Raiden raised his hand, unleashing a wave of cold that instantly froze the crippled thug before him. In a blink, the figure transformed into an ice statue, rigid and lifeless on the sidewalk. The homeless crowd huddling in the filthy corners could only watch in horror, not daring to make a sound.
Ignoring the fate of the unfortunate thug who would soon succumb to hypothermia, Raiden gestured for Sylvia to escort Lisa into the truck first. After ensuring their safety, he followed suit and fired up the engine. The distinctive rumble of the muscle car shattered the night's silence as Raiden pressed the gas pedal, speeding toward the hospital where Lisa's sister was being treated.
"Sylvia, stay with Lisa in the back seat," he commanded, deliberately creating an opportunity for his personal maid to bond with the girl. Through the rearview mirror, he observed Lisa comfortably leaning against Sylvia.
Fifteen minutes of driving through empty streets, leaving behind the slums on the city's east side. Finally, they arrived before the towering public hospital building.
"Show us the way, Lisa. We'll check on your sister's condition first," Raiden spoke softly, careful not to intimidate the dark purple-haired girl.
Lisa nodded quickly, her eyes gleaming with complete understanding. Despite Raiden's request for her to act casually, the girl maintained a formal demeanor befitting a servant addressing her young master.
"Please follow me, Young Master," Lisa spoke gently, guiding Raiden and Sylvia toward the ward where her sister was hospitalized.
The elevator carried them to the fifth floor. After walking several minutes through the corridor to the left wing, their steps halted before an economy-class hospital room.
Upon entering, Raiden's brow furrowed deeply. His eyes swept across the cramped room with its minimal facilities. A question arose in his mind - shouldn't the funds Lisa borrowed have been sufficient for a more suitable room?
"Sylvia, contact the director of Moonveil Hospital. Ensure they prepare a VVIP ward with the most comprehensive facilities and their finest medical team. Don't forget to arrange a medical helicopter for Lisa's sister's transportation," Raiden commanded, his tone calm yet laden with authority.
"I'll execute it at once, Young Master." Sylvia offered a brief bow, her elegant fingers swiftly retrieving the phone from her black blazer pocket.
While Sylvia engaged with the hospital administration, hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor. The door burst open, revealing a portly doctor with a crimson-flushed face.
"How dare you! Visiting a patient without proper authorization!" The doctor barked, flanked by several anxious nurses.
However, his rage dissipated instantly upon catching sight of Sylvia. His gaze turned predatory, shamelessly tracing every curve of Raiden's exclusive maid's figure. A drop of saliva even trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Raiden observed the doctor's behavioral shift in silence. Without altering his iris color, he released a wisp of dread aura. Silver-blue energy flowed like cold mist, creeping forth to envelop the doctor's form. This power tore through mental barriers and shattered even the strongest of resolves.
"ARGHHHH!" The doctor screamed in agony, as if thousands of needles were piercing his brain. His body collapsed to its knees, violently trembling with eyes wide in terror. Cold sweat drenched his pallid face.
Though the dread aura targeted a single individual, the surrounding nurses could sense the oppressive waves of energy emanating outward. They stood frozen, transfixed as they witnessed their senior physician kneeling before this mysterious youth with cold eyes.
Sylvia fixed her icy glare on the chubby doctor, her gaze as cold as the freezing polar frost. The vibration of her phone in her blazer pocket interrupted that tense moment. After receiving a brief call, she got confirmation that the medical helicopter was on standby at the helipad, complete with Moonveil Hospital's professional team specially prepared to evacuate Lisa's sister.
The fifth-floor elevator chime broke through the silent hospital corridor. The gleaming metal doors slid open smoothly, revealing five Moonveil Hospital medical staff with a high-tech special stretcher they carried with utmost care.
"Young Master, the evacuation team is ready to execute the patient transfer procedure." A middle-aged staff member with a neat and professional appearance bowed respectfully before Raiden, who stood with a commanding posture at the threshold of the ward.
The corner of Raiden's lips lifted slightly, satisfaction radiating from his expression at Moonveil Hospital's swift response. "Good work. Execute your duties with maximum precision and caution," he stated in a flat tone that carried undisputable authority.
"Yes, Young Master." The middle-aged man bowed once more with deep respect before rushing to coordinate his team to carry out the evacuation procedure.
After watching the helicopter carrying Lisa and her sister take off toward Moonveil Hospital, Raiden and Sylvia hurried through the corridor to the parking area. The roar of a black muscle truck's engine thundered through the night's silence as Raiden drove his luxury vehicle out of the hospital complex at high speed.
"Sylvia, tonight we'll be spending time at the penthouse. Contact the top-tier girl group 'Lunarian' immediately." A playful smirk adorned Raiden's handsome face as he glanced at his exclusive maid sitting gracefully in the passenger seat. "I heard they just snagged this year's prestigious Academy Award trophy. I'm very curious about how it feels... to spend time with those stage goddesses." He licked his lips with a sensual gesture, his voice darkening with unspoken desire.
"I will execute it immediately according to your instructions, Young Master." Sylvia responded with professional gentleness, her slender fingers swiftly contacting the agency in question.
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The 20th floor of Stardom Entertainment Building had been converted into an exclusive sanctuary for Lunarian, the phenomenal girl group that had proven their existence after years of struggling and competing in the harsh entertainment industry.
Lunarian consisted of four members who were not only visually captivating but also blessed with extraordinary talent. Each member had successfully built their own fanatic fanbase thanks to their equal abilities and unrivaled individual charm.
Currently, all four members were immersed in their intensive dance practice routine to sharpen their synchronization and movement precision. Following the thumping music full of energy, they strung together aggressive movements blended with mesmerizing feminine touches. Complex transitions flowed like water, creating a visual harmony that captivated every pair of eyes watching.
"More fluid, ladies! Explore your hip movements with more grace and allure!" Irene, the goddess-faced leader, called out with burning passion. Her glossy black hair danced with her movements under the studio lights, her crimson irises flashing with determination, creating a dramatic contrast against her porcelain-white skin that shone like pearls under the lights.
"Yes, Sis!" The three members responded with full enthusiasm and dedication, showing top-tier professionalism in every movement they executed perfectly.