I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Zhao's mother took her phone, went to the balcony, closed the door, and hurriedly recounted the events, emphasizing that Luo Yumei and Luo Fei had harmed her son, and that Zhao Zhiwei had now been arrested.

"Ah Yong, I'm begging you, help me this time! Find a few reliable people to 'take care of' Luo Yumei and her nephew Luo Fei! Make it look like an accident! Money is no problem! I'll give you all my savings from all these years!"

Zhao's mother's voice became somewhat distorted due to hatred.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

The rough voice rang out again, carrying the ruthlessness of years of experience in the underworld: "Luo Fei? Luo Yumei? Okay, sis, give me their information, I'll take care of it for you. Staging a car accident, the simplest thing. Just wait for my news."

"Good! Good! Little brother, be quick! Be clean!" Mother Zhao urged repeatedly, her eyes gleaming with a morbid pleasure.

After hanging up the phone, she stood on the balcony with a ferocious smile on her face.

It was as if I could already see Luo Fei and Luo Yumei lying in a pool of blood.

But she didn't know.

In the interrogation room of the State Security Department of Chongnan City, the interrogation of Zhao Zhiwei has begun.

Faced with irrefutable evidence and the confessions of Ah Biao and others, Zhao Zhiwei's psychological defenses quickly collapsed.

He not only confessed to instructing A Biao to pick up his daughter from the hospital, but also, in the face of other evidence presented by the interrogators, in order to gain leniency, he spilled the beans, admitting that he had embezzled company assets by abusing his position, engaged in commercial bribery, evaded taxes, and even used his father's connections to settle some cases of fighting and causing injuries to others in his early years.

Each and every incident is shocking.

The interrogator, with a stern expression, quickly took notes.

These things are enough for Zhao Zhiwei to spend the rest of his life in jail, and enough to drag his father, Zhao Dechang, down with him.

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The next morning, Luo Fei woke up in his hotel room.

He did not get up immediately, but instead, as usual, his mind was slightly subdued.

A pale blue light curtain appeared.

[A divine choice has been triggered today.]

Two options slowly appear:

Option A: Obtain one ton of standard gold bars (each gold bar weighs 10 kg and has a purity of 99.99%).

Option B: Obtain one ton of rough diamonds (natural, colorless, varying in quality and size)

A ton of gold? A ton of diamonds?

Luo Fei's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the two options.

I remember seeing a short video that said diamonds can now be synthesized artificially, and that some people who spent tens of thousands of yuan on diamond rings only got a few hundred yuan when they were recycled.

Without much hesitation, he chose A.

[Confirm selection. Rewards being distributed...]

The next instant, a pile of neatly stacked gold bricks, shimmering with golden luster, appeared in the storage ring.

A whole ton.

He got up, washed up, then went to a breakfast shop to eat breakfast, and packed two breakfasts to take to the hospital.

In the hospital ward, Auntie had already gotten up and was wiping Zhao Lin's face with a towel.

After a night's sleep and with the continued effects of the medication, Zhao Lin's complexion had noticeably improved.

Seeing Luo Fei enter, she sweetly called out, "Brother."

The voice was still thin, but it had more strength.

"How are you feeling today, Linlin?" Luo Fei walked over and asked with a smile.

"I feel much better, and I have more energy now." Zhao Lin nodded, a long-lost relaxed smile on her face.

Luo Yumei watched from the side, her eyes welling up with tears again, but this time it was tears of joy.

Luo Fei handed breakfast to his aunt and said that he had already eaten, then went to find Academician Sun to find out what was going on.

Academician Sun and his medical team had come to check on the patients early in the morning, and the continuous improvement in various test data greatly encouraged them.

However, Academician Sun still emphasized the need for a complete observation period and once again solemnly instructed that confidentiality be maintained.

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At this moment, in the interrogation room of the State Security Department of Chongnan City.

Following last night's intensive interrogation, Zhao Zhiwei, A Biao, and others have been cleared of suspicion of "endangering national security" and "crashing into a state secret protection zone."

However, other issues confessed during the interrogation—such as embezzlement, commercial bribery, tax evasion, and intentional injury—were supported by conclusive evidence, involving huge sums of money and having a serious impact.

These fall under the category of economic crimes and criminal offenses that public security organs are cracking down on severely.

Therefore, Zhao Zhiwei, along with A Biao and his gang, as well as the case files, confessions, and evidence chain, were officially transferred to the Economic Investigation Detachment and Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Chongnan City Public Security Bureau for joint handling.

Early in the morning, there was another knock on Zhao Dechang's door.

This time, the visitors were police officers in neat uniforms and disciplinary committee staff in plainclothes.

"Comrade Zhao Dechang, we are from the joint investigation team of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Public Security Bureau. Existing evidence suggests that during your tenure, you are suspected of abusing your position to provide protection and assistance to your son, Zhao Zhiwei, in multiple illegal and criminal activities, thereby interfering with judicial fairness. Please come back with us to cooperate with the investigation."

The cold words were like a final verdict.

Zhao Dechang stood at the door, his face ashen, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He glanced at his wife, Hou Guifen, who was staring blankly behind him, sighed deeply, and reached out to let the cold handcuffs be put on his wrists.

He was taken away.

Hou Guifen watched as her husband was also taken away, and her last bit of hope collapsed.

She sat in the chair, stunned for a long time, before suddenly bursting into a heart-wrenching wail and curses.

"Luo Yumei! You jinx! You jinx! You'll die a horrible death! You, your sickly daughter, and your country bumpkin nephew! You'll all die a horrible death!!"

"You ruined my son! Now you've ruined my husband! I'm not done with you! Not done with you!!!"

Her voice was filled with venom, echoing in the empty living room.

Exhausted from crying and cursing, she dialed her younger brother Hou Yong's number again with trembling hands.

"Ah Yong! Your brother-in-law... your brother-in-law has been taken away too! It's all Luo Yumei's and her nephew's fault! Where are the people you arranged?! I want them dead! I want them dead right now!!" Her voice was hoarse, filled with crazed hatred.

On the other end of the phone, Hou Yong's voice was impatient: "Sis, what's the rush? Can you be so hasty with something like this? There are too many people and too many eyes in the hospital, it's not a good place to make a move. I've already sent people to keep an eye on them, and once we find out their whereabouts, don't worry, none of them will get away."

Hou Guifen had no choice but to temporarily suppress her anger and try to contact Zhao's father's former subordinates and colleagues.

The next few days.

Luo Fei spent almost every day at the hospital with his aunt, watching his cousin recover her health at an astonishing rate.

Zhao Lin's complexion was rosy, and her appetite was getting better and better. Except for her hair not growing out yet, she looked no different from a healthy child.

Academician Sun and his medical team conduct detailed examinations every day.

Luo Fei also kept in touch with Attorney Chen by phone.

All evidence has been submitted and property preservation measures have been implemented. Zhao Zhiwei and his son are in dire straits, and the outcome of this lawsuit is no longer in doubt; all that remains is for the court hearing to proceed.

During this time, my parents called from our hometown to inquire about the situation.

Luo Fei briefly explained that his cousin's condition had improved and his aunt's lawsuit had gone smoothly, which put his parents at ease.

His parents also told him that the foundation of their house had been laid, and Su Wanqing often went to the construction site to check on it, showing that she was very responsible.

Su Wanqing did indeed send photos and brief descriptions of the construction progress from time to time via WeChat.

The system's daily selection has been triggered as usual these past few days.

On the second day, Luo Fei chose the "Top-Level Calligraphy Skills" competition, and profound insights into the essence of brush, ink, paper, inkstone, structure, and spirit of calligraphy welled up in his mind.

On the third day, the option of [10 yuan in cash] was selected and the money was directly transferred to the bank card.

On the fourth day, he chose the option of "a pair of men's underwear that is constant temperature and self-cleaning and will never be damaged." Luo Fei looked at the description, remained silent for two seconds, made the selection, and then went to the bathroom to get the underwear and put it on.

On the fifth day, I chose the "Immaculate Body (Immune to all toxins and diseases)". A cool sensation flowed through my body, but I didn't feel anything special. However, I will no longer be afraid of any poisons or viruses, nor will I be afraid of dying from appendicitis because the doctor can't operate on me.

On the sixth day, 5 yuan in cash was directly transferred into the card.

On the seventh day, I chose ten cases of 20-year-old Moutai (6 bottles per case, with a certificate of authenticity). The ten cases of well-packaged Moutai were neatly stacked in my storage ring.

However, Luo Fei was unaware of this.

In the past few days, inside and outside the hospital, there have always been several pairs of malicious eyes secretly watching.

They took photos of Luo Fei and Luo Yumei entering and leaving the hospital, recorded their routines, and sent them to Hou Yong.

However, due to the large number of people and vehicles near the hospital and the tight security around the wards, they had not been able to find an opportunity to make a move.

Tomorrow is the day the divorce case will be heard in court.

Hou Guifen sat restlessly in her empty and desolate villa, looking over and over again at the photos of Luo Fei and Luo Yumei sent by her younger brother Hou Yong, her eyes almost overflowing with resentment.

Tomorrow, they will be going to court.

Once the trial begins and the verdict is handed down, it will be even more difficult for the son and husband to get out!

"No! We absolutely cannot let them walk into the courtroom alive!" Hou Guifen gritted her teeth and dialed Hou Yong's number again.

"Ah Yong, tomorrow! They're going to court tomorrow!" Hou Guifen screamed. "We can't let them go to court! On the way! On their way to court! Run them over!"

Hou Yong paused for a moment, seemingly weighing his options.

"Okay. They'll go to court tomorrow. I'll find an opportunity on the way. I'll arrange two dump trucks to make sure everything is spotless, so it looks like a traffic accident." Hou Yong's voice carried the ruthlessness of a gangster.

"Okay! Okay! Ah Yong, you must do it well! I'm counting on you!" Hou Guifen seemed to have grasped at the last straw, her eyes flashing with resentment and madness.

Hou Guifen hung up the phone, looked at the night outside, and a ferocious smile appeared on her face.

"Luo Yumei, Luo Fei, tomorrow is your death day!"