Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Everyone watched Dorian walk past the group, reaching the center of the large formation of clinical beds. 

If they had an aerial view, they would see that the center of the space was left open in a Pentagon's shape. 

The beds were aligned perfectly, with every bed facing the Pentagonal center. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, please step behind the candles." Chan-Ki's voice was low but laced with unreasonable authority. 

Many didn't even know when their feet began moving. 

"What does he want to do?" 

Hardy, Harlem and the others frowned, already wanting to question how unreadable these people from the SN department were. 

It was just that while their mouths were sharp, their legs also moved without permission. 

'_'

While moving, they couldn't help frowning. 

"This is ridiculous. I called the chief." 

"I was thinking the same thing. These people have shown no signs of clue finding, and are just doing their own thing." 

"Exactly Are they now doctors? Have they now switched from being police officers to becoming doctors?... This is just preposterous!"

The whole thing was wrong no matter what angle they looked at it. 

They felt like reporting the matter to the higher-ups. 

But what should they do if their superiors were so in love with these SN people? 

Everyone did as told, stepping behind the candles. 

Just inches behind the candles were straight lines drawn with chalk. 

Great! 

Now, the stage was set. 

The sickly children were on the beds, while the parents, doctors, guards and police officers were standing behind the candles, with him in the space close to the walls. 

As for the Academy disciples and Chan-Ki, they all stepped into the formation of beds, strategically placing themselves at various points. 

Big Ben frowned, feeling the matter was not simple at all. 

They didn't call him a genius for nothing. 

Who is he?

Looking at Dorian at the center, he had a hunch something otherworldly would happen, though he dared not voice his thoughts of fear of getting put in a looney bin. 

Hey… this was a medical facility. He was closer to the Looney Bin here than anywhere else, so one should always watch what they say. 

Dorian hated talking, but with the present situation, he knew he had to make certain matters clear because even Chan-Ki and the others didn't know all there was about what they were facing. 

With his hands in his pocket, he narrowed his sweeping gaze at the crowd along the walls. 

"Listen well, and listen good… First, I hate repeating myself. So I will not, if you don't catch what I say." 

"Your children, your siblings. your loved ones… aren't necessarily ill." 

Everyone frowned. What did he mean by saying they went ill? 

Feeling rage swell up in them.

Bastard! 

What did he mean by saying they weren't ill? 

Can't he see their obviously weak bodies and bluish-pale skins? Did this brat of 17 think this was a joking matter? 

Their children's lives were dangling on the line and this bastard dares to play mind games with them? 

Understand that these adults and guardians were disparate and had rage and hatred towards life itself, feeling the unfairness of the universe. 

Their veins had a burst of frenzy run through them, their hearts were pulsating vigorously, and their jaw muscles clenched so hard their teeth nearly cracked. 

You cannot begin to imagine the rollercoaster of emotions they went through during these past few days. 

And now, you stand before them making a jest of the matter? What can a 17-year-old boy know?

I'm sorry, not they just couldn't take a 17-year-old boy very seriously. 

He might look elegant and also very intimidating, but with things like medicine, years amount to more experience.

They had their doubts earlier when seeing him in the room. 

Although they didn't say anything, they only felt he should be an assistant or someone aiding the treatment process.

But seeing him at the forefront talking to them about their children's situation, only made them furious. 

Are the Hous not taking this matter seriously? Was that it? 

Dorian's next words were what truly made the group exude with outburst! 

"They aren't ill, but contaminated with evil." 

Evil? Evil? 

Hahahahahahah~

Many laughed angrily, pointing their trembling fingers at Dorian with curses clogged in their throats.

That's the best these quacks could come up with. Where in the world can you not find evil? Even a bank robber is evil.

What's the point of saying all these? 

What does this have to do with treating their children? 

Dorian didn't even give them time to think, as he began stating his rules, while also alerting the police to keep their eyes open. 

After all, the bill would be paid by their people. So when he writes it down, the money should be sent with no questions asked. 

(×_×) 

… 

"You all know nothing! Never doubt the Grandmaster! He is the only one who can save them!" The lead doctor yelled out while looking at Dorian in awe. 

His words shocked many, as they began looking at the situation with questionable eyes. 

This doctor was well-known in the country and famous too. So his words spoke volumes, as many were willing to listen to an elderly man with more experience than a teenage boy of 17. 

Those who wanted to rush over and grab Dorian had no choice but to fist their hands and force themselves to stand down. 

Maybe this brat really had a few brushes. 

Hardy and Shalom narrowed their gazes when watching Dorian closed his eyes while slowly bringing his hands together. 

The other disciples and Chan-Ki, also followed his movements, doing the same actions too. 

'Alright, SN department, let's see what you all have up your sleeves… What is so peculiar about your methods that make the higher-ups so anxious?'

'Evil? Will they make the culprit appear like a magician making an audience member appear on stage?' 

Tsk. 

Hardy, Shalom and the other officers inwardly joked when seeing their actions, not knowing their guess was half-right. 

And soon, Dorian, Chan-Ki and the academy disciples began their legendary chants. 

~Shwshwshwshwshwshwshw~

(^0^) [Doctors and guards]: Oh, what grand, holy music to my years.

(> -_-) [Everyone else]: ... Are you sure we are listening to the same thing?