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Chapter 427: Chapter 300 Quelling and Calm_2
Jiang Ning swept his gaze toward ’Brother Liu’ on the bed, then slowly said,
"I am the one who paralyzed your son."
After speaking, Jiang Ning flicked his finger and a streak of blue spiritual light shot toward the ceiling, turning into dozens of thin threads that covered the entire room.
The soundproof array was set up.
This sci-fi scene shocked the middle-aged man, who exclaimed, "You’re playing god!"
"Ha, then take a look at this."
Jiang Ning flicked another streak of spiritual light, like a holographic projection, that showed up in the hospital room.
In the image, Jiang Ning dashed to ’Brother Liu’s’ side, planted a kick on his chest, causing a dent, and the sound of cracking bones was crystal clear.
The woman with a shoulder bag saw this, her eyes nearly bursting — that was her own son!
She, who had always done as she pleased, had never seen such a scene; her son was the one who usually bullied others!
She let out a wrenching scream, and without any thought, she lashed out with her claws toward Jiang Ning.
If those long fingernails caught the face, they would definitely gouge out flesh.
However, Jiang Ning simply stood in place and lightly tapped his finger, as if an invisible force had grabbed her arm.
Her outstretched arm twisted backward in a bizarre manner.
"Crack, crack, crack," the sound of breaking joints echoed.
The woman’s arms were twisted grotesquely into spirals.
Jiang Ning released his spiritual power, and the woman could no longer run; her piercing screams echoed from the hospital room.
How painful it must be to have your arms broken piece by piece, she was now experiencing it.
Even specially trained individuals might not be able to bear such pain, let alone a woman who had lived in luxury?
Her whole face contorted in agony.
"Who the hell are you!" The middle-aged man couldn’t sit still any longer, pointing at Jiang Ning and bellowing.
Jiang Ning cheerfully replied, "Who am I? I’m a friend of justice."
He brought his right hand together and remotely grasped the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was held fast, unable to resist at all.
At this moment, the so-called power, connections, and money could not provide him any sense of security.
He felt an unprecedented fear that came from his very bones.
It was the trembling fear of absolute power.
A walnut-sized ball of black light, filled with something sinister, coalesced before him.
This was a secret technique for interrogation.
As soon as the black ball of light finished condensing, it slowly seeped into the middle-aged man’s forehead.
Jiang Ning waved and retrieved the man’s phone, opening a video recording.
He said without joy or sorrow, "Next, let’s hear about the things you’ve done."
...
Half an hour later, Jiang Ning stood on the rooftop of the hospital.
He looked down upon the entirety of Yu Zhou City.
’It’s 4 a.m. now.’
For some reason, he recalled what a classmate had once said,
"Have you ever seen Yu Zhou at four in the morning?"
Jiang Ning smiled.
The people in the hospital had confessed everything they had done under his techniques.
The recording phone was left on a stool.
Their crimes were enough to ensure a lifetime in prison.
Moreover, they would never be able to speak of today’s events, as they had lost the ability to communicate.
Jiang Ning looked up at the sky; yesterday was rainy, today was clear, and the weather seemed set to be sunny for a while.
He summoned the Flying Boat, stepped onto it, and activated its stealth array.
Jiang Ning piloted the Flying Boat, flying along the streets as the morning breeze tousled his disheveled hair, his clothes rustling.
The air was slightly damp, the ground as well.
He passed by barbecue and hotpot restaurants that were preparing to close.
While breakfast shops, on the other hand, were beginning their busy day early; the male owner simmering soup in the back kitchen, the female owner diligently wrapping buns.
Unfortunately, Jiang Ning had arrived too early; the breakfast shops wouldn’t officially open until after five.
’Today we’ll spare Xue Yuantong from cooking.’
The river dam was in a remote location; only an old man pedaled a tricycle there in the morning to sell breakfast, and he used a lot of salt in his food.
Perhaps many older people prefer heavily salted food.
For these reasons, Xue Yuantong cooking his own breakfast was also a reluctant choice.
With these thoughts, Jiang Ning began roaming around the urban area of Yu Zhou City.
He truly hadn’t taken much time to explore Yu Zhou at four in the morning.
During his student days, there wasn’t enough time even for sleep, and after starting work, he had even less leisure.
As the Magical Ship flew, Jiang Ning noticed people out for a morning run at four in the morning.
...
Around six, Jiang Ning dispersed his Divine Sense and began to choose what to have for breakfast; he picked a rather clean shop.
The shop’s name was ’Huang Family Pancakes’.
Jiang Ning descended from the Flying Boat, materializing his form.
The space by the entrance was swept clean.
Next to the shop’s door, there was a cylindrical stove, and a thin middle-aged woman in an apron stood in front of it.
At the first table inside the shop sat a girl around eighteen or nineteen years of age, also quite thin, barely ninety pounds at a height of one meter seventy.
Seeing a customer, she hurried forward, her face looking as if she had just recovered from a severe illness, and somewhat awkwardly said,
"Hello, what would you like to eat? We have spicy soup, egg soup, and black rice porridge. The prices are right there."
She pointed to a price board that was prominently displayed inside the shop.
Listed on it were the following: spicy soup at 1 yuan/bowl, egg soup at 2 yuan/bowl, black rice porridge at 1 yuan/bowl, and pancakes at 1 yuan each.
That was all the variety the breakfast shop offered.
"Seven pancakes and two bowls of egg soup. Please use this to pack them," Jiang Ning said, handing over his meal container and a wooden basket.
The girl replied, "Okay, you wait."
"But the pancakes will be a bit slow, we make them fresh," she added.
