Swoosh!
Zhou Luo took out a stack of certificates from the car and handed them over.
[Clinical Practitioner's Certificate]
[Health Management Certificate]
[National Comprehensive Medical English Certificate]
[International Ultrasound Technician ARDMS Certificate]
[International Medical Examination Certificate ASCPI Certificate]
And so on and so forth
A stack of certificates as tall as Zhou Luo's height was neatly stacked by his side.
"Old Sir, now you must believe me. I'm different from some people."
Zhou Luo patted the slightly taller stack of certificates and said to Zhuang Bing.
"You... you... I'll have someone check these first."
Zhuang Bing's tone was full of doubt.
A young lad whose hairline was still on his forehead, being able to produce so many certificates that even senior doctors couldn't obtain, was indeed questionable.
"Please..."
Zhou Luo was not worried at all, as these certificates were not bought from a utility pole.
They were earned through his actual efforts over the past few days.
Of course, he had taken some backdoors, as it was impossible to obtain all the certificates in just a few months.
But the backdoors were legitimate – additional tests, increased difficulty.
Zhou Luo spoke with his ability.
"Zhuang old man, they're all real."
Checking the certificates didn't require Zhuang Bing to do it himself.
A few men in black searched the certificate numbers on a specific website.
One certificate was valid, another was invalid.
It was obvious which one Zhuang Bing would choose.
"Zhuang old man, please lie down."
Zhou Luo waved his hand, and a group of dark-skinned men rushed out.
Some set up canopies, others prepared simple beds.
Soon, a temporary makeshift ward was set up by the roadside.
"Well, this is what you call professional."
Zhuang Bing said to his subordinates with satisfaction.
Look at Zhou Luo, and compare with Ling Feng.
Ling Feng was ready to prick with silver needles.
Of course, Zhou Luo might also use silver needles, but the feeling was different.
"Old Sir, please."
Zhou Luo politely made a gesture inviting him in.
"Wait a minute. Young man, I haven't asked about the price yet. What if I don't pay you after you've treated me?"
Zhuang Bing didn't rush in but said to Zhou Luo with a smile.
"I don't think you're that kind of person, Old Sir. Besides, if you ask, I can treat you for free. Unlike some people who constantly demand millions."
Zhou Luo's words were clearly implying something.
"Are you talking about me?"
Ling Feng, who was about to leave, heard these words from behind.
How could he hold it in?
Boom, bang, crash!
He launched a barrage of attacks on Zhou Luo.
"Fighting, fighting!"
Before Zhou Luo's subordinates could react,
Zhuang Bing had already shouted loudly, his voice booming and echoing.
Coincidentally, they were right in front of the police station.
Within a minute, the police arrived.
It was probably the fastest response time ever.
"Don't move, don't move, stop."
"Move again, and we'll open fire."
"Release that comrade."
A jumble of voices reverberated at the scene.
But Ling Feng turned a deaf ear and kept swinging his fists at Zhou Luo.
Not to mention each strike was potentially lethal.
Just those fists alone, eight or nine out of ten were aimed at Zhou Luo's face.
The police officers, seeing Zhou Luo's face about to become unrecognizable, couldn't hold back any longer.
Swish, swish, swish, swish
The synchronized motion of drawing guns, reminiscent of the mahjong parlor incident.
Only after seeing the police had released the safeties did Ling Feng reluctantly give one last kick in anger.
"Hands up, cover your head, kneel down."
One policeman slowly approached Ling Feng, shouting instructions.
Ling Feng didn't resist, obediently squatting down with his hands over his head.
Once bitten, twice shy.
Ling Feng was gradually getting used to this feeling.
Click, click
The sound of handcuffs restrained Ling Feng.
The police officers finally breathed a sigh of relief and lowered their raised guns.
Arrest, detain, take back to the station.
"This young man, are you okay?"
The remaining police officer kindly helped Zhou Luo up.
"Cough, cough, urgh, I'm not okay, officer. I have a big issue. I want to press charges against him for attempted murder."
Zhou Luo wasn't about to swallow this insult.
He knew without looking in a mirror that
his face must be swollen like a pig's head.
"Comrade, rest assured, we won't turn a blind eye to such misconduct."
"But, you also know, this kind of thing still requires a medical assessment..."
The police officer spoke the truth.
But for Zhou Luo, it wasn't good news.
He was a man who had taken the Shi Quan Da Bu Wan.
That beating just now, though it looked dreadful, was only superficial injury.
If an examination was done, he would likely be fine in a few days when the results came out.
"Then I want to accuse him of assault and intentional injury. That's not a problem, right?"
Zhou Luo had figured it out.
His injuries wouldn't put Ling Feng away for years, so he might as well get some tangible benefits.
"That's not a big issue. There are surveillance cameras at the police station entrance that recorded everything."
"Rest assured, we'll handle it with the highest standards."
The surveillance cameras at the police station entrance would not fail.
Moreover, Zhou Luo was citing the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, which was much lighter than the Criminal Law.
They could handle it themselves.
Ling Feng's case was resolved quickly.
First, the evidence was conclusive.
Eyewitness and material evidence were complete.
Adding that it happened right at the police station entrance,
the nature of the incident was extremely malicious.
He was directly sentenced to the maximum of fifteen days' detention.
Of course, it wasn't a random ruling.
After all, there was evidence of Ling Feng repeatedly assaulting Zhou Luo.
[Ding, Congratulations host, for changing the plot of Ling Feng the Breath of Destiny, you have earned 50 Destiny points]
What?
Only fifty points?
Zhou Luo could hardly believe his own system.
Wasn't it a hundred points before?
Also, with his battered face, was it really worth so little?
However, Zhou Luo's questions were destined to go unanswered.
The system gave the prompt and then went into seclusion.
"That... um..."
Zhuang Bing reminded him awkwardly.
Zhou Luo then remembered there was another Destiny point from Ling Feng to claim.
He immediately turned to Zhuang Bing with a wide smile.
Only his face was now swollen like a pig's head, making him look rather bizarre.
Completely devoid of the refreshing spring breeze feeling.
"Old Sir, I almost forgot to thank you."
Zhou Luo was truly grateful to Zhuang Bing.
If he hadn't shouted loudly just now, who knows what state Ling Feng would have beaten him into.
"No worries, no worries, it's just a simple matter. But I see the young man is not in good color today, why don't you reschedule? I'll visit another day."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
