"Dad, do you think it's going to be okay?"

Mu Qingge murmured.

"Do you know who that is? That's Xiao Gu."

Uncle Mu sighed and said, "Wherever he is, trouble is guaranteed!"

He was tall and had a better view of things.

Xiao Gu was about to replicate an injury report on the other party.

Hmm, a report that was dozens of times more brutal than expected.

Boom!

The final punch!

Gu Jianlin's last strike, with both hands and the four Ghost Hands from behind—six punches combined!

Six times the "kindness"!

With this punch, Director Li was instantly smashed into the ground, smoke billowing everywhere.

The entrance of the hospital fell into dead silence.

Gu Jianlin grabbed the unconscious man under him with one hand, turned around, and scanned the crowd coldly before saying in an icy voice, "Take a good look. If anyone's kid dares bully Wanwan again, this will be your fate."

Kids acting out—fine.

Adults take responsibility.

Among the crowd, there were some parents still hanging from the streetlights, but at this moment, none of them dared to speak up.

They didn't even dare to admit those were their kids.

Amid the dead silence, Instructor Zhu suppressed his rage and yelled furiously, "B-level investigator Gu Jianlin! Are you out of your mind? Do you even know who the man in your hand is? He's conducting official business!"

His roar sounded like muffled thunder, shaking eardrums.

Gu Jianlin glanced at him and said indifferently, "I know who he is. But is someone like him even qualified to investigate a case? If the President hasn't lost their mind, then they should replace him immediately."

Right as those words fell—

Boom!

Instructor Zhu's expression changed drastically as he suddenly jumped away!

A Poison Gas Cannon shot straight at his feet, unleashing a foul stench!

Instructor Zhu immediately doubled over, retching violently.

"What are you yelling for? Grandma has plenty of trusted aides; losing one isn't a big deal."

Ji Xiaoyu hoisted two rocket launchers, her face contorting into something feral as she shouted, "Where were you when they bullied Wanwan? And now they've been beaten up—serves them right! Grandma said that bystanders are equally guilty as perpetrators! You, taking their side, just adds insult to injury!"

Instructor Zhu was stunned. When did the President ever say something like that?

Meanwhile, the medical team arrived, bringing three stretchers.

Director Li, unconscious and in critical condition.

Nie, the Deacon, with a sprained back.

And Wang Taisheng, his face a bloody mess.

All lined up neatly.

Especially Wang Taisheng—his brain was almost completely befuddled.

"Help him! Save lives first!"

Instructor Zhu shouted while vomiting.

Lin Wanqiu sauntered over, leading the nurses.

Gu Jianlin glanced at her. This woman was as alluring as ever, though there was a trace of weariness in her expression.

"Are you hurt?"

Lin Wanqiu ignored the three injured men and actually checked on him, the perpetrator, first.

Gu Jianlin simply made a sound of acknowledgment.

Instructor Zhu was dumbfounded at the scene—this was even possible?

Meanwhile, a voice rang out over a broadcast from the medical wing. Director Chen cleared his throat and announced, "B-level investigator Gu Jianlin has openly disrupted base order, defied authority, and assaulted a superior, which is unforgivable. A-level investigator Ji Xiaoyu used banned biochemical weapons of mass destruction and kidnapped the family members of superior officers, which is highly egregious!"

Instructor Zhu listened, thinking, finally, justice was coming.

There's still rule of law in this world.

"One month of their bonuses will be deducted, and they must write a 30,000-word self-criticism, to be submitted by tomorrow night."

Director Chen finished and cut the broadcast.

Instructor Zhu: "..."

What the hell?

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At the entrance of Black Cloud City, a black Maserati slowly made its way into the base.

From far away, the rumbling noise could be heard.

The ground seemed to tremble.

"President."

The driver focused on driving, his irises pale and eerie as he said calmly, "Director Li is in critical condition—four limbs fractured, internal organs displaced."

Taihua sat in the backseat, flipping through a Buddhist scripture in her hands, unmoved.

"Who did it?"

She asked coolly, "Xiaoyu?"

The driver replied, "B-level investigator, Gu Jianlin."

"Him, huh."

Taihua gave a faint response, a cold smirk tugging at her lips. "Good job."

The driver froze.

Director Li was one of the six Investigation Bureau directors.

A trusted aide groomed personally by the President.

And now he's been thrashed by a rookie, yet the President praises his actions?

The driver couldn't wrap his head around it.

Taihua had no intention of explaining herself to a mere driver. She merely hugged the scripture in her hands, looking out at the distant sunlight, chuckling coldly, "Huai Yin's disciple turned out to be quite useful."

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Suddenly, Gu Jianlin turned his head, his eyes narrowing.

He saw Director Li, who was supposedly unconscious, subtly move his lips and reveal a strange smile.

It lasted only an instant, like an illusion.

If Gu Jianlin hadn't been alert, he might've missed it.

The three stretchers were pulled away, quickly vanishing from view.

"What is it?"

Lin Wanqiu noticed his expression had darkened.

Gu Jianlin lowered his head, seeing a black spider crawling across his hand.

It wasn't a living creature—it was a hallucination.

At the same time, countless eerie visions flashed before his eyes.

Corpses hanging from trees, dripping blood.

A pale little boy.

And an old, grotesque face.

It was Jing Shangxiu's face!

The Order of the Hidden!

After all this time, the ritual cast on him by The Order of the Hidden had finally started to take effect!

Gu Jianlin looked toward the hospital, realization dawning in his mind.

This Director Li was most likely sent by the President.

The purpose: to provoke him into taking action and eliminating this person.

The President must've known there was something off about him and placed him in Gu Jianlin's path.

To clean house using his hands.

And deliver clues in the process!