Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 739

Faced with an immediate, lethal threat, the so-called authorities turned ghost-white, instinctively retreating several steps in their observation room.

In the United Realmon States, pulling a gun wasn't an empty threat.

"T-this... this is highly illegal!" Professor Sterling stammered, his voice vibrating with terror.

"Illegal?" Nicholas scoffed, a dark, freezing amusement swirling in his devastating eyes. The chilling intent rolling off him was enough to make a man's blood run cold.

He snatched the gun off the table with lightning speed and leveled the dark muzzle squarely at the camera lens, aiming right between Professor Sterling's eyes on the monitor. "I don't have a lot of patience. Shut your mouth."

Professor Sterling froze completely, cold sweat instantly drenching his back.

The other experts scrambled backward, desperate to get out of the line of fire.

This young man from Elyndor was radiating an aura of absolute slaughter. He wasn't playing around!

They were insane!

Every single person in this room was completely insane!

They were treating a human life like it was nothing but a sick joke!

But staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, not a single one of them dared to make a sound.

"Go ahead, niece. You do whatever you need to do," Douglas said, his cold eyes still fixed on the monitor. "If they try to interfere again, I'll make sure they never speak another word."

Serena gave a curt nod toward the camera, then turned her focus back to Baldur. "Alright. Let's begin."

Baldur was drowning in a cold sweat. "Miss Serena, are the assistants you called actually going to show up?"

Serena snapped on a pair of sterile surgical gloves, her fingers expertly adjusting a syringe. "They're almost here."

Baldur's panic skyrocketed.

*Almost?*

In a life-or-death situation, the gap between "almost here" and "standing at the table" was a bottomless chasm!

Under these extreme circumstances, he was the only assistant on deck, and he had less than zero confidence in his ability to support her through this nightmare.

But the point of no return had already been crossed.

It was the dead calm right before a catastrophic storm.

Douglas obviously caught the danger in his brother's voice, immediately trying to defuse the situation. "Silas, I'll explain everything the second you get here—"

He was cut off before he could finish the sentence.

Professor Sterling, suddenly finding his courage now that the head of the family was on the line, screamed into the comms, "Mr. Vinton! Thank God you're finally here! We tried everything to stop them from playing this sick game!"

"You have no idea! Douglas is currently holding us at gunpoint! Mr. Vinton's condition is so critical that no surgeon in the entire United Realmon States would dare open him up right now, yet they are letting a little girl perform the operation! The surgery has already started, and... and we can't stop them!"

"Professor Sterling!" Douglas hissed, the words grinding through his teeth with a chilling lethality.

He shot a death glare at the man who had the audacity to cross him.

"Douglas," Silas's voice cut through the tension. "You've always been level-headed. Why are you enabling a twenty-year-old's dangerous delusions?"

Douglas opened his mouth to defend her.

But Silas immediately shut him down. "I want you to halt that surgery right now. Stop everything. I leveraged a massive personal favor to secure the absolute best neurosurgeon in the world, Dr. Arthur Smith. He should be arriving any minute."