Chapter 602
Chapter 602
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 602
>Chapter Title: Intelligence
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Since he could bring gold, he could naturally bring other things too. When Li Huowang used the saw to slice open the restraint jacket, Wu Cheng, who was just a normal person, had absolutely no chance of winning.
Li Huowang had no intention of killing him. If he really wanted him dead, he would have just slit his throat with the saw moments ago.
Wu Cheng, his face gnawed to a bloody mess, was in so much pain he was on the verge of passing out. However, Li Huowang was very precise and didn't let him lose consciousness—this man was still useful.
Li Huowang stood in front of Wu Cheng, who was lying on the ground clutching his face and groaning. He picked up a steel pen and dangled it in front of him.
"Now tell me, where does that guy called Xu Shou live?"
Wu Cheng wasn't the key here—Xu Shou was. If Li Huowang couldn't deal with that man, the troubles around him would only keep piling up!
Only when he was gone could Yang Na be safe! Even if he ended up locked away for life, he absolutely wouldn't let anyone harm the people he cared about!
Faced with Li Huowang's interrogation, Wu Cheng just knelt on the ground and groaned.
"Very good. I don't know hypnosis, so let me show you another use for this pen!"
Li Huowang kicked him flat on the ground, straddled him, and jammed the pen tip into his nostril. Holding the end, he slowly pushed it deeper amid Wu Cheng's terrified gaze.
Faced with this kind of threat, Wu Cheng couldn't hold out and immediately caved.
"He usually lives on a white yacht at Beihai New Port!!"
"Why does he live on a boat! Does this guy have any other places he stays?!" Li Huowang's hand didn't stop—blood was already oozing from Wu Cheng's nostril.
"Because he knows things could blow up and get dangerous! If shit hits the fan, he plans to just sail away! That's why he only stays on the boat!! As for his properties overseas, I really don't know!"
Li Huowang's hand paused. He slowly pulled the blood-soaked pen out of his nostril.
After releasing Wu Cheng, he picked up the little saw and quickly started sawing at his own handcuffs and shackles.
Wu Cheng stared at the saw in Li Huowang's hand, sparks flying off it. The pain and fear in his eyes vanished, replaced by excitement.
"This is real! You really can make things appear out of thin air!!"
Li Huowang glanced at him and kept working on his restraints.
"Heh, so after all that, you never actually believed it before. Don't move around—I don't want this saw ending up on your neck!"
After a while, once Li Huowang had sawed through his handcuffs and shackles, he began stripping off his blue-and-white patient gown.
"Take off your clothes!"
Li Huowang's order stunned Wu Cheng. But faced with a lunatic holding a sharp tool, he had no other choice.
Soon, their clothes were swapped. Li Huowang donned the white coat, while Wu Cheng put on the bloody blue-and-white patient gown.
Under Li Huowang's threats, Wu Cheng obediently put on the iron muzzle and the tattered restraint jacket. Their situations had completely reversed.
Li Huowang pulled Wu Cheng's phone from his pocket and asked,
"What's the pattern lock?"
"Z"
Li Huowang unlocked the screen and found Yi Donglai's number in the notifications again.
This time, he didn't dial it himself—he made Wu Cheng do it. And this time, the phone didn't shock him. The call connected.
Amid the ringing tone, he paced anxiously back and forth in the ward.
"Hello? Shidi, what's up? Started writing the new paper yet?"
"Doctor Yi! It's me!"
After connecting with Yi Donglai, Li Huowang let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Hm? Li Huowang? Why are you using Wu Shidi's personal phone? Where's Wu Shidi?"
Li Huowang glanced at Wu Cheng lying there and spoke rapidly.
"Doctor Yi, it's urgent—I'll make it quick! Wu Cheng's in cahoots with that Wang Wei! And there are others behind them!"
After Li Huowang hurriedly explained everything, Yi Donglai fell silent for a moment.
"Huowang, you haven't skipped your meds these past few days, have you?"
"How can you not trust me too?! Have you forgotten? You were the one who cured me! Don't you even trust yourself?! I'm really not crazy!!"
"Alright, alright. Stay put in Kangning Hospital. I'm sending someone right now to bring you back to the White Pagoda Ward."
"No! It's too late for that! That guy's already onto me! If I go back to the psych ward, I'll really be at their mercy! I have to solve this at the root!"
As if realizing what Li Huowang was about to do, Yi Donglai's tone grew tense.
"Li Huowang, don't go anywhere! Just stay there, got it? If it's really like you say, we can call the cops!"
"It's too late! They're threatening my family!! I don't know what other tricks he has! Doctor Yi, please do me a favor—call my parents and Yang Na! Tell them to hide right away! Someone means them harm!"
"Li Huowang, I'm telling you—don't go anywhere! Do you hear me?! Tell them yourself if it's that important!"
"No way! They..."
Li Huowang's voice dropped low.
"They think I'm crazy, Doctor Yi. You're the only one I can trust right now. Help me!"
With that, Li Huowang hung up. But the phone rang again almost immediately—Yi Donglai calling back.
Li Huowang hung up again, but he called once more. Finally, Li Huowang just added Yi Donglai to the blacklist.
He turned back to Wu Cheng, thought for a few seconds, and pulled a pill bottle from his white coat pocket—the same one they'd force-fed him earlier.
He shook a small handful into his palm and held it out to him.
"Swallow them."
Wu Cheng swallowed hard.
"That kind of psychiatric med, you can take it. I can't."
"What happens if you do?"
"Tremors in the limbs, sluggish thinking, endocrine imbalance, memory loss."
"Perfect! That's exactly the effect I want!"
Li Huowang yanked off his iron muzzle and shoved the pills into his mouth.
Soon, Wu Cheng's movements grew erratic. His face went slack, drool trickled from the corner of his mouth—he looked no different from some of the patients now.
Glancing at the blackened surveillance camera, Li Huowang picked up the saw and started slashing at Wu Cheng's body.
He only cut the surface—enough to make it look horribly bloody and terrifying, but not life-threatening.
*Bang!*
The tightly shut ward door was pushed open from inside. A doctor in a white coat, his face splattered with blood, rushed out anxiously and shouted to the outside,
"Get a stretcher over here quick! Patient's self-harming! Critical condition! He's going into hemorrhagic shock!!"
Hearing Li Huowang's shout, the orderlies and doctors rushed over.
When they burst into the room, they saw a blood-covered patient with an iron muzzle obscuring his face, lying in restraint jacket soaked through with blood. His exposed wounds looked utterly horrifying, like he was on the verge of death.
A dead patient was a massive problem anywhere. They all rushed forward in a panic to save him.
While they were frantically resuscitating the patient, the doctor who had rushed out calling for help had vanished without a trace at some point.