Hidden Assassin 278

“What? Wasn’t that guy slapped by Jia Ming’s little brother?” Hua asked, puzzled. Xiao Wu hesitated for a moment, then chuckled, “Well, it’s hard to say. You know, I can’t use my hands too much right now. When he charged at me, I lost control a little, but for the internal injury to manifest now…it’s a bit…outrageous…”

He shrugged, and now Cui Guohua was a little bit confused as well. “This kid attacked someone in the police station. According to Jian Suyan’s logic, it’s his fault even if he got beaten to death. But if you go ask Gu Jia Ming now, that little rascal is as slippery as an eel, he’ll definitely deny everything. But our previous speculations were mostly right. Gu Jia Ming has been learning from Jian Suyan for so long, how could he not know any martial arts? He only coughed up a little bit of blood after taking a kick from Siriwan. Compared to that Yue Chi Xun beside him, he’s probably not much different…”

As they were talking, Director Jiang, accompanied by a group of police officers, was bringing a dozen or so thugs into the station. Seeing the ambulance leave, he also asked people around about Amule’s condition. Xiao Wu thought for a moment, “How’s that guy doing? We didn’t see him when we went over earlier.”

“The doctor took a look and initially diagnosed it as a ruptured left eardrum, damage to the inner ear, bloodshot eyes, and concussion. Seeing that guy swaggering around there, I’ve already drawn my gun. Who would’ve known that he’d be hit like that with one slap…cut it out, Muay Thai…”

“If Jia Ming’s little brother is really a martial arts genius, with a teacher like Jian Suyan, even if Amule is good at Muay Thai, it’s not impossible for him to get beaten up like this. His injuries are all on his left face…did Jia Ming’s little brother also slap him on the left face?”

“Of course it was the left face. And at that time, Amule was in the air, performing a flying kick. His speed was very fast, and his center of gravity probably wasn’t perfectly controlled. But the problem is…” Cui Guohua patted his left cheek, “The problem is…he doesn’t have any obvious marks on his left face.”

“No marks on his left face?” Xiao Wu repeated in disbelief.

“That’s right. His face is all covered in blood he wiped himself. But it’s clear to see that there’s no broken skin, no swelling. If it was really something Jia Ming’s little brother did on purpose, what kind of move is that? The Palm of the Disintegrating Bones?”

Xiao Wu and the others could naturally achieve the effect of hitting someone until they suffer a concussion. Even if Amule had trained his hands and feet to be as hard as iron through Muay Thai, his head remained a vulnerable part of his body. But a slap that could shake the brain and rupture the eardrum is like hitting with an iron hammer. The first thing it would do is cause the face to swell, and then you would consider other injuries. If the beaten face doesn’t even swell, how did it cause such massive internal damage?

The two of them discussed for a while, looking at each other with wide eyes. At this moment, Qiao Guorui and the others also gathered around, each expressing their opinions in a few words. But most of the conclusions they reached were simply bizarre coincidences. Xiao Wu made a phone call to Chen Guxia, who was currently at the Sacred Heart Academy, and received similar feedback.

“No injury on the face, but a concussion…generally speaking, it should be a coincidence. Wasn’t there a report on TV a few days ago about someone who slapped his son to death while disciplining him? It should be a similar coincidence in a large part. Some athletes have been trained countless times, but because of a simple jump, just a little bit of a mistake, they break their leg. There are also times when a small external force causes a severe chain reaction within the body, and just at that moment, it disrupts the balance. The probability is so small that it can be ignored. But it’s not entirely impossible.”

Chen Guxia was called a martial arts master, not because he was the best fighter in Yan Huang Jue Xing. However, many Yan Huang Jue Xing agents were trained by him. As a teacher, he had seen a lot and was indeed more knowledgeable than anyone else when it came to theory.

“That boy Gu Jia Ming, I noticed from the very beginning that he had quite good physical fitness. He dodged better than anyone else, and I’ve seen him practice several kinds of boxing techniques every day. He really grasped the essence of them. At that time, he was hiding himself well, and I thought he just hated fighting, so he never fought anyone. But since he’s the disciple of that Ms. Jian, it’s perfectly normal for him to defeat Amule…Of course, if you’re talking about deliberately controlling this kind of accident, I can’t do it at least. But if someone has reached a certain level of control over their body, it’s still possible to do it, for example, Jian Suyan herself, or the Da Nei Chang Du who has already been killed by her, or Teacher Hui Qing…”

Hui Qing, the old nun who raised Dongfang Ruo on Mount Emei, was one of the founders of Yan Huang Jue Xing and was once the true first master of Yan Huang Jue Xing. However, Chen Guxia had seen her, but people like Cui Guohua had only heard her name in fragments. But of course, this was not the time to show reverence for this woman. After conveying Chen Guxia’s analysis, everyone in the room was still speechless.

Qiao Guorui shrugged, “So…accident?”

“What good luck, to encounter such a near-zero probability accident. Should we pool our money and buy lottery tickets tomorrow?”

“What if it was Gu Jia Ming on purpose?” Xiao Wu spread his hands, “I think that’s more likely. Or maybe I really did give him internal injuries…”

Fang Guolin held a laptop in her hand, “Is Gu Jia Ming as good as Jian Suyan? Is he Jian Suyan in disguise?”

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Qiao Guorui pushed up his glasses and shook his head. “Jian Suyan has breasts. If she were to disguise herself, it would be Gu Jia Ming disguising himself as Jian Suyan. Speaking of which, wasn’t there this theory in America? Jian Suyan and Gu Jia Ming have never appeared in the same place at the same time. Such an inference isn’t without reason. However, there’s one fatal flaw that can overturn everything: Yu Jin Xiang first appeared in our sights almost two years ago. Although she didn’t appear directly at the time, Gu Jia Ming was only fifteen or sixteen years old then. How could a child like that, in these two years, develop the mature mindset to play the role of…such a woman?”

After saying this, Fang Guolin pursed her lips and slapped her hand on the computer. For these agents who had encountered superpowers, there were obviously fewer so-called impossible things in the world. But their mindset was still an insurmountable obstacle in this matter. How could a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy simulate a woman like Yu Jin Xiang?

She was powerful, domineering, straightforward but not reckless, calculating, but in many ways her beauty and strength combined to create an incredibly attractive aura and charm. Wherever she was, it was as if everyone’s eyes were forcibly drawn to her.

How could such a woman with such a distinct personality be simulated by an inexperienced young man?

“Could there be a superpower that simulates another mature personality in the world?”

“I’ve never heard of such a powerful mental illness…”

“Is Jia Ming’s little brother really a natural evolutionist?”

“I’ve been researching natural evolutionists for the past year. Those guys aren’t human at all. One monster’s superpowers were weakened for thousands of years, yet he still reincarnated into a freak like the Dark Lyre Queen. If he’s really a natural evolutionist, he wouldn’t need to do anything at all. This Muay Thai master and student would just collapse directly, and we’d find out they died of plague…”

The group chattered for a while, still with no conclusion. Thinking about how they would soon face protests from the Thai and Vietnamese embassies, each felt a bit troubled. Although they wouldn’t be the ones doing the talking, they would inevitably be pressured from above. Fortunately, there were closed-circuit cameras in the police station, and Amule’s attack on someone in the police station, and Siriwan’s assault on a young man, had been recorded. By deleting the beginning and end, blurring Jia Ming’s image, justice and righteousness would ultimately be on their side.

Self-defense, right? To attack someone in a law enforcement institution, you deserve to be hit back. As for slapping someone into a concussion, that’s an accident. Just find a few medical experts to analyze it.

After initially discussing their strategy, they remembered that Lü Songwei was still waiting in the next room for his son to be released. There was no point in detaining him now. On the other hand, since they had decided to stand on the side of justice, they might as well be tough. Siriwan, who had been detained earlier, should be detained first, and then released after Thailand spoke up. Even if Jia Ming wouldn’t necessarily go for a medical examination, it’s not a small matter to attack someone in the police station. There’s the video footage, so they’re not afraid of anything.

Thinking this way, Cui Guohua was just about to reach the lobby when he heard a faint commotion. Director Jiang was also coming down from upstairs, and when he saw Cui Guohua, he looked very distressed.

“Captain Cui, things are getting more and more troublesome,” he said. “After we finished taking statements from the thugs, we were going to let them off easy by detaining them for 48 hours. But who would have known that when they passed by the room where Mr. Siriwan is, there was a conflict, and two people had their ribs broken…”

“How could there be a conflict?”

“These guys are obviously looking for trouble. They were spitting on Mr. Siriwan. Our men didn’t have time to stop them, and then two people were knocked flying. Several people around them drew their guns before they could stop it…But these guys are really something. They were pointing guns at them, and they even grabbed a bowl of seaweed soup that the police officers were having for dinner and poured it over the guy who did Muay Thai…The ambulance is about to arrive. Hopefully no one dies. Muay Thai is not something to be played with…”

After listening to him, Cui Guohua stood there for a while, then opened his mouth and mumbled a curse word he didn’t often use: “Oh, ****.”

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