Chapter 301: Triumph Above All Chapter 301

Skylar exited the ward under the watchful eye of everyone. The security guards’ faces were devoid of color, as if they had seen someone from hell. They only dared to breathe again when the man disappeared from sight. However, their bodies still shook with terror as they recalled the episode earlier.Skylar Stone could control our bodies without doing anything. How the hell did he do it?

Hypnotism? Magic? Or is it some kind of orthodox skill? I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. It’s so scary!The security guards had never seen anything like this before and were at a loss for words.

The others in the ward looked at them with contempt, oblivious to what the guards had gone through.“You imbeciles! You useless fools!” Harvey bellowed, annoyed that Skylar could do as he wished. “I asked you guys to catch him. What were all of you doing? There’s ten of you, and one of him. Yet, everyone stood there like idiots. What’s the point of paying for all of you, imbeciles!”Veronica snapped, “What are you waiting for? Hurry, get him!”The guards turned to face the corridor and said helplessly, “Mr. Whitlock, we wanted to teach him a lesson. But… but we couldn’t move.”“He… he’s evil.”Harvey was perplexed. “Evil? What do you mean?” Even though he had reprimanded them in a fit of rage, he understood that these men were veterans of battle; he ought to take the matter seriously when all of them had declared Skylar was evil. The guards exchanged glances, wondering whether to speak the truth. Eventually, the leader summoned the courage to explain. “Mr. Whitlock, as we surrounded him, he took a step forward. Although it appeared to be a normal step, it was actually a strong energy that made us instantly freeze. Only our eyes could move.”Harvey was taken aback by their words. He thought, these men have been following my orders for some time. They are not one to back down without a fight. Could they be telling the truth? Does this mean that Skylar Stone has extraordinary skills?Before he could come to a conclusion, he heard footsteps coming from the door. It was the hospital director, Dr. Carlson, with a white-haired old man following close behind. The latter was thin and lanky, with shoulders squared and chin held high, exuding confidence and authority.“You’re finally back, Dr. Carlson!” Harvey ran up to the man and continued, “My father was bleeding profusely. Quick, take a look at him!”Dr. Carlson waved his hand and said, “This isn’t in my area of expertise. But I’ve invited Mr. Russo, a specialist in treating bizarre ailments. He’s one of the best in this field. I’m afraid I’m out of solutions if even he can’t diagnose your father’s condition.”Harvey turned to Daiz Russo and said respectfully, “Thank you for your help, Mr. Russo!”The old man stroked his beard and nodded. The Whitlock family then stood in a corner and waited in anticipation for the results of the diagnosis. However, Daiz exclaimed the moment he reached Blanc’s bedside, “Did someone hurt Mr. Whitlock?”