But in the very next second— “Aaaghhhhhhh!!!” A cold flash sliced through the air, followed by a scream. Blood sprayed in all directions! Everyone turned to look—and immediately gasped in horror. Finley screamed out loud—but the moment his eyes met Wind’s, he slammed his hands over his mouth, terrified to make another sound. As for Zane—he was frozen in shock and fear. He clutched his mouth tightly, blood gushing uncontrollably through his fingers. At his feet lay two chunks of flesh. It was—Zane’s mouth. Wind had sliced off Zane’s mouth—just like that. Arthur reached out to cover Ashley’s eyes, not letting her see. In a calm voice, Arthur said, “Clean it up.” “Yes, sir,” Wind replied respectfully. Immediately, one of the nearby bodyguards stepped forward with water to clean the bloodstains from the floor. The sight left Solivair, Finley, and Zane all completely paralyzed with shock. Wind—that Mr. Wind—why was he treating Arthur with such reverence? Zane’s blood kept flowing, but before he could say a word, a few bodyguards stepped forward and dragged him out without mercy. This was a hospital. His mouth had just been sliced off right here—and he wasn’t even given a chance to be treated! If it had been stitched up immediately, he might’ve had a shot at recovery. But as he was dragged away, he saw it—his own mouth. Wind’s men had swept the pieces up with a broom and tossed them into the trash. He tried to cry for help, but blood flooded his throat and choked him. He couldn’t breathe.No one cared what happened to Zane. At that moment, Solivair and Finley both stood dumbfounded, watching Wind’s men efficiently clean the scene. Especially Solivair—his brain short-circuited. He couldn’t understand it. Mr. Wind… why was he so obedient to Arthur? Just now, Arthur had given him a direct order—and Wind had carried it out without hesitation. Wind obeyed Arthur exactly the way he obeyed the chairman of Heaven’s Cult—Benjamin. Benjamin. Arthur. Solivair’s eyes suddenly widened. No. No, no, no… Benjamin… Arthur… How could it be? It couldn’t be! As if to confirm it, Arthur spoke softly. “Can’t you tell I look a lot like the chairman?” Boom! Arthur’s words exploded like thunder in Solivair’s ears. He froze. Staring at Arthur’s face in stunned silence, completely unable to process what he’d just heard. Finley didn’t understand who “the chairman” was. He still believed there had to be some misunderstanding. There was no way Arthur had any real power. They’d fought for so long—Finley knew who Arthur really was. And they always said, no one knows you better than your enemy.That moment earlier must’ve just been an illusion. Now that the others had gone quiet, Finley saw an opportunity to speak. He turned toward Solivair and loudly, bitterly complained. “Dad, Arthur cut off my finger! It’s already past the best time to reattach it—my finger’s gone for good!” “And that’s not all—he injured me too! He—” Smack! Before he could finish, Solivair suddenly slapped him across the face—hard. The hallway fell silent again. Finley stared at Solivair in disbelief. He clutched his swollen cheek with his injured hand, the one missing a finger. “Dad… why did you hit me?” Solivair didn’t answer. He just stood there, motionless, his expression blank. Arthur, already losing patience, waved a hand. “Get them out of my sight.” “Yes, sir,” Wind answered again, respectfully. This time, Solivair and Finley both saw it clearly. No room for doubt. Wind’s men stepped forward, grabbed them, and dragged them away without another word. Silence returned to the hospital hallway. The door to the emergency room remained closed. No news came from inside. Just then, the top specialist Wind had called finally arrived. After a quick greeting, the doctor rushed to disinfect and immediately entered the room. With him inside, the group finally found a sliver of comfort. As night slowly fell, Wind brought over some food and gently said, “Sir, Miss Ashley—please, try to eat something.” Arthur and Ashley both shook their heads. An entire day had passed. No word from the emergency room. How could they possibly eat? Wind sighed, then tried a different approach. “If you wear yourselves out, and they wake up to see you like that… how heartbroken do you think they’ll be?”