78: anger

"Don't move! If you move a muscle, I'll slit his throat right now!" Wu Meng shrieked, producing a sharp knife from somewhere and pressing it firmly against Lu Hongyi's carotid artery. Lu Hongyi was so terrified he froze completely, not daring to struggle in the slightest.

"You! Get over there! Hit him! Beat him to death!" Wu Meng roared at the Parasite-controlled security guard.

Upon receiving the order, the security guard immediately became like a marionette, walking with stiff steps towards Lu Jianchuan, and swung a fist hard at his faceplate!

Bang!

The heavy fist smashed against the helmet.

Although it caused no pain or harm, the instinct to counter an attack made Lu Jianchuan's body subconsciously flinch almost imperceptibly. His right hand instantly rose an inch, as if to block or retaliate.

"You dare move?!!"

Wu Meng, who had been staring fixedly at him, immediately caught this subtle reaction. He shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, the blade instantly pressing a bloody line into Lu Hongyi's neck.

"Put your hand down! Stand still! If you so much as twitch a muscle again, I'll kill him right now! Do you want to see him die?!"

Lu Jianchuan's raised right hand instantly froze mid-air, then slowly, with extreme restraint, lowered. His azure-blue visor fixed on Wu Meng. He made no further movements, locking all his strength tightly within his body.

"Yes! Just like that! Hit him! Hit him hard!" Seeing his threat work, the face on the fleshy tumor twisted into a grotesque expression of triumph.

Powerful blows landed on Lu Jianchuan's body, producing dull thudding sounds.

Such attacks couldn't cause any real damage to Lu Jianchuan in his transformed state, yet he cooperated by letting out low grunts, his body swaying slightly, feigning weakness.

He couldn't risk provoking this madman into more extreme actions.

However, beneath his azure-blue visor, as he watched the Parasite-controlled, lifeless puppet of a security guard before him, and then looked at Zhang Wei's body—once full of vitality, now occupied by Wu Meng—an intense, blazing fury was wildly accumulating and multiplying in his heart!

His anger was absolutely not because he was enduring these harmless attacks.

He was furious because this security guard before him, the deceased Nurse, and Zhang Wei, who was once a fitness trainer... they all should have had their own lives, had families and friends who cared about them. They should have lived!

But now, everything about them had been utterly stripped away and desecrated by this monster parasitizing their corpses!

This rage at the merciless trampling of life was a thousand times stronger than any personal insult! The fury roared silently in his chest, almost bursting through the restraints of his armor.

[Consciousness Space]

[Warning: Aptitude Holder's emotional fluctuations are rising sharply. Resonance intensity between spirit and evo factor exceeds safe threshold!] The System's alarm suddenly sounded.

"What's happening?" Han Chengyu was startled.

[Current state resembles the precursor to 'forced evolution.' Intense will (especially anger) may trigger irreversible mutations in biomass structure, posing a risk of loss of control.]

"Then what do we do? We can't just watch him lose control!"

[Suggested solution: Grant permission for the next-stage armor design in advance. You personally lead the design, constructing a completely new framework capable of safely guiding and releasing this 'fury,' replacing dangerous 'mutation' with controlled 'evolution.']

"Alright, give me the permissions now!" Han Chengyu didn't hesitate. His consciousness instantly accessed a virtual design interface brimming with infinite possibilities. Countless complex biological structure models and energy circuit diagrams unfolded 'before his eyes.'

"Anger... outburst... what's needed is a vent, a channel to transform emotion into pure destructive power..."

With full concentration, he began rapidly conceptualizing and assembling, guiding the birth of the new armor. "System, assist me. Prioritize stability for the basic structure, but the energy core and output System must be built around 'instantaneous overload' and 'ultimate release'!"

[Real World]

Seeing Lu Jianchuan only passively taking hits and not daring to resist, Wu Meng grew increasingly smug. The arm holding Lu Hongyi and the hand gripping the knife relaxed slightly.

In that split-second flash! "Bastard! Let go of the young master!" A hoarse yet resolute roar came from behind Wu Meng! The previously knocked-down Steward Wang had actually struggled to his feet and, mustering all his strength, lunged from behind, desperately grabbing Wu Meng's knife-wielding arm!

"What?!" Wu Meng was shocked, his attention instantly diverted!

"Perfect opportunity!"

Lu Jianchuan roared internally. The power he had been suppressing erupted! He dropped the pretense. His left hand shot out like lightning, seizing the fist of the security guard swinging at him again, and violently flung it sideways!

The immense force directly sent the security guard flying like a ragdoll, crashing heavily against the wall and slumping down.

Almost simultaneously, a ring of dust exploded at his feet as his silver figure transformed into a bolt of lightning tearing through the air, instantly closing the short distance to Wu Meng!

Wu Meng had just broken free from Steward Wang's grip and hadn't had time to react when a fist wreathed in blazing blue-white electricity, seemingly forged from thunder itself, filled his entire field of vision!

This fist contained not just Rampaging bioelectricity, but also Lu Jianchuan's final judgment on all this distortion and desecration!

"Atone... for everything you've done!"

Boom——!!!

The thunderous fist, without reservation, solidly struck the subsidiary head formed by Wu Meng's fleshy tumor!

Blinding electric light instantly exploded, illuminating the dim stairwell with a stark white glare. Under the violent energy shock, the tumor rapidly charred, carbonized, and disintegrated as if thrown into a fierce fire!

The madness and venom in Wu Meng's eyes instantly solidified, scattered, and finally went completely dark. An extremely brief, sharp shriek, mixed with ultimate pain and resentment, squeezed from his crooked mouth before abruptly cutting off.

However, having experienced the previous hospital Parasite incident, Lu Jianchuan couldn't be sure if the opponent was truly dead, nor did he know if its vitality was exceptionally tenacious.

He dared not be the slightest bit careless. To ensure absolute safety, he made a decision.

He opened his fist, letting Wu Meng's charred remains fall away from Zhang Wei's shoulder. He stepped forward, supporting Zhang Wei's body—still muscular but now devoid of all life—as it began to slump.

"I'm sorry..." From beneath the faceplate came his low, hoarse voice, carrying an indescribable heaviness.

Before the words faded, his hands pressed firmly against Zhang Wei's chest and back!

"Zzzzt——!!!"

Blue-white electric light, more intense and dazzling than any before, surged from his palms like a breached flood, completely engulfing Zhang Wei's body!

Zhang Wei's body convulsed violently under the strong current until a scorched smell emanated from it. Only then did Lu Jianchuan slowly withdraw his power, gently laying him down on the ground.

After doing all this, he turned around.

On the other side, old Steward Wang had already struggled to help the shaken Lu Hongyi to his feet.

Lu Hongyi's face was pale, a shallow blood mark still on his neck, but he paid it no mind now. His eyes were fixed on the silver, flowing figure of the armor, as if stepped out of a sci-fi movie. His mouth slightly agape, he subconsciously murmured:

"So... so cool..."

Lu Jianchuan's cold, azure-blue visor swept over the master and servant, not lingering, offering no words. He turned, took a few running steps, and violently crashed through the window at the end of the corridor. His agile silver figure traced an arc through the air, swiftly disappearing into the deep night.

"Young... young master, are you alright?" Steward Wang asked, looking in the direction Lu Jianchuan had vanished, his heart still racing.

Only then did Lu Hongyi snap back to reality. He grabbed Steward Wang's arm, his fingers even gripping a bit too hard in his excitement. His eyes shone with a light mixing lingering fear, shock, and intense curiosity.

"Steward Wang! I'm fine! Hurry! Go help me investigate! Use every connection we can! I want to know everything about this... this silver Armored Man! Don't overlook any clue!"

Seeing the unprecedented, almost fanatical look in his young master's eyes, Steward Wang nodded and said, "Understood, young master. I will arrange it immediately."