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Chen Ming felt a chill run through his body, and his stomach churned.

His first instinct was to push the door open and shout inside: I didn't hit anything! I really didn't hit anything! You all know the truth!

My wrist was gently pressed down.

Chen Ming turned his head, his eyes red as he looked at the young man beside him.

"This is enough to take them here." Zhang Qiliang released his grip. "I'll go talk to them."

Chen Ming opened his mouth, but his throat felt dry.

He looked at the young man's calm face, then suddenly remembered something. He nervously gripped the fruit bag, lowered his voice, and spoke with a mix of embarrassment and the caution of someone who had just experienced betrayal:

"Um...how does your company...charge?"

He was too embarrassed to ask.

The young man listened to his story, asked many detailed questions, and then said that he was a lawyer and had a way to negotiate with the other party and help him clarify the matter.

The young man didn't mention money along the way, which made Chen Ming even more uneasy.

He had heard that lawyers charge by the hour for consultations, and lawsuits are even more expensive.

“Legal aid,” the young man smiled, “is free of charge, of course.”

Before Chen Ming could say anything more, the young man had already raised his hand and pushed open the half-closed ward door.

"Squeak-"

The sound of the door hinges turning wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the suddenly quiet ward.

The four people who were whispering around the bed turned their heads at the same time, their eyes all turning towards the door.

Li Jianguo was the first to stand up, his brows furrowed, his face showing displeasure at being disturbed and an instinctive wariness: "Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Qiliang walked in. He didn't answer Li Jianguo's question. His gaze swept across the ward—the old man with his eyes closed on the bed; the children and relatives with different expressions by the bedside; and the middle-aged man with lively eyes at the foot of the bed.

Zhang Qiliang walked straight to the bedside, leaned down slightly, looked at Li Fuquan whose eyelids were trembling and who was pretending to be asleep, and got straight to the point:

"Excuse me, sir, when you fell, was it Mr. Chen Ming who hit you with his car?"

As soon as the words were spoken, not only Li Jianguo and the others were stunned, but even Chen Ming, who had come in with them, was shocked and widened his eyes—is a lawyer really this direct?

Without any pleasantries, without revealing their identity, without beating around the bush, they go straight to the point and ask the most crucial and sensitive questions.

Li Fuquan was also a little confused by this overly direct question.

He opened his eyelids a crack, his cloudy eyes darting around as he looked at the young man standing by the bed.

The other person's eyes were calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, nor did they seem to be pressing for answers; it was as if they were simply confirming a simple fact.

The old man was a little flustered, unsure of what the young man was up to.

But over the past two weeks, with his children's repeated emphasis and hints, the answer "he's the one who hit me" has almost become a conditioned reflex.

He moved his lips a few times, avoiding the young man's gaze, and uttered the prepared statement in a muffled but certain voice: "Hmm... I remember, it was him."

After saying that, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, closed his eyes again, and turned his head to the other side.

"Hmm." Zhang Qi nodded, straightened up, turned his head, and looked at Li Jianguo, whose face was pale.

"And what about you? Do you really know what happened to your father back then?"

Li Jianguo was enraged by the sudden questioning, and the other party's calm, almost scrutinizing attitude made him feel even more offended.

He stepped forward, blocking the bedside, his voice filled with anger: "Who are you? What are you doing here! Who let you in? Get out!"

Zhang Qiliang seemed oblivious to his anger and simply nodded again.

Then, his gaze shifted and landed on Li Guifang's face:

"And you? Do you even know the answer in your heart?"

Li Guifang's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean? Who are you? What, did that guy surnamed Chen send you to cause trouble? Let me tell you, we..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Qiliang had already shifted his gaze to Wang Bin, who had been mostly silent by the window.

"What about you?"

Wang Bin adjusted his glasses: "Sir, may I ask your capacity for intervention in this matter? If you were invited by the other party, I think we should communicate through formal channels. If you are any other unrelated person, please do not disturb the patient's rest."

After listening, Zhang Qiliang simply nodded, his gaze falling on Zhao Dahai at the foot of the bed.

Zhao Dahai had been sizing up this uninvited guest from the beginning, and now that the other person was looking at him, a smile appeared on his face:

"Young man, which gang are you from? Why are you talking so rudely? What does this have to do with you? It's a matter between the family and the person involved. What are you, an outsider, meddling in?"

“Soon we won’t be outsiders anymore,” Zhang Qiliang shook his head. “The two sides can’t reach a conclusion because there was no surveillance footage at the scene.”

“Exactly!” Li Guifang immediately chimed in, “If there were surveillance cameras, would we need to argue like this? It’s precisely because he knows there aren’t any cameras that he dares to deny it!”

Li Jianguo nodded with a stern face: "The fact is, our old man is lying here. He was there at the time, so he can't escape responsibility for this!"

Wang Bin adjusted his glasses, his tone becoming more rational: "Objectively speaking, the lack of evidence is indeed the main reason for the current stalemate. If there were direct evidence, the responsibility would be obvious, and we wouldn't need to..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ming clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.

“It’s much more convenient here,” Zhang Qiliang pointed to the camera in the corner: “Remember to show the fast team that I broke all of the old man’s limbs.”

51. Doesn't speak human language

What?

Such outrageous words make one doubt their own ears.

Both parties have been questioned, and the truth of the matter is already obvious to the superhumans.

Zhang Qiliang was very busy today and didn't have time to vent his anger. Before everyone could even show their anger, Zhang Qiliang had already made his move.

Raise your right hand, put your index and middle fingers together, and gently tap Li Fuquan's left calf, which is hanging from the traction frame, from a distance.

The movements were as light as brushing away dust.

"Click".

A clear sound of bones breaking came from inside the plaster-wrapped calf.

Li Fuquan didn't even have time to feel the pain—nerve transmission takes time.

He vaguely felt that the part of his left calf that was fixed by the traction strap seemed to... strangely "loosen" a little, and at the same time, a wave of empty dislocation surged up.

The next second, excruciating pain exploded.

"Ugh—!!!"

The old man let out a terrible scream, his body convulsing violently as if electrocuted, causing the hospital bed to rattle. His withered hand suddenly grabbed at his calf, but was blocked by the hard plaster cast. He could only scratch the surface of the plaster in vain, his fingernails scraping out a harsh sound.

"dad!!"

"What are you doing?!"

Li Jianguo and Li Guifang screamed at the same time and lunged at the hospital bed.

Wang Bin's face turned ashen, and his phone fell to the ground with a "thud".

The color drained from Zhao Dahai's face instantly, his lips trembled, and he instinctively stepped back, his back hitting the cold metal frame.

Zhang Qiliang didn't look at them. He raised his left hand and, again from a distance, made another "dot" on the plaster cast on the old man's right calf.

"Click".

The same sound.

Li Fuquan's screams suddenly rose in pitch, then became distorted and gasped due to extreme pain. He bounced on the hospital bed like a fish out of water, the traction device creaked and groaned, the monitor alarm screamed wildly, and the green heart rate line on the screen jumped up and down violently.

"Stop!!" Li Jianguo's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed the stool he had just been sitting on and swung it at Zhang Qiliang.

Zhang Qiliang gently flicked his right hand.

The next moment, Li Jianguo's arm, which was swinging the stool down, felt like it had hit a moving wall at high speed.

An irresistible force struck, instantly numbing Li Jianguo's entire arm. The stool flew out of his hand and crashed into the opposite wall with a loud bang, shattering into several pieces.

Li Jianguo himself staggered backward uncontrollably, crashing into the bedside table, scattering apples and water glasses all over the floor.

Li Guifang screamed in fright and tried to press the call button, but her hands were shaking so badly she couldn't reach it.

Wang Bin was completely frozen, his glasses askew, staring intently at Zhang Qiliang as if he were seeing a monster beyond his comprehension.

Zhao Dahai had retreated to the corner, his legs were weak, and he slid down the wall little by little.

Zhang Qiliang still ignored them.

He took a half step forward, stretched out his right hand, and grasped the old man's left wrist, which was hanging from the bedside and receiving an IV drip.

That hand was withered and thin, with prominent veins and loose skin.

Zhang Qiliang closed his fingers and applied force evenly.

"Click... snap..."

This time the sound was muffled and harsher, the sound of wrist bones being crushed.

"Heh...heh..." Li Fuquan could no longer make a sound; his eyes bulged out and were bloodshot.

The extreme pain caused his body to stiffen strangely, with only the hand being held trembling uncontrollably.

Zhang Qiliang let go of her hand.

Li Fuquan's left hand fell limply down, his wrist bent at an absolutely unnatural angle.

Then, Zhang Qiliang grasped the old man's right wrist.

The same movement, the same force.

"Click".

Having done all this, Zhang Qiliang took a step back and stood up straight again.

From the moment Zhang Qiliang uttered those words until this moment, the entire process took no more than five seconds.

The ward was a mess.

Li Fuquan lay paralyzed on the hospital bed, his limbs twisted at bizarre angles, his body twitching intermittently, and intermittent groans escaping his throat.

Sweat, tears, and saliva mingled together, covering his ashen, pained face.

The monitor was alarming rapidly, and the heart rate reading had spiked to a dangerous level.

Chen Ming stood by the door, as if he had been cast in place.

He was still carrying the bag of fruit in his hand, the plastic handle digging deep into his fingertips, causing a numb, stinging pain, but this pain was insignificant compared to the scene unfolding before him.

He had come here with a sliver of hope, a glimmer of expectation ignited by the words "I support you," a hope he himself dared not fully believe.

He expected it to be a difficult negotiation, debate, or even an argument.

Aren't lawyers supposed to use legal provisions, reasoning, and evidence to negotiate and resolve disputes?

But the scene before my eyes...

lawyer?

Which lawyer can... break someone's leg bone remotely?

What lawyer would...crush an old man's wrist?

“Alright,” Chen Ming saw the young man clap his hands after finishing, “The old senile man doesn’t like help, so let’s just put it back as it was… As for you…”

As he spoke, the young man turned around and finally looked directly at Li Jianguo, Li Guifang, Wang Bin, and Zhao Dahai, who was huddled in the corner.

"You don't like speaking human language, right... Oh right, there's someone who doesn't even like acting like a human."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man raised his right hand, and with his index finger pointing lightly at the four still-shaken people, he made four virtual taps in sequence.

Li Jianguo felt as if a drop of ice water had gently hit his forehead, sending a shiver down his spine.

He had no time to think about that now. Seeing that the evil spirit seemed to have temporarily stopped, his first reaction was to rush to his father's bedside to check his injuries. He instinctively wanted to call out, "Dad, how are you?", but—

"I'm shameless; not a single word I utter is the truth."

Clear, fluent, and even with a hint of eagerness to express himself that he himself was unaware of, the words just uncontrollably came out of his mouth.

Li Jianguo froze abruptly, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He wanted to shut up, to explain, to curse, but his mouth seemed to have its own will—

"I'm shameless; not a single word I utter is the truth."