An Enemy Comes Knocking

"To injure the enemy is to injure yourself first. How did it become like the Seven Injuries Fist? Never mind, summarize the forensic results, write a report, and hand it over to Mohist Knight Guard. Also, since this matter involves Startling Rainbow Beyond the Heavens, we might as well apply for her assistance. If we can get this powerful figure to take action, this case will be a sure thing."

Si Ming's investigation was completed quickly. He had a solid alibi. When Dai Zhuiguang was attacked, he was watching the game in the venue. There were many eyewitnesses. Moreover, his cultivation level was not high enough to kill Dai Zhuiguang instantly. The police questioning was just a routine matter to see if they could get any clues about the case. They did not treat him as a suspect.

"Could you please disclose some information about the cause of Dai Zhuiguang's death?"

Despite being an opponent and being involved in the feud between Han Lin and Yao Bilian, Dai Zhuiguang didn't leave a bad impression on Si Ming. It was impossible to completely ignore someone he had met several times who had died.

The younger policeman hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "It's said he died from the Meridian-Shattering Goosefoot Heart Palm, but I don't know anything else."

"Alright, it's time to go. There are still three people to question. Let's finish this task quickly so we can go back to sleep. Dragging people out to work in the middle of the night without any overtime pay, this job is inhuman."

The older policeman impatiently urged them on, then pulled his companion and quickly left the hospital.

"Meridian-Shattering Goosefoot Heart Palm?" Si Ming recited it once, but unfortunately, he had no recollection of it.

Upon hearing this, Murong Qing was slightly surprised and explained, "This is the ultimate technique of the Eight Asura Sin Lord, a vicious move recorded in the 'True Scripture of Sinful Punishment,' but the Eight Asura Sin Lord was killed by Senior Yan Jinghong many years ago."

"You know all of this? Your knowledge is amazing! Is there anything you don't know? From now on, I might as well call you Murong A-Meng," Si Ming teased.

"What a strange title!" Murong Qing wasn't one for jokes, but she pondered the title carefully before rejecting it. "I'm not omniscient; I just happen to know this much."

"It's exhausting to be so serious about everything. You've been busy with me all day, so you should go home and rest. Even though you called your father before, he must be worried since you haven't been back for so long."

"My father is probably more worried about me ruining the family's reputation than about my personal safety. In his eyes, rules are the most important thing."

Murong Qing couldn't help but complain, but she was indeed tired. After waiting for another ten minutes, she said goodbye and left.

Si Ming escorted Murong Qing to the hospital entrance, and then saw Lu Mao selling late-night snacks. He slapped his forehead and went up to him, saying, "Sorry, I was so busy today, I completely forgot about you."

Lu Mao didn't complain, but smiled and said, "It's alright. Lives are at stake. Your situation is the most important. Besides, the late-night snack business at the hospital is booming. I've already earned enough for my living expenses this month."

Originally, food stalls were prohibited in the hospital, but Lu Mao's culinary skills were so outstanding that he first won over the bodyguards who came to drive him away, then won over the department head, and finally, after a patient with anorexia finished eating the clear soup noodles he made, he finally obtained the hospital's "special permission".

The hospital food was as incomparable to his culinary skills as stargazing compared to West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce. Moreover, Lu Mao deliberately made the food light and vegetarian to suit the patients' tastes, which made it even more popular.

From doctors to patients and their caregivers, everyone lined up to order food after learning that a young chef had come to the hospital. Later, even the higher-ups were alarmed and came to ask Lu Mao if he would be willing to be hired by the hospital.

Lu Mao naturally refused; if it were for making money, he wouldn't be in such dire straits.

Si Ming, "I'm going home now to find someone to cover my shift. You can come with me."

In theory, Yao Bilian is Ying Zhou's guardian, but no matter how many times he called, no one answered. He didn't know if she was asleep or not at the orphanage at all. At this moment Si Ming missed the era when everyone had a mobile phone.

"Alright, we'll call it a day after we sell the remaining five bowls of noodles."

Lu Mao's boundless energy was enviable; despite being busy from morning till night, he showed no signs of fatigue.

Si Ming used to help out. Although his cooking skills were only average, he was more than capable of making noodles and packing them up. Perhaps he could quickly learn Lu Mao's skills by using his talent, but he was too exhausted to do anything more.

"Huh, it's an orphanage? Isn't this public property? Can I really move in?"

"Don't worry, our orphanage has very few residents, only four at most. We have plenty of empty rooms, and it would be a waste for them to remain vacant. Your presence would at least bring some life to the place."

As Si Ming explained, he unlocked the door with his key. Inside, he found the living room lights were on and the sound of a television playing could be heard.

"Watching TV so late, it can only be that woman," Si Ming thought for a moment, then decided to give Lu Mao a heads-up, "The person in charge of this orphanage has a slightly eccentric personality. Whatever you see or hear later, don't take it seriously. She likes to... joke, yes, just joke."

Lu Mao nodded as if he understood, and followed Si Ming inside.

In the living room, Yao Bilian was lying on the sofa watching TV. Recognizing the footsteps as Si Ming's, she didn't look up but asked, "Why are you so late? Where have you been gallivanting off to? Ying Zhou is only twelve; he hasn't even finished elementary school. Don't corrupt him."

"Ying Zhou is in trouble and is currently hospitalized. I called him several times, why didn't you answer?"

"Something's happened!" Yao Bilian immediately stood up from the sofa and asked Si Ming, "It's gotten to the point of hospitalization. Are the injuries serious? Is his life in danger?"

Si Ming could tell that the other party was genuinely worried, which warmed his heart. He then explained Ying Zhou's situation to him.

"His life is saved, and all his limbs are intact, that's good, that's good... I'll go to the hospital to take care of him later, you rest at home first," Yao Bilian breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Lu Mao, "Who is this young man?"

Si Ming introduced him, "He's my friend, Lu Mao, and he'll be staying with us for a while."

Lu Mao stepped forward, bowed, and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"It's fine, there are plenty of empty rooms anyway, you can stay as long as you like."

Just as Si Ming had guessed, Yao Bilian was never a petty person; she was carefree and easygoing in every way.

"I was reading in the bath last night and lost track of time. I accidentally passed out in the bath, and I guess that's when you made the call, which is why I didn't hear the ringtone."

Si Ming asked curiously, "Are you such a studious person? Why do you choose to read at a time like this?"

Yao Bilian said earnestly, "Of course, it's because if I read while taking a bath, I don't need to change my underwear."

"That makes sense... Yeah, right! What does reading have to do with changing your underwear?!"

Chapter Seventy: Enemies Come to the Door

"I'm relieved to see you still have that sour face. Although it's a little disappointing that you didn't throw a tantrum, I was hoping you could cry on my chest."

In the ward, Yao Bilian comforted Ying Zhou in her own unique way, without considering whether the patient would be affected by it.

"Crying after being defeated is something only women do. All I will do is train harder and repay him tenfold or a hundredfold in the future."

Ying Zhou's eyes remained aggressive as always, and he did not become dejected because of the setback. Just as he said, some people regret being beaten and cry loudly, while others will be furious and seek revenge on their enemies. He clearly belonged to the latter.