Then let the witch offer her loyalty

"Take a few men with you and make sure he doesn't get away."

...

The sky was as dark as if it were covered by a black cloth, with low-hanging clouds rolling around. Occasionally, a pale flash of lightning would streak across the distant horizon, followed by a deafening roar of thunder, bringing with it a torrential downpour that swept across the land.

In the office of the Ninth Bureau of Demon Hunting, Zhou Yan was sitting, with Yang Jie directly opposite her, surrounded by the sound of rain violently pounding against the windows.

According to the Administration's regulations, the witches in the containment area will be evaluated every three months, and the containment level will be adjusted accordingly.

Those witches at the strict management level or above have a chance to be demoted if they consistently perform well over three months.

However, if any problems arise during this period, the current level of control will be maintained, or it may even be tightened.

At this moment, Yang Jie looked through the report in his hand and said with a helpless expression, "Zhou Yan, you performed quite well in the first half of this month, so why did you start causing trouble again in the second half?"

"Noise pollution, verbal abuse of regulators, vandalism... You said that trash can was just sitting on the side of the road, it didn't bother you at all, so why did you have to kick it over?"

Zhou Yan just stared at the rain outside the window, her eyes unfocused: "Just handle it however you need to, stop talking so much nonsense."

Yang Jie stood up and stood in front of Zhou Yan, looking her in the eye. He said with a deep gaze, "Zhou Yan, you can't keep degrading yourself like this."

"You're trying to hide from your father by causing trouble and locking yourself in a strict control area. Is this a long-term plan?"

Zhou Yan looked at him coldly: "Then you'd better think of a solution for me, Captain Yang? You're good with words, but behave well~ Be a good boy~"

"Every time there's a family meeting, it's not you who gets beaten up! It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one suffering."

Yang Jie shook his head helplessly: "We want to help you, but your relationship with your father is a private family matter, and our management bureau does not have the authority to intervene in this area. There's really nothing we can do."

Zhou Yan scoffed: "Tch, you all talk about authority all day long. You want to be good people, but you don't want to take responsibility."

"The only one who stood up for me was Chen..." Zhou Yan stopped abruptly at this point.

The last family meeting ended on paper with the statement that "father and daughter quarreled, Zhou Yan pushed Zhou Haiping, causing him to injure his nose," and she was locked up for several days because of it.

Zhou Yan knew perfectly well that Yang Jie was fully aware of the matter, but she didn't want to bring it up, so she changed the subject: "Where's Chen Moxin? Why hasn't she come to have dinner with me for several days?"

Yang Jie smiled and said, "He went on a mission the day before yesterday. What's up, missing him?"

Zhou Yan snorted coldly and turned her head away: "What are you thinking? I was just asking casually because he disappeared. I just felt that if he died out there one day, and no one was stupid enough to bring me food every day, I would be at a huge loss."

Yang Jie kept clicking his tongue: "You, other girls your age, all call you 'brother' so sweetly, so cutely."

"And you, people bring you food every day, and you call them stupid and even curse them to die? You really take kindness for granted! You don't know what's good for you!"

For Zhou Yan, who grew up amidst beatings and ridicule, Yang Jie's words were utterly harmless, not even worthy of a tickle.

She shamelessly insisted, "Yes, I am that kind of ungrateful wretch. I've said it before, I'm an ingrate. If any of you think you can get something in return by being nice to me, you're dreaming."

Just as Zhou Yan and Yang Jie were arguing, hurried footsteps sounded from the corridor, and two figures rushed in.

It was none other than Alexander and Reilly.

The two of them had gone on missions with Chen Moxin before, and now that they had suddenly returned, Yang Jie was stunned.

Upon seeing that the two were covered in blood, Yang Jie immediately stood up: "What happened to you?! Where is Chen Moxin?!"

"Captain Yang..." Alexander said, his eyes brimming with tears, his voice trembling and choked with emotion, "Brother Chen... Brother Chen might not make it..."

Upon hearing that Chen Moxin was in trouble, Yang Jie's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly followed the two out of the office.

The Ninth Division of the Demon Hunter has its own exclusive medical area, where the doctors and nurses are all carefully selected and meet confidentiality requirements.

At this moment, the alarm lights in the medical area were flashing incessantly on the ceiling, the corridor was noisy with people, hurried footsteps and the sound of cart wheels intertwined, and the air was filled with an unsettling smell of blood.

Chen Moxin was slumped on the mobile cart, her body covered in jagged gashes. Her combat uniform was almost torn to shreds, and she looked like she had been stabbed at least thirty times, with blood flowing everywhere.

His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were half open, as if he had lost consciousness, and his breathing was very shallow, as if it would stop at any moment.

"Heart rate is dropping, quick! Get your adrenaline ready!"

While directing the nurses to carry out pre-resuscitation work, the doctors kept a close eye on the data on the life monitor. Their brows were furrowed, their expressions were solemn, and the situation looked very pessimistic.

Yang Jie was stunned by what he saw, while Alexander choked up with sobs beside him, his words filled with resentment.

“The illegal psychic we were hunting was very astute. He realized something was wrong before the encirclement was formed and managed to escape.”

“We followed the clues left by the other party for two whole days. When we finally caught up, that beast took a hostage to threaten us.”

"Brother Chen originally used his refracting psionic energy to sneak over there, intending to rescue the hostage, but who knew that the hostage was actually in cahoots with them! Their goal was to lure us over!"

"At that close range, Brother Chen didn't even have time to dodge and was taken down on the spot. By the time we got there to help... those demonic thugs had already stabbed him dozens of times..."

Wei Lai was also on-site at the time, in charge of the rescue. When she walked out of the emergency room covered in blood, Yang Jie hurriedly asked, "How is she?"

Future pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Speak!" Yang Jie urged, giving her a push.

In the future, she stumbled and crashed into the wall with a thud, sliding down to the ground and slumping to the floor. Her eyes were vacant as she said, "All the vital organs were punctured... the aorta is severed... there's nothing we can do with current medical technology..."

"Notify the family and prepare for the funeral arrangements..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jie's eyes widened in fury, and he let out a furious roar of resentment, punching the wall.

The serious injury of the witch hunter was a serious incident, and soon the on-duty judge, Wang Hui, arrived after receiving the news.

Upon hearing that Chen Moxin was about to die, Wang Hui was filled with explosive joy.

But he was still careful; if he couldn't help but laugh out loud, Alexander and the others would surely tear him apart.

Wang Hui feigned concern by asking a few questions, then put on the same regretful expression and said sorrowfully, "Everyone, please accept our condolences. Comrade Chen Moxin died in the line of duty, but his spirit will live on with us forever!"

Just as Wang Hui was offering feigned comfort, he noticed a very unusual figure in the scene.

He looked at the short, pink-haired little girl and asked in confusion, "Why is there a witch here?"

Zhou Yan had followed Yang Jie and the others here at some point. She stood outside the emergency room, her hands hanging at her sides, her fingertips tightly gripping the hem of her clothes. Her eyes were wide open, but she remained motionless, her unfocused gaze fixed on the door of the emergency room.

Soon, fear welled up in Zhou Yan's eyes like a burst dam. Ignoring all attempts to stop her, she desperately rushed into the emergency room.

The surgery had failed, and the doctors, having given up their futile efforts, bowed their heads in silent mourning around Chen Moxin, who was covered in wounds on the operating table.

Someone suddenly barged in, startling everyone. The attending surgeon immediately stepped forward to stop Zhou Yan: "Who let you in? Get out!"

Zhou Yan went berserk, pushing the surgeon to the ground and rushing over to lie down beside the operating table.

A few stray hairs clung to Zhou Yan's forehead, damp, whether from sweat or from getting caught in the rain on her way there, she couldn't tell. When she saw Chen Moxin covered in knife wounds and bleeding profusely, she was at a loss and choked out in a hoarse voice, "Hey... what happened to you?!"

"What are you pretending for! Aren't you hunters supposed to be all amazing? How could you get injured like this?! Stop pretending!!!"

Chen Moxin lay helplessly on the operating table. The knife wounds on his body were extremely gruesome, with the edges rolled up and flesh turned outwards. His tattered combat uniform was covered in blood and stuck to his skin, all of which were stuck to the wounds.

Fresh blood seeped continuously from the numerous incisions, dripping onto the floor along the edge of the operating table—a horrifying sight.

Whether it was because he heard Zhou Yan's cry or not, he struggled to raise his blood-stained hand and tremblingly wiped away her tears.

Zhou Yan immediately gripped Chen Moxin's hand tightly, hope igniting in his eyes, and shouted to the surgeon, "He's alive! He can hear me! What are you all standing there for?! Save him!!"

The surgeon shook his head and said in a low voice, "His organs have failed, and his bodily functions are irreversibly declining. This is just a dying reaction... We have done our best."

Sure enough, this simple movement exhausted all of Chen Moxin's strength. Her hand fell limply down Zhou Yan's cheek and remained motionless.

Zhou Yan's tears flowed like a burst dam as she grabbed Chen Moxin's hand and cried out, "Don't die! You can't die! Who will bring me all that delicious food after you die?!"

"That time you hit my dad, I took the blame for you and got locked up in so many days for nothing! Don't you owe me compensation?!"

At that moment, a large hand gently landed on Zhou Yan's shoulder.

Looking back, Yang Jie shook his head at her with sorrow.

"You're not dead, why are you shaking your head?!" Zhou Yan shoved Yang Jie away angrily, forcefully wiped away his tears, pressed Chen Moxin's hand to his cheek, and said in a trembling voice, "It's alright... the doctor can't save you... I have a way to save you..."

“I will enter into a spiritual pact with you…yes! Enter into a spiritual pact!”

"It's just a knife wound, so what if an artery was pierced... My psionic energy can control blood! I have super-fast regeneration! This injury is nothing!"

Chapter 176 That's My Dad

When Zhou Yan suddenly mentioned his psychic abilities, Yang Jie and the others, including the surgeon, all had their eyes light up.

"Controlling blood... Is she SWAB-097 'Scarlet Witch'?"

"If the injured person gains super-fast regeneration ability by sharing psionic energy, there is indeed a chance to heal injuries that modern medicine cannot handle."

"We need to hurry! Establishing a spiritual contract requires the conscious awareness of both parties, and it's hard to say whether the injured person is even conscious right now."

Wang Hui frowned upon hearing this.

Chen Moxin was always bothering Luo Lingyou, and Wang Hui had long disliked this guy.

During the subway incident on the Autumn Equinox, he was treated like a fool and made a fool of. He truly hated Chen Mo's ruthlessness to the core and wished that the guy would die suddenly one day.

He had been secretly overjoyed for a long time because of the good news that Chen Moxin had an accident during the mission.

Upon hearing that they had come up with an emergency plan, Wang Hui immediately interrupted, "Establish a spiritual contract? This matter requires approval according to regulations; it's not something you can just decide to do on a whim."

Alexander angrily shoved Wang Hui: "Human lives are at stake, and now you're saying these things? Can't we make an exception?!"

Wang Hui deliberately responded in a businesslike tone: "Rules are rules, and they cannot be taken lightly. Otherwise, if we loosen them here, everything will fall apart there."

"If everyone can overstep the rules, seek special treatment, and disregard procedures, how can we carry out our work in the future?"

In an instant, Zhou Yan erupted.

A crimson light suddenly appeared in her palm, and blood, guided by her psychic energy, gushed from the blood vessels that split open on their own, forming an incomparably sharp blood crystal blade.

She pounced on Wang Hui like a raging beast, pinning him to the ground, and pressed the blood crystal blade in her hand directly against his throat.

"You fucking bark at me again?!"

Her voice was a ripping scream, tears streamed down her face, and her entire face was contorted with intense emotion.

"If you bark again, I'll stab you to death on the spot! I mean it!!!"

Wang Hui was quite frightened.

You can't hide the look in someone's eyes that wants to kill you.

Zhou Yan's eyes were filled with despair, madness, vulnerability, and grief. His body was taut to the limit, like a bowstring stretched to its limit.

Wang Hui was so frightened by the overwhelming killing intent that he dared not even breathe. He had no doubt that if he dared to utter a single word now, Zhou Yan would stab him to death on the spot.

Wang Hui let the blood crystal blade slash his throat, trembling as he raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm. He didn't even dare to say "calm down," for fear of provoking Zhou Yan, who was in a state of emotional turmoil.

Zhou Yan wiped away her tears and ran to Chen Moxin's side, holding his hand. She said in a trembling voice, "I will make a spiritual pact with you. You can use my spiritual energy to control the blood, clot the blood to stop the bleeding, and then activate cell activity to slowly repair the injury."

As she finished speaking, a spell mark symbolizing a spiritual contract appeared between her brows, and the same spell mark appeared between Chen Moxin's brows as well.

This scene is invisible to outsiders. To others, Zhou Yan is simply holding Chen Moxin's hand, his eyes closed as if in meditation.

But soon, they discovered the first signs that the spiritual contract was taking effect.

Chen Moxin had many knife wounds on her body, and even after being stitched up, she was still bleeding profusely.

But at this point, the wounds slowly formed scabs and stopped bleeding.

As blood from the external blood bag was continuously transfused into his body, color began to return to his deathly pale face.

Looks like we made it in time.

Chen Moxin was not completely dead; he still retained a sliver of consciousness, which allowed him to complete the establishment of the spiritual contract and obtain Zhou Yan's spiritual power.

Seeing signs of improvement, Zhou Yan stopped crying and smiled, holding Chen Moxin's hand even tighter.

Wang Hui stood up from the ground. Seeing that Zhou Yan's emotions had stabilized, he began to speak in a pretentious tone again: "I have no objection to you saving people, but I will compile this matter into a document and hand it over to the superiors in the courtroom."

Yang Jie and the others responded with a cold snort.

...

After a period of time, according to the doctor, Chen Moxin's various indicators gradually stabilized, and she was transferred to the intensive care unit.

Zhou Yan was taken back to the strict containment area.

She absolutely refused to go back and insisted on staying in Chen Moxin's hospital room.

Later, Yang Jie persuaded Zhou Yan to go back, explaining that Chen Moxin needed to rest and that staying there would hinder his recovery.

After leaving the restricted area, Yang Jie was a little hungry, so he went to the cafeteria and got some fried skewers for a late-night snack before returning to the intensive care unit.

He completely disregarded the so-called "impact on the wounded's recovery" and sat down by Chen Moxin's bedside, eating skewers as if no one else was around.

Chen Moxin, who had been sitting like a dead person, suddenly opened her eyes and sat up straight, reaching for the fried skewers: "They smell so good, give me some too."

While eating his skewers, Yang Jie glanced at him sideways and said, "Are you satisfied now that Zhou Yan has been completely fooled by you?"