigh… maybe I overestimated you.If you were from a powerful family, you’d at least understand how dangerous they are.”
Lucian shrugged, unfazed by the man’s outburst. “Still alive, aren’t I?” he replied, his tone indifferent.
The purple-haired man rubbed his temples, muttering under his breath. “This guy is nuts…”
Meanwhile, the nurses exchanged panicked glances. Fear etched deep into their faces as they whispered among themselves.
“He’s fighting the Silvits…” one murmured, her voice trembling.”And we… we just helped him. Oh no… what if they find out? Will they… kill us?”
Dr. Murphy remained silent, his brow furrowed in thought, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable. He could sense the growing unease in the room, even as he tried to keep a calm demeanor.
The purple-haired man, still trying to make sense of Lucian’s attitude, took a deep breath. “Listen, if I may ask… you didn’t, uh… hurt the guy too badly, did you?You know, maybe they’ll be willing to let it go. I mean, if you apologize now”
“Apologize?”Lucian interrupted, his voice cold and sharp like a blade. He finally turned to look at the man, a humorless grin spreading across his face. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no. That guy…” Lucian leaned back in his chair, his tone turning almost detached, “…I broke all his limbs. Every single one of them. Crushed them to the point that no bone could be put back together.”
Gasps filled the room. The nurses instinctively took a step back, their faces pale with fear.
Lucian continued, as if recounting a mundane story.”Then, I shattered his ribcage. Perfectly, of course just enough to avoid damaging any vital organs. And after that…” He paused, his lips curling into a demented grin. “I smashed his balls with a hammer. Completely.”
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The room fell into dead silence. For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped.
The women in the room gasped, their hands flying to their mouths in horror. One of the nurses stumbled backward, nearly dropping the tray she was holding.
“God…”one of them whispered, trembling. “This guy is insane…”
The purple-haired man stared at Lucian, his mouth slightly agape.”Bro… you’re done for,” he finally muttered. “You know that, right? The Silvits won’t let this go. That guy is their only heir! They’re going to come after you, your family… everyone you know.”
Lucian laughed a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down everyone’s spines.”Oh, let them try,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. “Even if I don’t step in, my family can handle it. But no… I’ll be the one to take care of this personally.”
The purple-haired man gulped. There was something in Lucian’s eyes something dark and unrelenting. He wasn’t bluffing. This wasn’t a joke or an exaggeration. He truly meant every word he said.
“So…what’s your name again?”the man asked, his voice shaky. “I forgot to ask earlier.”
Lucian tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips.”Lucian Kane,” he said simply. “You’ve probably heard of me.”
The name hung in the air like a thunderclap.
The nurses froze, their faces turning even paler. One of them dropped a tray of instruments with a loud clang, the sound echoing in the room. Dr. Murphy’s eyes widened, his usual calm demeanor shattered by sheer shock.
“A…a Kane…”one nurse stammered, barely able to get the words out. “He’s a Kane…”
The purple-haired man took a step back, his expression a mix of awe and fear.”Holy… shit,” he whispered under his breath. “You’re one of Kanes…”
Lucian didn’t respond. He simply leaned back, his piercing gaze locked on Rose once more. For him, the conversation was over. He had bigger things to worry about than their reactions.
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