At six o’clock in the following morning, at the Flutwell Hospital.

A harsh wind was blowing in the air.

The tallest floor of the inpatient department was filled with the smell of alcohol and blood.

Experts of Golden Palace’s outer circle were all lying on the sickbeds, covered in blood.

They weren’t dead, but they were completely crippled.

Some had a chance to recover after a few weeks, but most of them were fated to be ordinary people for the rest of their lives.

Koen, Emily, and Smoke had gone through an entire night of surgery.

One of Smoke’s hands was permanently gone.

Koen and Emily’s legs couldn’t function any longer.

Simply put, the three were crippled for life.

“This is bullsh*t! There’s no way!”

After waking up, Emily gritted her teeth in anger before she started bawling her eyes out.

She was still a beautiful young woman the day before, but she had turned into a cripple in a blink of an eye.

Who would be able to take in such a reality?

Koen’s face was completely