SUPER DOCTOR REVENGE

Ch. 9

The storm howled outside the derelict warehouse, but inside, the air was suffocatingly hot. The click of twelve assault rifles taking off their safeties echoed like a chorus of death.

"Fire!" Marcus Vance screamed, his voice cracking with a mixture of terror and desperate rage. "Kill him! Leave nothing but blood!"

"Master!" Vivian Nightshade moved to step in front of him.

"Stay back, Vivian," Calvin said, his voice dropping to a calm, icy register. "I've got this."

A wall of lead erupted from the weapons, the muzzle flashes illuminating the dark, grime-covered walls of the warehouse. Vivian didn't even flinch. She stood perfectly still behind Calvin, her hands folded neatly in front of her.

Because she knew.

Calvin didn't draw a weapon. He didn't even take his hands out of his pockets. Instead, his eyes flashed with a blinding, golden-crimson light. The Divine Medical System roared within his soul, and the pure Qi in his dantian surged outward like a tidal wave.

Voom—

An invisible, translucent barrier of raw energy expanded from his body. The bullets hit the air exactly three inches away from Calvin's face and stopped dead. They hovered in mid-air, spinning violently against the golden wall of *Qi*, before losing momentum and clattering harmlessly to the concrete floor like a shower of metallic rain.

"What the hell is this?!" the lead mercenary with the scorpion tattoo gasped, his hands trembling so hard he almost dropped his rifle. "He... he stopped the bullets with thin air?!"

"Monster!" another shooter yelled, taking a step back. "He’s not human! He’s a ghost!"

Calvin calmly took his right hand out of his pocket. A single, long silver needle was pinched between his index and middle finger, humming with a high-pitched, vibrating frequency.

"Is that all your wealth can buy, Marcus?" Calvin asked. His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed directly inside the eardrums of every man in the room, heavy as a mountain. "Cheap lead and frightened men?"

Marcus swallowed hard, knocking over his chair as he scrambled backward. He clutched the edge of the old wooden table, his face completely pale. "How... how is this possible? For three years! For three long years you begged in my house! You were just trash!"

"I was honoring my family's vow to heal, not harm," Calvin replied, taking a slow step forward. With every step, the concrete beneath his polished shoes cracked into spiderweb patterns under the weight of his Qi. "But you mistook my mercy for weakness."

"Kill him! Someone shoot him already!" Marcus shrieked, pointing at the iron briefcases behind him. "I'll pay you ten times more! Slit his throat!"

The mercenary captain roared, pulling a heavy, tactical combat knife from his vest. He lunged at Calvin, aiming directly for his jugular. "Die, brat!"

"Too slow," Calvin whispered.

His body blurred. To the mercenaries, he simply vanished.

Swish!

Calvin appeared directly behind the captain. His hand flicked out like a striking viper. The silver needle touched a microscopic pressure point at the base of the captain’s neck—the *Tianzhu* point.

"Move even a millimeter if you want your heart to burst," Calvin murmured near the man's ear.

The captain froze instantly. His eyes widened in sheer horror as he realized he couldn't move a single muscle below his jaw. He was a living statue, trapped in his own body. He couldn't even drop his knife.

"Captain?!" one of the shooters gasped, his eyes darting frantically. "What happened? Why are you just standing there?!"

"He can't answer you," Calvin said, turning his cold gaze toward the remaining eleven men. "Who's next?"

"Drop the guns! Drop them now!" the youngest mercenary screamed, his weapon slipping from his hands and clattering against the concrete. "We give up! We were just hired help! We don't know who you are, Master!"

"Leave," Calvin commanded, his voice carrying an unyielding weight. "And if I see any of you in Bacca by sunset, I will personally rewrite your nervous systems."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you!"

Within five seconds, the remaining eleven mercenaries scrambled out of the broken main gate, running into the rain as fast as their legs could carry them, abandoning Marcus Vance entirely.

"Stay back! Don't come any closer!" Marcus whimpered, his back hitting the cold brick wall of the warehouse. He reached blindly behind him, grabbing one of the glass bottles containing the purple genetic toxin. He held it up like a grenade. "Calvin! If you take one more step, I will smash this bottle! This toxin will vaporize and kill everyone in this room within seconds! You and that Nightshade bitch will die with me!"

Vivian stepped forward, her voice dripping with absolute ice. "Marcus Vance, do you think you have the right to threaten my Master? Even if this entire northern sector turns to ash, the Nightshades can erase your name from history before your body goes cold."

"Leave him, Vivian," Calvin said, raising a hand to stop her. He looked at Marcus, his God’s Gaze flashing as he scanned the older man’s body. "He is already a dead man walking."

Marcus laughed hysterically, his hand shaking as he gripped the bottle. "What kind of joke is that?! I’m healthy! I have billions! I have the formulas of the Obsidian Circle!"

"You've been inhaling the vapors from the Sterling laboratories for the last sixteen months without a level-four filter, haven't you?" Calvin asked, his voice disturbingly calm, like a doctor reviewing a routine chart.