Although Pengcheng's medical resources weren't as abundant as Goat City's, as a first-tier city, its top-tier medical facilities were nothing to scoff at.
At that moment, inside the municipal third-grade hospital, all departments except the emergency room had long ceased operations.
On the rooftop of the hospital, the night breeze carried a slight chill.
Lin Mo's figure blended into the darkness, yet his spiritual sense spread like an invisible net, enveloping the entire hospital.
"Quite strict, aren't they?" He smirked inwardly, his gaze piercing through layers of obstacles to lock onto a special ward in the inpatient building.
Two police officers stood rigidly at the ward's entrance, their expressions solemn.
A black sedan pulled to a stop downstairs, and a man and a woman stepped out.
The man in a suit was composed and efficient, while the punk-styled woman exuded an unrestrained boldness. Though their styles clashed, they walked straight toward the heavily guarded ward without hesitation.
They didn’t pause at the front desk, as if they knew every detail of the place.
The officers at the door raised a hand to stop them, but after the suited man flashed his credentials, they immediately snapped to attention, saluted, and stepped aside.
Inside the ward, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the metallic tang of blood was sharp and unpleasant.
All five of them were there.
Why was one missing?
Because one had his artery pierced by Lin Mo and was still lying in the ICU.
"Hmm, so this 'Yanhuang Awakening' group isn’t entirely hidden from the world—they still handle a lot of cases."
Lin Mo lounged casually on the rooftop, observing their every move.
The five criminals lay on their respective beds, each with one leg shackled to the frame to prevent escape.
Two more officers stood guard inside the room, ensuring nothing went wrong.
And yet, inside the ward, two additional officers kept watch.
Making sure these men couldn’t cause any trouble.
In reality, they were in no condition to cause trouble at all.
"The bullets all precisely hit nerve bundles. Even if extracted, the nerves can’t be repaired—they’ll just necrotize.
His understanding of human anatomy might be even sharper than a surgeon's."
The punk woman glanced around before extending a hand adorned with black nail polish, pressing it lightly against a criminal’s forehead.
A minute later, she slowly withdrew it.
"Interesting. Exactly as Qin Yu described—those bullets moved like they had eyes. Fascinating."
The suited man pulled out a notebook and continued jotting things down.
"Since we’re here, might as well wrap up the case. Let’s find out how these guys smuggled in heavy weaponry and who they’re working for."
"You think I’ve been watching this long for nothing?" The punk woman rolled her eyes.
Just then, from the bed behind them, Ruan Wenxiong’s eyes snapped open.
Bloodshot and filled with feral madness and desperation, they locked onto his targets.
The shackle on his ankle had somehow come undone. With a sudden burst of strength, his arm struck the bed frame with a soft clang.
He lunged like a leopard pouncing on the punk woman’s exposed back.
Though his arm was useless, his battle-hardened body still held one last chance.
There should’ve been two officers in the room, but the suited man had just sent them out.
So this was indeed Ruan Wenxiong’s best opportunity.
Drugged remnants still lingered in his system, but in his eyes, this was the perfect moment to strike.
He would take this woman hostage and fight for survival.
The instant he leaped—
The suited man didn’t even turn his head. His left hand holding the notebook didn’t waver, nor did the pen in his right.
He simply lifted his foot and kicked backward, his heel slamming squarely into Ruan Wenxiong’s chest.
THUD!
A dull impact echoed as Ruan Wenxiong’s body flew backward like he’d been hit by a speeding car. He crashed into the wall with a grunt before sliding down like a sack of wet cement.
The punk woman spread her hands, smirking down at him.
"Good thing Brother Xun was here, or a delicate talent like me would’ve been in deep trouble."
Zhai Xun shot her a glance before coldly observing Ruan Wenxiong’s twitching form on the floor.
"Focus."
He strode over and, under Ruan Wenxiong’s terrified gaze, raised his foot—then brought it down.
CRACK!
The crisp sound of snapping bone cut through the silent ward.
Ruan Wenxiong let out a strangled scream, clutching his broken leg as cold sweat drenched his hospital gown.
The punk woman crouched beside him, grinning as she ignored his struggles and forced her hand onto his head.
Her smile vanished, replaced by an icy, detached superiority.
"Mind Dive," she murmured, like a demon’s whisper.
"Don’t resist. It’ll hurt.
Oh, right—you’re already in pain."
—System: Demonic Whisper, Pour It On—
After observing the Yanhuang Awakening operatives, Lin Mo had gleaned a few things.
This world had its quirks, but nothing too impressive.
Monsters that ordinary people couldn’t defeat, ghosts that ordinary people couldn’t defeat, and humans who were just slightly stronger than average.
At least, Lin Mo hadn’t encountered any real powerhouses yet.
Or maybe the true experts didn’t make appearances so easily?
So Lin Mo simply went back to sleep.
The next morning, with the competition postponed, the Guangba group boarded the bus back to Goat City.
Lin Mo left spiritual markers on both the punk woman and Zhai Xun.
If that was the case, there were probably Yanhuang Awakening members in Goat City too.
As the bus rolled on, Lin Mo gazed at the scenery flashing past the window.
Beside him, Tong Dong was still studying the draft notes Lin Mo had left behind.
"You’ve been staring at that all night. Still at it?" Lin Mo couldn’t help but ask.
"Your problem-solving approach was unexpected, especially for the last question."
Ah, the habits of a top student.
Lin Mo didn’t press further.
The bus soon arrived at the school, and the competition participants dispersed.
As for yesterday’s incident, official news had been suppressed into silence, as if nothing had happened.
But the witnesses hadn’t been gagged, so by that evening, someone from Guangba had already posted about it on the school forum.
Fang Jun, a self-proclaimed 5G-speed internet surfer, spotted the thread almost instantly. He immediately called Lin Mo, confirmed his safety in a few words, then stirred up chaos in the class group chat.
His first move? Tagging Xue Zigui for details.
Xue Zigui delivered a meticulous account of the events.
Admittedly, his writing was far more polished than certain tea-obsessed individuals.
By the time his essay concluded, the class chat was buzzing with excitement.
Meanwhile, the other key figure in the incident stood outside his rented apartment, an involuntary smirk tugging at his lips.
Inside, a familiar, steady presence was sound asleep.
Instead of heading upstairs, Lin Mo turned and strolled toward the nearby market.
Amid the bustling stalls, he deftly picked out two pounds of lively shrimp.
Back at the apartment, he turned the key with a soft click.
The living room was empty, but the bedroom door was slightly ajar.
Peering inside, he found Xie Yuling sprawled across his bed, hugging his pillow, her cheeks flushed in deep slumber—utterly defenseless.
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
