Chapter 39: Sir, I acknowledge my mistake

On the other side, outside the door of the ICU. Aaron, one of Scar's capable underlings, said anxiously, "Damn, why hasn't anyone arrived yet?" The doctor, who had previously been slapped by Aaron, couldn't help but respond, "It's only been about five minutes..." "I don't give a damn how long it's been!" Another slap came, and Aaron said fiercely, "Let me tell you, if anything happens to Scar, none of you will be able to escape, you will all be buried with Scar, and that bullshit special expert, give him another call and tell him to get here quickly, do you hear me!?" Before another sentence could finish, a chillingly cold voice interrupted. "What if I say no?" "Fuck..." Before Aaron could finish his words, his expression turned from anger to sheer terror. Because standing there was the same person they encountered last night, the God of Death? Not only him, but all the others were stunned, they never expected the God of Death to locate them here, but... what was his purpose!? Meanwhile, a few doctors approached him immediately. "Doctor Harrison, you are finally here." Fabricio waved them off, exchanging pleasantries with everyone before fixing his gaze on the doctor who had been slapped, his demeanor grew increasingly cold. Seemingly sensing the tension, the doctor managed a wry smile, "Doctor Harrison, Scar is still waiting inside, shall we take a look first?" It was a subtle hint, suggesting restraint, considering these were Scar's men, a few slaps were nothing in comparison. But Fabricio seemed not oblivious to the hin, he strode towards Aaron and, suddenly, delivered a resounding slap. "Slap…" "Ah!!!" Amid the piercing cries, Aaron was knocked down on the spot. This shocking sight left all the doctors dumbfounded. After a long moment, they finally came to their senses, the doctor who was struck hastily appealed, "Doctor Harrison, what are you doing? He, he's Scar's subordinate, the consequences of striking him will be severe." "Indeed, Doctor Harrison, you, you are too impulsive." "Ah, Doctor Wang, please apologize quickly, otherwise...this..." Fabricio waved his hand, indifferent, "Ask him, can he bear an apology from me?" Before the doctors could respond, Aaron spoke up, "I can't bear it, you did a good job, did your hand hurt? If not, how about a couple more slaps?" It wasn't insolence, but he'd fully comprehended the situation from their brief exchange. It turns out, this man was the appointed expert mentioned by those doctors. And moments ago, he'd recklessly demanded him to "get here quickly"... To make matters worse, he'd overheard it. Why not let him have a taste of his medicine? Consider Scar inside, Chanan, and others sent to the ward last night. He...hadn't had lived enough yet. Furthermore, what frightened him even more was his earlier threat to toss this guy into the river. What if he found out? At that thought, his body trembled uncontrollably, raising his hand, he mercilessly struck himself several times, expressing deep regret, "I'm sorry, Sir, I had no idea you were the specially appointed expert from Public Hospital, had I known, not even with a hundred courages would I dare act out here." "Sir, I acknowledge my mistake. Please forgive me. Please forgive me this once." As the sounds of self-inflicted slaps echoed, and Aaron's desperate pleas filled their ears, the doctors were once again stunned. This... what on earth was happening? Well, that was Aaron, one of Scar most capable lieutenants. Yet, after being slapped, he not only showed no anger but even inquired if the slapper's hand hurt, and if it didn't, he welcomed more slaps? Moreover, immediately afterward, he started slapping himself, landing over twenty consecutive slaps. Was he... out of his mind? No, perhaps it wasn't his madness, but rather their underestimation of Doctor Harrison, his status... was far more formidable than they'd imagined? Realizing this, they turned their attention to Fabricio, who coldly commanded, "Alright, fuck off." "Yes, yes, I'm fucking off, right away." After uttering those words, Aaron actually rolled aside, leaving the doctors bewildered. Indeed, Doctor Harrison had an extraordinary background, absolutely! ! ! Unaware of the doctors' imaginative scenarios triggered by his actions, Fabricio took the lead, pushing the door open and entering the ICU, inside, he found Scar lying quietly, with only the faint rise and fall of his chest. This man, who exuded dominance upon his arrival the previous night, now seemed devoid of that vigor. At the first sight of Fabricio, he was almost startled into a scream. Struggling to lift his hand, he pointed at Fabricio, gasping, "You, you..." Fabricio ripped open his shirt, extracting silver needles and piercing them in quick succession, in no time, Scar seemed to regain a breath of life, panting heavily, "You, fuck you..." A slap followed, and Fabricio waved dismissively, "It seems my lesson wasn't enough. In that case, you can just lie here and await death." As he moved to remove the needles, Scar panicked, "No, no, no, Sir, I'm convinced, completely!" The more affluent and powerful a person, the more they cherished their life. They held boundless wealth and prestige, and yet they would die like this? He was only 42! The lessons of these 23 hours had left an indelible impression, he didn't want a repeat, nor did he want to lie here awaiting death, if not death, then he had no choice but to submit! "A real man can bend and adapt. Today, I'll concede. But tomorrow, I'll have people shoot you dead!" Despite his resolve, Scar wore a humble expression. "Sir, I was blind and unaware, offending you, as such, I am willing to offer million dollors as compensation, please be magnanimous and spare me, sir. would that be acceptable?" Fabricio smirked, the smirk laced with sarcasm. "Spare you, only for you to seek someone to kill me, right?" His heart raced, and Scar hastened to clarify, "No, no, please don't misunderstand. I absolutely have no such intentions. I swear to God..." Fabricio cut him off, bluntly stating, "Trust the promises of someone like you? Even a sow can climb a tree." Fuck! ! ! Scar's lungs were about to burst with anger. Who was he? The bigwig in the Economic Development District. For how many years? Who dared to talk to him like this? If it were someone else, he'd swear to God they'd be dead. But facing Fabricio, he instantly deflated, resignedly asking, "So, what do you want?"