The Supreme Emperor Reborn as the Broken Servant

Ch 4

Young Master Richard clutched his trembling hands behind his back, forcing his face to harden as he sucked in a sharp, unsteady breath. "Don't just stand there like brainless statues!" Richard shrieked frantically, stamping his leather shoe against the floor as his face twisted into an ugly, desperate mask. "Arrest this pathetic animal right now! He is a murderous runaway who belongs in a high-security cage!"

The senior police officer recovered from his initial shock, gripping his heavy steel baton tightly as his eyes narrowed into a nasty sneer. "You heard the young master, trash," the officer barked loudly, stepping forward with an arrogant, practiced stride that echoed down the quiet hallway. "You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Elder Sterling and for using illegal, unregistered biological chemical weapons on private citizens."

Lucas did not take a single step backward, his posture perfectly straight and his chest rising slowly as he towered over them with a chilling aura. "Biological chemical weapons?" Lucas chuckled softly, his shoulders shaking with a low, resonant wave of pure, mocking disdain. "Your capacity for foolishness is truly remarkable, Young Master Richard. You fabricate fairy tales because reality frightens your fragile mind."

"Shut your useless mouth!" Richard roared, his eyes bulging as he quickly hid himself behind the large, muscular bodies of his remaining personal bodyguards. "You think you can drop from a skyscraper, magically walk back in here, and pretend you're some kind of untouchable god? Officers, if he resists, shoot to kill! I will personally handle the media and cover any paperwork by tomorrow morning!"

The two corrupt police officers raised their heavy black service pistols, their fingers tightening securely on the triggers with cold, lethal intent. "Drop to your knees right now, Lucas!" the junior officer yelled, his hand shaking slightly as he pointed the barrel at Lucas's chest. "One single movement and we will turn your body into a useless block of Swiss cheese before you can even blink!"

Lucas remained completely unmoved, his golden eyes reflecting the dull, sterile glare of the hospital lights with absolute, frightening indifference. "If you pull those triggers, your lives end before the lead even clears the barrels," Lucas said, his lips barely moving as he spoke. "However, I prefer to watch you destroy yourselves through the weight of your own pathetic, flawed laws."

Suddenly, a sharp, authoritative voice cut through the heavy, suffocating silence of the corridor from the far end as the elevator doors chimed. "What the hell is going on outside my intensive care unit?" the hospital director demanded, marching out of the main elevator with a dark scowl. Director Vance was accompanied by three senior medical chiefs and a small squad of the hospital's internal security team.

"Director Vance! Thank god you're here!" Young Master Richard called out instantly, his frantic expression smoothing over into a theatrical, righteous smile as he stepped forward. "This lunatic, Lucas, broke into the VIP ward and used a highly lethal, untraceable nerve toxin on my personal guards! Look at them! They are paralyzed on the floor because this trash is conducting illegal chemical terrorism inside your facility!"

Director Vance looked down at the three twitching enforcers, his face turning a grave, extremely worried shade of pale gray before addressing the youth. "Is this true, young man?" Vance asked, adjusting his glasses as he looked at Lucas with a mixture of deep suspicion and professional concern.

"I demand an immediate medical evaluation of these fallen men," Lucas stated calmly, crossing his arms and pointing a single finger down at the floor. "Let your top neurologists examine them right here, right now, under the full view of the corridor surveillance cameras. Furthermore, I demand you pull up the security footage from the last ten minutes to see who truly initiated this conflict."

Richard’s heart skipped a violent beat, his knuckles turning stark white as he aggressively took two steps forward to block the director from moving. "There is absolutely no need to waste time on a medical evaluation for a street rat!" Richard snarled defensively, his eyes flashing wildly. "The evidence is right in front of your eyes! This trash is a driver! He doesn't deserve our time!"

"Are you hiding something, Young Master Richard?" Lucas mocked, tilting his head with a cold, knowing smirk playing on his thin lips. "If they were poisoned by me, the toxin will show up in their bloodstreams immediately. Why do you look so absolutely terrified to have them tested?"

Director Vance frowned deeply, his professional pride overriding his fear of the Richard family's massive corporate syndicate as he glared directly at Richard. "Bring the emergency toxicology kit and the portable nerve-scanning monitor right now!" Vance ordered the senior medical chiefs sharply, ignoring the young master's protests.

The doctors moved with rapid efficiency, kneeling beside the paralyzed enforcers and drawing blood samples while connecting electronic sensors to their temples. Young Master Richard stood by, his hands tightly clenched inside his pockets as his breathing became shallow and erratic under the flashing monitor lights.

He must have used a rogue chemical agent, Richard thought frantically, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead as his mind raced. There is no way a worthless doormat can paralyze three trained mercenaries with his bare hands. The test will prove it!

The portable nerve monitor beeped loudly, printing out a long sheet of biometric data as the lead doctor scrutinized the results with wide eyes. "This is completely impossible..." the lead doctor whispered, his eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated medical bewilderment as he dropped his clipboard onto the floor.

"What does it say, Doctor?" Richard demanded eagerly, taking a step closer and snatching at the printed paper with trembling fingers. "Tell these officers what kind of illegal poison he used! Give them the medical grounds to drag this trash out of here in chains!"

"There are absolutely zero toxins, chemicals, or foreign drugs in their systems, Young Master Richard," the doctor announced, shaking his head in disbelief. "Their blood panels are completely clean. According to the deep-tissue neurological scan, they are suffering from a rare, spontaneous viral nerve failure. It’s an acute, localized environmental nervous system collapse that has absolutely nothing to do with any external assault or poisoning."

Richard felt as if a heavy physical hammer had just smashed into his chest, his face turning completely blank with shock as he stumbled backward. "That’s a lie! A total medical sham!" Richard screamed, his face turning a furious shade of purple as he shook his fists at the staff. "They were perfectly fine a minute ago! How can three grown men have a simultaneous neurological collapse out of nowhere?"

Lucas let out a low, chilling laugh that echoed down the sterile hallway like a heavy tolling doomsday bell, mocking their panic. "The world is full of sudden medical anomalies, Young Master Richard," Lucas said, his voice dripping with absolute, brutal mockery as he stepped forward. "Perhaps your men were simply overwhelmed by the weight of their own disgusting sins while trying to murder a sick girl."

"You brought a private army into a secure ICU, caused a scene, and your own men suffered a natural medical crisis," Lucas continued, his golden eyes locking onto Richard’s pale face. "I must sincerely thank you for bringing these medical emergencies directly to a hospital where they can receive proper care."

The surrounding hospital staff and security guards began to whisper among themselves, shaking their heads and looking at Richard with deep disapproval and rising scorn. The two corrupt police officers slowly lowered their weapons, their faces full of nervous anxiety as they realized their trap had completely failed.

"Young Master Richard... without any chemical evidence or footage of an assault, our hands are completely tied here," the senior officer muttered, awkwardly wiping the sweat from his brow. "If we drag him out now without a proper medical report, the internal affairs division will rip our badges off by morning."

Richard’s chest heaved with a mixture of intense humiliation and boiling, unadulterated rage as he stared back at Lucas's mocking gaze. He had never been so thoroughly disgraced, defeated, and made to look like a complete, bumbling fool in his entire aristocratic life.

"This isn't over, Lucas!" Richard hissed through his grinding teeth, his body shaking with a venomous promise of ultimate violence. "You think you’ve won a prize because of a medical fluke? You are still just a worthless dog without a single penny to your name!"

"Enjoy your little victory tonight, because tomorrow, the real game begins, and I will personally watch you starve to death." Richard turned on his heel violently, marching back toward the elevator lobby while his remaining bodyguards scrambled to follow his rapid pace away from the ward.

Lucas watched his retreating figure with absolute calm, his golden eyes tracking him until the elevator doors closed shut completely, isolating the hallway once more. "Director Vance, ensure my sister’s room is kept strictly private," Lucas stated, his voice carrying an unassailable weight of command.

"Of... of course, young man," Vance stammered, nodding quickly as he was completely subdued by the terrifying, majestic presence of the youth. Lucas walked out of the hospital main entrance, stepping out into the cool, dark night as the pouring rain washed over his face.

Meanwhile, Young Master Richard slammed the heavy door of his luxury armored limousine shut, breathing heavily as the vehicle tore down the highway into the dark. His face was bright crimson, his hands shaking violently with rage as he pulled out his encrypted smartphone and dialed a familiar number.

The call connected almost instantly, and the cold, sharp voice of Sterling Blair filled the quiet, leather-lined interior of the car. "Is the trash dead yet?" Blair asked carelessly, the sound of ice clinking in a crystal glass audible over the line.

"My grandfather is currently in the private surgery wing, and the family elders are already preparing to sign over the asset control." "Lucas is not dead, Blair!" Richard roared into the phone, slamming his fist hard against the expensive leather armrest in pure frustration.

"The bastard is fully alive! He didn't break a single bone from the fall! He’s standing right now inside the central hospital!" The line went dead silent for three long, agonizing seconds before Blair’s voice returned, laced with sudden, sharp disbelief and venom.

"Are you completely out of your mind, Richard?" she snapped coldly, the sound of her glass slamming onto a table echoing over the line. "Your personal mercenaries threw him out of an eighty-story window! Nobody survives that! His body should be completely smeared across the asphalt!"

"I saw him with my own eyes!" Richard yelled back, running a frantic hand through his damp, perfectly styled hair as he gasped for air against the leather seat. "Not only is he alive, but he also somehow paralyzed three of my best men using some kind of untraceable chemical trick!"

"The hospital doctors ran an immediate toxicology scan, and the results came back completely clean! The system diagnosed it as a stroke!" Blair let out a sharp, mocking breath on the other end, her brilliant corporate mind instantly working to rationalize the impossible turn of events.

"Calm down, you idiot. You are letting a common street rat rattle your nerves," Blair said, her voice dripping with calculated malice. "The trash must have blackmailed or bribed a rogue doctor inside the facility to use an untraceable, underground medical drug."

"He is a desperate, cornered rat using underhanded tricks to look strong because he knows he has lost everything. A worthless driver who has served my family like a dog for twenty years doesn't suddenly develop magical powers overnight," Blair continued, her tone hardening into pure ice.

"He’s only playing a dangerous game, Richard. He wants us to panic so we make a mistake with the inheritance. We just have to strip away the remaining illusions of his little safety net."

Richard sucked in a deep breath, his racing heart slowly beginning to calm down as her cold, flawed logic settled into his twisted mind. "You're right," Richard muttered, his eyes narrowing into a sinister, dark slit as he looked out at the flashing neon city streets.

"He’s just a nobody trying to bluff his way out of a death sentence. He has no real backing, no power, and no wealth. I have already officially frozen the legacy medical bank account my grandfather set up for that little bitch Maya's hospital treatment," Blair hissed venomously, a cruel laugh escaping her lips.

"By tomorrow morning, the hospital finance department will issue an eviction notice for her intensive care unit bed due to zero balance. Furthermore, I will use the Sterling family's pharmaceutical connections to issue an underground bounty to Oakhaven’s criminal syndicates."

"Fifty million dollars to whoever brings me Lucas’s head and dumps his sister’s broken body into the harbor," Blair concluded sharply. "Let’s see how long his untraceable chemical drugs can save him when the entire underworld comes hunting for his pathetic life."

Richard smiled cruelly, leaning back into the leather seat as his previous humiliation was completely forgotten under their financial execution plan. "He’s a dead man walking," Richard chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with a renewed sense of malice.

"He thinks he’s a player, but he’s still just a piece of trash beneath our shoes." The line clicked off, leaving Richard staring out at the rain, entirely unaware that the hunt had already completely inverted.