Chapter 11

One look from Kirk was enough to make the bodyguard tremble.

"Second floor. Number 208."

After getting the information he needed, Kirk crushed the walkie-talkie under his heel and turned around to go upstairs. The bodyguards stared at each other after seeing the crushed walkie-talkie on the ground, none of them daring to move a finger. Even after Kirk had gone into the elevator, nobody dared to fish out their walkie-talkies to call for backup.

The elevator arrived at the second floor in a flash. Kirk immediately spotted the red light outside the operation theater numbered 208. The piercing red gleam was like a knife slashing through Kirk's heart. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white.

He walked to the door and slammed his fist into it with a bang. The sturdy wooden door burst open, and everyone in the operation theater jumped in fright, staring at the entrance. They spotted Kirk at once, his eyes bloodshot, looking out of control. Other people didn't know