I Am the Ruler of All

"I…" Mateo shook his head vigorously. "I don't want to… I'm feeling very uncomfortable right now. My tongue is stiff, and my head is heavy… I don't want to become a vegetable again," he muttered, sinking to the floor while holding his head. "No! Save me!" he wailed loudly.

When Liam saw him shrinking his head like a tortoise, he exclaimed shakily, "That's right! Just hide like this, and don't lift your head!"

"Yes, Professor Clayton… I'll not lift my head…" he answered, laying still on the floor as he balled up his body tightly.

Someone suddenly realized what was happening once they saw this. "I understand what Professor Clayton means! Earlier in both times, Mr. Ross turned into a vegetable because the needle struck him between his brows. So, he'll be fine if he hides his head!"

"Yeah! Kudos to Professor Clayton for coming up with this so quickly. I didn't even think of this point!"

Kingsley sniggered as he peered at Mateo's pathetic trembling form on the floor, "Mr. Ross, weren't you very impressive earlier? So, why are you on all fours and refusing to move like a dog now?"

With a sour face, Liam sighed as he spoke with a rather nasty look on his face, "No matter what, Mateo is the vice director of a hospital. Don't you think that you've gone overboard by being so aggressive?"

"Have I gone overboard?" Kingsley's eyes were steely. "Since he's not my countryman anymore, why should I show him mercy?" he said, taking a step forward. His light brown eyes stared at Liam steadily as he said in a nonchalant tone, "Moreover, do you think that there's really nothing I can do to him if he tucks his head between his crotch like this?"

As Liam looked into Kingsley's eyes, a shiver ran down his spine, but he forced himself to be composed as he said, "The main causes of a vegetative state is damage to the brain and nerves. Now that Mateo has completely protected his head, what can you do to him even if you have heavenly skills?"

Everyone agreed with his words. "Professor Clayton has a point. Now, Dr. Nicholson doesn't even have a spot to stick his needles. So, what else can he do?"

"Oh, what a shame. I think this hiatus is about to end. Without a doubt, Professor Clayton will use this as the excuse not to admit defeat."

"Yeah, unless Dr. Nicholson could damage the brain through the butt—"

Mid-sentence, the person who said that seemed to find it a little ridiculous and decided to shut his mouth under everyone's bewildered stare.

Right then, Liam's eyes wavered, and he waved to Dylan, who was on the stage. "Director Wayne, this man cannot turn Mateo into a vegetable again. Hence, I'm unable to continue the duel with him. With that, it should be considered a draw in this duel. What do you think of this, Director Wayne?"

Everyone, including Dylan, had a look of contempt on their faces upon hearing his words. Dylan couldn't even help the thought, This Professor Clayton is beyond shameless! How can he tell such a blatant lie in front of everyone? This is in no way a draw but a crushing victory!

"Well…" Dylan muttered hesitantly. "Calling it a draw… I'm afraid it won't convince the public."

Immediately, Scott interjected, "He's right! You're utterly shameless, Liam Clayton! It's such a shame that you've always regarded yourself as someone with high morals!"

"It doesn't matter if you call me virtuous or immoral. I don't mind any of it." A sneer appeared on Liam's face. "I have nothing to lose, even if you call me a few more names."