Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

The one-eyed man walked over from the distance.

Director Hess smiled and asked, "How did it go? Did the conversation go well? You look like you didn't get anything."

The one-eyed man's face was grim. He didn't say anything.

"I knew you wouldn't get anything. Your starting point was wrong. They're not normal people, but in your eyes, they're mental patients. Did you just directly ask them about the Abyssal entity from the start?" Director Hess asked.

"How did you know?" the one-eyed man said.

Director Hess patted the one-eyed man on the shoulder. "Don't ask me how I know. You were wrong from the start. You can't just directly ask them questions. You need to get on their level."

"What do you mean?" the one-eyed man asked.

Director Hess asked, "Did they say anything to you? Like, did they ask you to do something, or did they want to do something for you?"

"Yes," the one-eyed man's expression didn't change. It was always so serious.

"Then you should have agreed. Only by getting on their level can you ask what you want to know." Director Hess analyzed the situation from a professional perspective.

"You have to trust me. I'm a professional. A mental patient's concept of friendship is very serious and dedicated. If you can get on their level, they will treat you as a friend. Although it may seem like you don't feel their enthusiasm for you, they will never betray a friend."

"Sometimes they might cause you to have an accident, but it's not because they want to harm you, but a subconscious protective behavior."

The one-eyed man frowned and said in a deep voice, "Why is it that I understand every word you say, but when they're put together, I don't understand?"

Director Hess smiled. "Because I'm a professional."

One-Eye: "..."

Indeed, that made a lot of sense.

Professional and amateur are different.

Soon, the one-eyed man sat down on the bench again, looking at Leo and Walter. Remembering what Director Hess had said, he opened his mouth and said, "I think I need your treatment…"

Leo and Walter were stunned for a moment, then they looked at each other very seriously. You could see the gravity on their faces.

"Are you confident?"

"Yes."

"Galactic Circuit Rotation Technique?"

"No, Half-Step Universe System Circulation Method."

The one-eyed man didn't understand what the two were talking about.

He always felt that something was not right.

But he didn't know what was not right. When he saw the other person approaching with a silver needle in his hand, his heart didn't waver at all. He even wanted to laugh a little.

Forget it!

I'll play along with you.

With his current cultivation, it was no problem to block an armor-piercing bullet with his bare hands. What could a few silver needles do?

In the distance, Director Hess took out his cell phone from his pocket, unlocked the screen, entered a number, and his finger hovered over the call button. He just waited. Don't ask him why he was doing this.

If he had to answer, it was a premonition.

Everything was so familiar.

The one-eyed man looked down at the silver needle in his arm. "What's this?"

"Half-Step Universe System Circulation Method," Walter replied.

Leo added, "He's very good."

"Half-Step Universe System Circulation Method?" The one-eyed man felt a slight tingling in his arm. He knew this involved traditional Chinese medicine. A mental patient knows acupuncture?

That's really hilarious.

"Yes, I've been studying this for many years, consulting countless masters. Professor Cosmos next door gave me the inspiration. Finally, I integrated the knowledge from books and developed this circulation method. Everyone who's been poked says it's good."

"Do you feel anything now?" Walter asked, looking up.

The one-eyed man smiled bitterly, something he had never done before. He felt like a fool for playing with a mental patient for so long.

Feel anything?

What can I possibly feel?

As one of the strongest masters in Seaside City, can a few needles make me feel anything?

Are you saying…

Suddenly, the one-eyed man's expression changed. In that instant, a very strange sensation flooded his brain. He didn't know which acupoints Walter had poked, but his head felt like it was about to explode.

Thud!

The one-eyed man's head hit the ground, but he hadn't even touched it.

Everything happened too fast.

Even the one-eyed man didn't have time to react. His mind went blank, and he lost consciousness.

Thud!

Another sound came.

Leo also fell to the ground. The position of the silver needles on his head was completely different from the one-eyed man's. The positions where they were poked were all chosen at random, completely based on Walter's feelings. Wherever it doesn't look right, poke it.

"What's happening?" Walter scratched his head. He was very confused. The Half-Step Universe System Circulation Method shouldn't be like this.

He looked down at the silver needle in his hand.

Or did I poke somewhere wrong?

Walter was very anxious. He paced around in circles. According to the theory he had researched, the one-eyed man's missing eye should have grown back, and Leo should have felt refreshed all over.

He held the silver needle and poked himself in the head.

No feeling.

Nothing at all.

Second needle!

Hmm, still no feeling.

Third needle!

Hmm, a little feeling, tingly.

Fourth needle!

His head was a little swollen, just as he had thought.

...

Thirteenth needle!

Thud!

Walter's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground directly.

Beside the bench, three people lay unconscious.

The orderlies saw the situation and rushed over. Seeing the three people with their heads full of silver needles, their faces contorted in horror. They screamed with a heart-wrenching cry:

"Help!"

"Someone, help!"

"The patients in room 666, plus a one-eyed, are of unknown life and death!"

Not far away, Director Hess dialed a number. Ring, ring.

"Hello! This is…"

"No need to say, we know where it is. We've already dispatched an ambulance. It will be there in a moment."

"Good, that's good. Please send two. There are three injured."

Director Hess's face was expressionless. Or rather, all of this was expected.

Will someone die?

He didn't know.

But since he had entered the mental asylum and become the director, he had already seen through life and death.