A Pile of Bodies and the Interrogation Room

"Bang--!"

The echo of the violently kicked-open ward door had not yet completely dissipated when the bald-headed man and the group of arrogant, tattooed men behind him suddenly felt as if they had been doused with invisible ice water from head to toe, their blood seemingly freezing the moment they saw the scene inside the ward.

That row of burly men in black, like statues emerging from the shadows of hell, were silent and menacing. The uniform, sinister grins on their faces were more intimidating than any roar. The aura they exuded was one of true ferocity forged in blood and fire, fundamentally different from the gang of thugs like the gangsters who relied on tattoos and bluffing to get by in the underworld.

That's the difference between a professional and an amateur, the difference between a wolf and a hyena.

"Run!"

With a buzzing sound from under Qingpi's scalp, almost without hesitation, his survival instinct overwhelmed all commands and pride. He squeezed out a distorted roar from deep in his throat and turned to rush out.

It's too late.

In the one or two seconds that they were stunned by the scene in the ward and their movements faltered, the doors of other wards on both sides of the corridor, which had previously seemed empty, opened silently. More figures dressed in the same black suits with cold eyes emerged like ghosts, instantly blocking all their escape routes.

Attacked from both sides, they trapped the turtle in a jar.

"Want to leave? Did you ask us?" A burly man in black standing behind the thug asked in a low, hoarse voice, with a Rat.

The next moment, before the green-skinned man and his men could make any effective resistance, the men in black moved.

There were no unnecessary words, the movements were clean and efficient, and the teamwork was seamless. It was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, or a skilled worker dealing with a pile of obstructive clutter.

The dull thuds of fists and feet colliding with flesh, the teeth-grinding "crack" of joints being locked in reverse, and the muffled groans of pain squeezed out from the nose and throat even after the mouth was covered, instantly replaced the previous silence, bursting out densely in the small space at the entrance of ward 721.

The men brought by the gang leader might be adept at bullying ordinary people, but they were utterly powerless against these mysterious men in black who were clearly professionally trained and whose strength, skills, and teamwork were on a completely different level.

Someone tried to throw a punch, but before their fist even touched the other person's clothes, their wrist was grabbed by a hand like an iron clamp, twisted, and the person was spun around and slammed against the wall by the enormous force; someone tried to kick, but before their leg was halfway up, their knee was struck with precise force, and they screamed and fell to their knees, only to have their back stepped on; the most burly man, the Iron Tower giant who had kicked the door, tried to charge in with brute force, but two men in black closed in at the same time, one choking him and the other sweeping his leg, and his massive body crashed to the ground like a felled tree, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The whole process was incredibly fast, even... efficient.

In less than thirty seconds, the seven or eight tattooed men who had been so aggressive just moments before were all lying on the ground, sprawled out like a pile of broken dolls with their joints dislocated. Some were groaning while clutching their obviously unnaturally bent arms, while others were curled up like shrimp, clutching their stomachs, tears streaming down their faces. All traces of their previous arrogance had vanished.

At this moment, a man dressed in a fitted black suit, without a tie, and with the top two buttons of his shirt casually undone, slowly strolled out of the ward. He looked to be in his thirties, not particularly handsome, but with strong features. He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, and his gaze swept over the group of groaning wretches on the ground with an air of condescending indifference.

It was Li Jun.

He walked over to the pile of "talents," seemingly finding them a bit of an eyesore, or perhaps looking for a comfortable seat. He casually kicked aside two men who were stacked together and groaning, then directly plopped down on the back of the Iron Tower man who had just kicked the door, using him as a human chair.

The burly man, weighed down by the weight of the Iron Tower, let out another painful groan, but he no longer had the strength to struggle.

Li Jun comfortably adjusted his posture, crossed his legs, and immediately a man in black handed him a lit lighter. He leaned over, lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep drag, and exhaled a grayish-white smoke ring.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he and the silent, burly men in black surrounding him, along with the haphazardly lying, groaning losers on the ground, created a striking and impactful scene.

The sound of police sirens, growing louder as they approached, shattered the eerie atmosphere in the hospital corridor.

Police officers who received the report quickly arrived at the scene. When they rushed up the floor fully armed and cautiously, they were stunned by the scene at the entrance of ward 721, even though they were experienced.

There were seven or eight people lying on the ground, clearly gangsters, but now in a terrible state. A man who looked like the leader was sitting leisurely on one of them, smoking. Around him stood a group of tough-looking men in suits and ties.

This scene... doesn't look like a normal doctor-patient dispute or a regular fight at all.

The team leader was none other than Captain Li. His sharp gaze swept quickly across the entire area, and when he saw Li Jun, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his expression became even more grave. He recognized Li Jun and knew that this guy was a troublesome local figure, operating in the gray area, owning several loan companies, and having complex social connections, but he had never been able to find any substantial evidence against him.

"What's going on?" Captain Li asked in a deep voice, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

When Li Jun saw Captain Li, his face showed no panic. Instead, he flashed a familiar, slightly roguish smile. He shrugged and said casually, "Captain Li, you've come at the right time. These guys suddenly stormed into the hospital, violently kicking down the door, intending to commit violence. We were just... acting in self-defense."

His words nearly made the groaning, tattooed men on the ground nearly faint with rage. Who was the perpetrator?!

Captain Li ignored his words, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the injured man on the ground and the group of clearly formidable men in black that Li Jun had brought. The situation was clear at a glance; although Li Jun spoke lightly, the force of this "defense" had obviously exceeded the necessary limits.

He took a deep breath, knowing this was complicated. He waved his hand and gave an order to the officers behind him:

"Take them all away! Those who are injured should be taken to the hospital for examination first, then brought back to the station for questioning!"

Interrogation room, Criminal Investigation Division, Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The stark white lights shone down again, and the air was filled with the familiar smell of disinfectant and tension.

Li Jun sat leisurely in the interrogation chair, even resting his handcuffed hands comfortably on the armrests, as if he were sitting on the sofa in his own living room. Opposite him sat Captain Li with a solemn expression and a young policeman in charge of taking notes.

After completing the standard procedures—name, gender, age, occupation...—

When asked about his occupation, Li Jun smiled and replied, "I do some small business, do micro-loans, run a security company, and am a legal taxpayer."

The young policeman paused, clearly disagreeing with this statement.

Li Jun looked at Captain Li, his smile widening slightly, a nonchalant familiarity in his expression. "Captain Li, we're old acquaintances, why keep doing this? I know the procedure, let's get straight to the point?"

The young policeman next to him, disapproving of his attitude, slammed his hand on the table with a loud "bang" and shouted sternly, "Li Jun! Behave yourself! Stop joking around here! This is a police station interrogation room!"

Li Jun was scolded, but instead of getting angry, he glanced at the young policeman with the look of someone watching a child's mischief, while the enigmatic smile on his lips remained.

Captain Li raised his hand, stopping his young subordinate who was about to erupt in anger. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing, fixed on Li Jun's smiling eyes, his tone calm yet carrying immense pressure:

Li Jun,

Don't try to fool me.

"Tell me about it," Captain Li asked, emphasizing each word.

What exactly happened?