Especially at this moment, Bidegla's mother was struggling to sit up from the sickbed.

"Mom, don't move. Let me take a look at your injuries first," Bidegla hurriedly approached and grabbed his mother's hand, saying.

Although he had not yet learned any medical skills from Shadow Dread, using his own true energy to assist others in their cultivation was entirely feasible.

True energy is like the best medicine, and it has no side effects, allowing people to recover in the shortest possible time.

If it weren't for Bidegla's cultivation, how could his self-healing ability have reached such a terrifying level?

A strand of true energy slowly surged into his mother's body through her hand, helping her heal her wounds. Now they were both very weak, so Bidegla didn't dare to use too much true energy to help them, just slowly infusing it into their bodies.

"Bidegla, what are you doing?" Seeing Bidegla's strange actions, Niko Haimes asked.

He had witnessed Bidegla's cruelty, but now, seeing Bidegla's appearance, he seemed to be like a healer.

He had never heard of Bidegla having this ability before.

"Alright, Mom, now rest well. In a few days, your injuries will be completely healed," Bidegla said, smiling and with no hint of hostility.

At this moment, he was just like an ordinary child, taking care of his mother with great care.

At the door, Niko Haimes looked at Bidegla's careful appearance and couldn't figure him out. To others, he would kill without hesitation, but for his own mother, he was so gentle, it was like two extremes.

He began to suspect whether Bidegla's personality had already split.

After tidying up his mother's body, Bidegla infused a strand of true energy into his father's body.

But when infusing him with true energy, Bidegla's expression changed slightly, because he could feel that his father's lungs were gradually growing colder, a clear sign of cancer.

In recent years, the family had barely enough money to support Bidegla's education, so they had never been to the hospital for a check-up.

In this era, cancer was synonymous with death. Once diagnosed, nine out of ten people would die, even if they had money, they couldn't be cured.

But luckily, Bidegla's father's symptoms were only in the early stages, completely within a controllable range.

He deliberately infused a strand of spiritual energy into his lungs, and the black energy attached to his lungs slowly dissipated. Healing was just a matter of time.

Because both of them were still very weak, Bidegla and they exchanged a few words of concern before leaving the ward.

Rest was now the most important thing for them, and Bidegla didn't want to disturb them too much. At this moment, his own phone in his pocket started vibrating.

Taking out his phone, Bidegla answered it.

"Bidegla, you need to escape quickly. It's getting late!" The phone had just been answered, and Niko Haimes's extremely anxious voice came from the other end.

Since all the matters had been settled, Bidegla's parents only needed to rest quietly, so he finally went home.

But before he could get home, he saw a large number of police officers starting to take action, all armed.

And at this moment, his phone also received a text message, saying that a serial killer had appeared in Qing County, and the police were doing their utmost to capture him.

Anyone who provided information about his whereabouts would receive a reward of five hundred thousand, and if he was captured, they would receive a huge reward of three million.

At the end, the detailed information about the murderer Bidegla, a native of Qing County with an unknown background, who claimed the lives of nine individuals at the age of twenty-four, was revealed. Following this, there was a photo of Bidegla's identification card.

All the information was there, which is why Niko Haimes anxiously called Bidegla.

"Alright, I understand," Bidegla said after hanging up the phone, a cold smile appearing on his face. He was relieved that the county party secretary hadn't actively sought trouble with him, and yet now, he had come looking for Bidegla.

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In the past, if Bidegla had encountered such a powerful force, he would have surely ended up in prison. There's a saying: the people do not fight against officials, because they simply cannot win. However, now Bidegla was not afraid of the other party. After all, the county party secretary was just a small figure in his eyes.

The city of Zhuhai was simply too far away, thousands of kilometers, so he abandoned the idea of finding Morton Duda and his acquaintances. Although he was a secretary in an important urban area, the phrase "beyond one's reach" applied to him, and he had no way to help himself.

As for Stuart Buzer, he was just a gang leader and certainly had no ability to assist Bidegla. Therefore, the only person who could help Bidegla in the end was his mentor, Shadow Dread!

In Bidegla's impression, Shadow Dread had always been a highly skilled and dexterous individual. However, the depth of his background was something that Bidegla had only heard about from Stuart Buzer.

Regardless of the details, Shadow Dread's status was far beyond what Bidegla could imagine. So, the only person who could help him now was Shadow Dread.

If he didn't help himself, Bidegla would be left to fend for himself.

Upon reaching the hospital rooftop, Bidegla immediately made a call.

"Mentor," Bidegla respectfully addressed the person on the other end of the line.

"What is it?" Shadow Dread's calm voice came through, as if he were in the middle of meditation.

"Well, I have committed nearly ten murders in my hometown, and the police are now actively pursuing me. They are under the command of the county party secretary," Bidegla explained his predicament without hesitation.

"You should hide for now. I will handle it for you, it will only take a day," Shadow Dread said before hanging up the phone, without asking for any further details.

Sighing deeply after ending the call, Bidegla felt relieved. With his mentor's help, he believed that any trouble could be resolved.

Looking around, Bidegla ultimately decided not to take his parents with him. He was already overwhelmed, and bringing them along would only be a burden. Besides, they hadn't done anything wrong, and the county party secretary wouldn't dare to harm his family.

As the sound of police cars echoed from the hospital below, Bidegla chose not to use the stairwell and instead made his way to the back of the hospital, where he leaped from a height of over ten meters.

He had become a target, and hiding was his only option. Although he was skilled, he wasn't arrogant enough to take on a group of people. After all, he was outnumbered, but he wasn't foolish enough to try.

Perhaps, in the coming days, his parents would be in for a rough time.

With a slight darkening of his expression, Bidegla blended into the crowd and disappeared. The entire Qing County was now in an uproar due to the exposure of Bidegla's actions. Almost everyone was afraid to leave their homes, fearing an encounter with him. In this small county, the news of Bidegla's presence had spread far and wide.

Outside, many police officers are going door to door in search of Bidegla, but at this moment, Bidegla had already sought refuge in a safe place.

He had taken shelter in the home of an old schoolmate from his early years, or rather, in the home of a childhood friend, Pyotr Haler.

Pyotr Haler ran a small market from his home, and lived a carefree life.

He was someone Bidegla trusted, otherwise he wouldn't have sought refuge there.

It had been many years since the two had last met, and Bidegla was deeply moved by Pyotr Haler's acceptance of him.

It was only in moments of danger that true feelings are revealed. Bidegla was capable of killing, and though Pyotr Haler was shocked, he understood why – because of the incident where Bidegla's parents were killed, a story which Pyotr Haler had already heard.

He had not expected Bidegla to be so ruthless, to have taken so many lives, a total of nine, this was a major crime.

"Come, have a drink to calm your nerves before we talk," Pyotr Haler said, lifting his glass.

"Hehe, I'm not nervous at all," Bidegla chuckled, then drank the contents of the glass, saying, "How have you been these years? I heard you got married."

"It's been all right, I got divorced a year ago," Pyotr Haler said with a bitter smile.

"Divorced?" Bidegla was surprised. He remembered when Pyotr Haler got married, the woman was quite beautiful. How could they have gotten divorced?

"Yes, our personalities didn't match, and life became unbearable. What about you? What have you been doing since graduating from university?" Pyotr Haler drank the rest of his glass, avoiding any mention of Bidegla's murders.

"I've been doing some small business on the coast. If it weren't for this incident, I wouldn't have come back. By the way, I hope my being here won't cause you any trouble," Bidegla said.

"Hehe, we grew up together in the same courtyard, why would you even say that? I know you had your reasons for killing. If it were me, I might have done the same," Pyotr Haler said with a bitter smile.

"By the way, I heard you studied economics and management after high school. How did that go?"

"You don't need to bring that up. When I was studying, I just wanted to make a big career for myself, but because of limited funds, I had to settle for what little we had at home," Pyotr Haler said with a bitter smile, looking a bit frustrated.

In today's society, it was normal. No matter how ambitious one was, in the face of absolute reality, it was all just a joke.

"Do you have any interest in waiting for this to blow over and coming with me to the coast?" Bidegla asked.

"Can you solve the current difficulties?" Pyotr Haler was surprised by Bidegla's words.

"Of course, it's just a small county party secretary, I don't even consider him a threat. I believe that by tomorrow, everything will be resolved. I just wanted to ask, do you have any interest in coming to the coast with me? I can provide you with enough funds," Bidegla said, smiling and then comfortably lying on the sofa.

"Do you have a lot of money?" Pyotr Haler was once again surprised.

"I dare not say 'a lot', but I can provide you with at least ten million. If that's not enough, I can add more. I just wanted to ask, what do you want to do? I'm all ears," Bidegla said.

"Ten million?" Pyotr Haler was so shocked by Bidegla's words that he almost spit out the drink in his mouth. In all his years, he had never seen so much money. Although his ambitions were great, he had only ever aimed to make one or two million.

However, when Bidegla offered him a substantial sum of ten million, how could he not be amazed?

"Of course, if you possess the ability to conduct business, I can offer you even more, after all, no one wants to have a falling out with money."