The Helplessness of Ordinary People

After the Enforcers had completely left, Chen Mingyuan immediately went over to Chen Mo and examined him carefully.

Chen Mo was drenched in sweat, his face deathly pale. Even his lips, which had regained a trace of color, were now utterly white. He looked exhausted, and his hospital gown was already soaked through with sweat.

Seeing his son like this, Chen Mingyuan felt as though his heart were being viciously clenched, the pain beyond words.

He blamed himself deeply. It was all because he was useless, because he had failed to become a Martial Artist.

Suppressing his grief, he hurriedly asked, "Little Mo, how do you feel? Should I call a doctor?"

"Dad, I'm fine! No need to call a doctor. Get a towel and wipe off my sweat, then help me change my clothes."

Chen Mo's voice was weak and powerless. His mind was utterly exhausted, and he only wanted to change clothes and rest as soon as possible.

Resisting the Enforcers' momentum just now had consumed a huge amount of his Spiritual Power. If his Spiritual Power had not been so strong, he would have already lost control of his bowels during that clash of momentum.

That older Enforcer had clearly killed people—or rather, killed Fierce Beasts. The momentum he released carried Killing Intent.

He had felt such momentum from his teacher before, so he was very familiar with it.

Moreover, during the Beast Tide five years ago, he had encountered Fierce Beasts. When one had glared at him back then, he had felt exactly the same way.

He did not understand why the Enforcers were targeting him. Could he really have offended a Martial Artist?

Anyone capable of ordering them to do this must be someone powerful and influential.

Still, he had memorized the faces and badge numbers of those two Enforcers. When he got the chance, he would definitely get even.

He could not figure out who it was, so he could only set it aside for now.

Once he grew stronger, he would definitely take revenge!

"Little Mo, we should still call a doctor to take a look. You barely have the strength to speak."

Chen Mingyuan was terribly worried. As he spoke, he reached out to press the call button.

"Dad! Really, there's no need! They only released their momentum just now; they didn't actually do anything to me! Calling a doctor would only make things worse."

"Here, they have no way to harm me. This is a hospital, after all, and they're Enforcers. They wouldn't knowingly break the law."

Hearing his son's words, Chen Mingyuan's hand froze the moment it touched the call button. Yet he did not pull it back. Looking at his son, he said worriedly, "But you're in such a state right now. I'm worried it'll affect your wounds. Look, your face has gone pale."

"I only resisted the Enforcers' momentum, and it drained too much of my energy. I have no strength left. Dad, hurry and wipe off my sweat and change my clothes. I'm exhausted. I need to rest."

Chen Mo forced himself to stay awake. By now, his eyelids were already fighting each other.

"Alright, alright. I'll wipe your sweat right away."

Chen Mingyuan withdrew his hand, turned to get a towel, and began wiping Chen Mo's sweat away.

He was too tired!

His body instinctively told Chen Mo that he needed to rest immediately. Ignoring everything else, he closed his eyes.

Chen Mo was like a puppet on strings, allowing Chen Mingyuan to handle him as he wished.

Chen Mingyuan's movements were gentle, afraid of hurting Chen Mo, but they were not slow.

A few minutes later, with Chen Mo's cooperation, Chen Mingyuan easily finished the task. He changed his clothes and replaced the bedsheets.

"Dad! I'm going to sleep first! When Mom comes tonight, wake me up! Don't tell Mom about this."

"Alright!"

Upon hearing his father's reply, Chen Mo could no longer hold on. He immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep in less than three seconds.

Seeing his son close his eyes, Chen Mingyuan gently tucked the blanket around him and continued watching him.

Before long, he realized Chen Mo had fallen asleep.

Only when he saw that Chen Mo's breathing was steady did he feel slightly relieved.

Looking at his son's pale face, Chen Mingyuan's heart bled. If he had known, he would never have called the police. He had caused his son to suffer the Enforcers' harassment.

And now, his injuries had barely healed when he suffered such a great humiliation. He did not know whether his son could bear it.

Putting himself in his son's shoes, he felt that even he would not be able to take it.

If this had happened when he was young, he would definitely have resisted, perhaps even filed a complaint.

But now, he would not. He had a family to think about. He could not casually offend Martial Artists.

This little bit of humiliation was nothing, as long as his family was safe and well.

His only worry was his son.

After suffering such a severe setback, he did not know whether his son could pull through.

Sigh!

Chen Mingyuan let out a deep sigh. Life still had to go on.

He quietly got up, placed the hospital gown Chen Mo had just changed out of into the cabinet, then took the towel he had used to wipe the sweat to the restroom to wash.

Throughout the entire process, he moved with utmost care. Even the sound of washing the towel was kept as low as possible, for fear of waking Chen Mo.

After washing it, he sat down on the hospital bed beside him and watched Chen Mo.

After a while, Chen Mingyuan stood up and quietly slipped out of the hospital room to find a doctor. If he did not have a doctor examine him, he would not be at ease.

The moment he stepped out of the ward, he saw the backs of the two Enforcers walking away. He immediately halted, lowered his head, and stopped looking at them, his fists unconsciously clenching tight.

At the sight of them, he felt the urge to kill. His fury nearly broke free of its restraints, threatening to erupt.

He lowered his head for another reason as well: he was afraid the two Enforcers would notice him. Martial Artists' five senses were extremely sharp.

If they realized you harbored killing intent toward them, they would definitely strike first.

Chen Mingyuan took several deep breaths, forcing down the rage in his chest. He relaxed his body and did his best to pretend that nothing had happened.

By the time he had composed himself and looked up, the two Enforcers had long since vanished from sight.

He gave it no further thought and headed straight for the doctor's office.

At the same time.

Inside the descending elevator.

Only the two Enforcers were inside. The younger Enforcer looked at the older one.

"Brother Liang, that kid Chen Mo didn't piss himself from your scare. His willpower is quite tough. During the inspection just now, did he lie?"

"No! I kept him locked down with killing intent the whole time. If he had lied, I would have noticed immediately. I even tested him at the end, but found nothing out of the ordinary."

The older Enforcer smiled as he explained, "Besides, his case has already been classified as an accident. He has signed the paperwork, and we can close the case once we get back."

"It's good that he didn't lie. That kid's Dantian has been destroyed—he's already a cripple. Even if he had lied, it wouldn't have mattered."

The younger Enforcer did not think much of it either.

"There's no need to care about an ordinary person's case. We should focus on the fugitive Luo Jianren. That fugitive is what matters most."

"Mm-hm! Brother Liang, I heard Luo Jianren is carrying a treasure. Is that true?"

The younger Enforcer asked curiously.

"The news is true, but Luo Jianren is a fifth-grade Martial Artist. Neither of us is his match. If we get any information, we'll report it to the Captain at the bureau. There'll be no shortage of benefits for us."

"That's great! The Captain is a Sixth-grade Martial Artist. If we run into the fugitive, I'll tell you immediately, Brother Liang."

Hearing the younger Enforcer's words, Brother Liang was highly satisfied. He reached out and patted the younger Enforcer on the shoulder, smiling as he said, "If I get benefits, you won't be left out either."

The two chatted and laughed as they left the hospital.

After returning to the car, the older Enforcer used his phone to send six words to an unfamiliar number:

"Target alive, Dantian shattered."