The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 147

Before her voice had even faded, she was already charging at Brody.

His face swiftly changed. He darted out of the operating room and flung a handful of poisonous powder at Vivienne. She couldn't care less and reached forward to grab his shoulder. He deftly avoided her grasp as his hand shot out silver needles, which Vivienne easily deflected with her own.

The members of the Nine Mystics Society, who had been lurking outside the hospital, stormed in upon hearing Vivienne's signal through her micro earpiece.

Draven had once witnessed Brody turn a maximum-security prison into a scene straight out of 'Resident Evil.'

Entering, he was worried that he would once again bear witness to such a horrific sight, leading to a difficult cleanup afterward.

Yet, seeing the people strewn across the lobby unharmed, save for one poisoned individual by the entrance and another in the operating room, he felt slightly relieved.

When their young master was around, she could keep Brody's unpredictable nature in check.

Meanwhile, Brody and Vivienne had continued their fight from the hospital building to the courtyard.

After being surrounded by members of the Nine Mystics Society, Brody sneered. "Specter Healer, you can't claim victory by capturing me with others' help." "They're my people. If they catch you, then I win." Vivienne replied nonchalantly, ignoring his mockery. "You can call your people to help you."

She flashed a mocking smile towards the hospital building. "Oh, I forgot; you've poisoned them all."

"They can hardly be called my people." Brody laughed. "They're more like my playthings. They're not even worthy of being called test subjects." Suddenly, he seized a chubby figure who had been standing by, drooling as he watched them. "Let me go, or I'll kill him." He threatened Vivienne. "Why should I let you go for him? He's your man." Vivienne said, replaceing the situation amusing.

"He's just a mentally ill fool. He's not one of mine." Brody retorted, pressing a knife to the chubby man's throat. "You know why I poisoned everyone in the hospital but him? It was to guard against this very situation."

Vivienne fell silent, and her eyes became cold.

"You people always act holier, claiming to be on the side of justice." Brody taunted them. "So even if my hostage is a mentally ill patient who's useless to society, you have to let me go to save his life."

He was right. Even though this drooling, chubby man was a mentally ill patient who could potentially cause harm, Vivienne and her team couldn't just leave him to his fate.

"Specter Healer, you can't catch me." Brody asserted while dragging the confused, chubby man towards the gate.

"Brody?" The chubby man asked, drooling and cocking his head in confusion.

"Shut up." Brody ordered him as he coldly retreated step by step.

Vivienne and the members of the Nine Mystics Society could only watch helplessly, unable to intervene.

"Are we really just going to let him go, boss?" Draven asked, frustration clear on his face.

Vivienne didn't answer.

Just as Brody was about to exit the gate with the chubby man, Vivienne made her move. She tossed a paralyzing powder towards Brody.

This was a minor nuisance for Brody, but it was enough to delay him for a moment.

In that moment, the chubby man's face changed. He swiftly jabbed Brody in several key pressure points with silver needles.

Caught off guard, Brody was paralyzed and frozen in place.

"You?" Brody exclaimed while looking at the man, who had suddenly stopped drooling and tilting his head. His demeanor had completely changed.

"You lose again." Vivienne told Brody.

"He's not your man!" Brody argued. "How can you say I lost?"

"Who said I wasn't one of her men?" The chubby man laughed, then turned to Vivienne and complained. "Vivienne, do you have any idea how long I've been chasing Brody? Just when I was about to gain his trust, you guys showed up. Now I have to split my bounty with you, don't I?"

"Brian, you disappeared to become a bounty hunter for years and didn't send a single message." Vivienne shot him a cold look. "Consider the bounty as your contribution to the team."

"Hey, hey, Vivienne, that's not how it works." Brian complained and grimaced. "You don't know how alert Brody is. I've had to play the fool for so long just to get close to him. It was a lot of hard work; I've been at it for half a year!"

He spoke clearly now. His tone was normal, and his demeanor was serious with a hint of ruthlessness. A stark contrast to the man who had been shouting for a wife all day.

Brody remembered a famous bounty hunter known as Brian. No criminal, whether A-class or S-class, ever escaped his pursuit.

He had never expected a bounty hunter to endure so much humiliation, acting like a madman for half a year and doing countless absurd things in front of him. That's why he hadn't suspected him. Ironically, the insurance he had left for himself had become the shackles that ensnared him.

"You haven't done anything illegal, have you?" Vivienne asked Brian sternly.

"No, no, absolutely not." Brian quickly denied. "Vivienne, I didn't even touch that girl inside. They all thought I was impotent. So all I did was hold her hand before they took her away."

He sat at the entrance of the building today. The moment he saw Vivienne stride in, he hastily pleaded his innocence.

At this, he began to grumble. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to pretend to be incapable for six months, especially in front of a tough guy like Brody? So, about the bounty..."

"Shut up." Vivienne interrupted him. She was clearly irritated.

"Hehhehheh." Brody chuckled while listening to their conversation. "You guys don't really think that capturing me means I can't escape, do you?"

"No worries; run if you want to." Brian nonchalantly waved his hand. "But wait until I've collected the bounty. Then you can run, and I can catch you again for another reward. After all, it's not easy to replace an SS- class wanted criminal like you."