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Chapter 22 Hospitals and Interrogation Rooms

It was already evening when Chang Biao woke up in the hospital. Chen Shi was sitting on the bedside chair, his sprained ankle had been given some basic treatment and was fine, though it looked quite swollen. Seeing Chang Biao open his eyes, he quickly got up and leaned over to him.

"Brother Biao, you broke three ribs, one of which punctured your lung. But the doctor just said it's not a big problem, and you'll be fine after a few months of rest."

As Chen Shi spoke, he poured some warm water and inserted a straw into the cup so that Chang Biao could drink while lying down.

The fat man was standing at the window talking on the phone with his wife.

"Honey, I'll be home very late tonight... Nothing much, just that Biaozi got a little hurt."

"What? You don't need to come over. Xiao Shi and I can handle things at the hospital."

"What could possibly happen to Xiao Shi? He doesn't need to fight. And I'm even less likely to get hurt. You don't need to come over, really, you don't need to... Feed? Feed?"

The fat woman hung up the phone.

The fat man hurried to the bedside and looked at Chang Biao, who had just woken up, saying, "Biaozi, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

"Good news."

"Your sister-in-law is coming, and she's prepared some delicious food for you."

"And the bad news?"

"Your sister-in-law is coming."

After saying that, the fat man repeated with a bitter face, "Your sister-in-law is coming over in a little while."

After a moment of silence in the ward, Chang Biao and Chen Shi both turned their attention to the clothes the fat man was wearing.

That jacket was ripped by a machete, pierced by a dagger, and finally torn apart by a punch during the fight, looking as if it had been collectively toyed with by a group of cats. Let's just say, given the fat man's current appearance, if he stood among a group of beggars, you could immediately tell he was the most pitiful.

The most striking part was the abdomen area, where the entire piece of fabric was cut off, revealing the bluish-purple belly underneath, which was particularly eye-catching.

Time seemed to fly by amidst the fat man's long sighs.

When Fatty Sister-in-law pushed the door open and came in, Chang Biao had his eyes half-closed and was muttering baking tips like "160 for upper body heat and 140 for lower body heat," while Chen Shi was standing by the bed playing on his phone, leaning on his cane.

The fat man sat in the hospital chair, wrapped in a white hospital blanket, his hands folded on his knees, his posture very upright.

The fat woman first looked at Chang Biao, whose face was as white as a bed sheet, then turned to look at Chen Shi, whose ankle was swollen high and whose trousers were rolled up to his calf. Finally, she looked at the fat man.

The fat man smiled at her, but his smile looked very guilty.

The plump woman placed her bag at the foot of the bed and walked to Chang Biao's bedside: "Does it still hurt?"

"It's alright, sister-in-law, it doesn't hurt anymore," Chang Biao said softly. "Sister-in-law, please sit down, there are chairs over there."

The plump woman didn't sit down. She walked over to Chen Shi and looked down at his ankle, which was swollen like a bun. "Shi, didn't Fatty say you weren't going to fight?"

"Brother Qiang isn't lying. It really wasn't from a fight; I brought it on myself."

Instead of asking Chen Shi what he had done, the fat woman pulled the fat man up from the chair and made Chen Shi sit down.

After the fat man stood up, he still gripped the blanket tightly with both hands.

"Let go," the fat woman glared at him.

The fat man reluctantly untied the blanket from his body, revealing his bluish-purple belly through the holes in his clothes.

The fat woman stared at the big hole for a while, then returned the blanket to him.

She took a thermos out of the bag, unscrewed the lid, and the rich aroma of chicken soup filled the room.

"Can he eat now?" she asked Chen Shi, turning to him.

"Yes, the doctor said he can eat normally."

The fat woman gently raised the hospital bed a little. Chang Biao struggled to say he would do it himself, but the fat woman pressed down on his shoulder with one hand, and he immediately stopped moving. The fat woman poured the soup into a bowl and fed him with a spoon.

"Sister-in-law, this soup must have been simmering for a long time." Chang Biao had just taken a sip.

"I started stewing it at noon. I was originally planning to wait for Daqiang to come back to drink it, but it's perfect for you."

"That Daqiang..."

"He'll be starving today."

The fat man muttered to himself, "I'm fine with drinking it cold."

After feeding her half a bowl, the plump woman finally put down the bowl. She looked at Chang Biao, her complexion slightly better.

"Did your group five stir up a hornet's nest?"

"I didn't poke them, the wasps came to us on their own," the fat man corrected.

"Shut up," the fat woman said, pointing at his stomach. "That wasp specifically targeted your belly?"

The fat man didn't respond to that, but instead abruptly changed the subject.

"Wife, you didn't see it today. Biaozi was too brave. Do you know how he got injured? He got beaten up while trying to save Xiaoshi."

"Oh my, it was so pitiful. It was lying on the ground, not moving at all. Shi almost cried, didn't it, Shi?"

Chen Shi glared at the fat man, then turned to his sister-in-law: "Sister-in-law, let me tell you about what happened earlier when Brother Qiang, dressed in those tattered clothes, insisted on borrowing the nurse's white coat."

The fat man immediately buried his face in the blanket and let out a muffled groan.

After returning from the scene, Sun Tiemei stayed at the police station. A total of five people were arrested at the scene, four of whom are currently receiving treatment in a special ward due to the severity of their injuries.

The only one who could be interrogated immediately was the man with the dagger. The fat man was slamming his head against the wall, but seeing that he didn't faint, the fat man kept slamming him. This guy was a bit cunning; a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. He pretended to faint and lay down, intending to find a chance to escape, but then the reinforcements from the Superpower Bureau arrived, and he couldn't run away.

An intelligence officer handed a folder to Sun Tiemei: "Team Leader Sun, two of these five people with criminal records have already been identified. The one with the machete, his real name is Zhang Biao, from a neighboring city. Three years ago, he got into a fight at a building materials market, injured someone, and fled. He's been on the police's wanted list ever since. The one who burrows underground is named Ma Jun. He was sentenced to two years for theft and hasn't had a proper job since his release."

Sun Tiemei asked, "What about the other three?"

"The other three have no criminal records and were working normally before the incident. The one who controlled the wire is Liu Wei, who works at a building materials company. The one with the electric arc is Sun Hao, a maintenance worker at a property management company, a contracted worker responsible for maintaining the community's surveillance system. The one with the dagger is Zhao Ke, a worker at an electronics factory," Zhuang Wen added. "None of the three have criminal records, and their awakening occurred within the last three or four years."

Sun Tiemei pulled out Zhao Ke's file and read it through from beginning to end. Twenty-eight years old, seven years on the assembly line, one mortgage rejection record, and an F rating after awakening.

"Bring Zhao Ke in for questioning first; his injuries are the least severe."

When Zhao Ke was brought in, he was handcuffed and had some bruises on his forehead. He sat down, not looking at Sun Tiemei, but staring at the table.

Sun Tiemei spoke first: "Did you modify this dagger yourself?"

Zhao Ke nodded: "I ground it myself, using the factory's grinding machine."

"This dagger is welded very well; your hand is very steady."

Zhao Ke did not respond.

Sun Tiemei opened his file: "Your bank records show that you applied for a mortgage three years ago, but it was rejected."

A hint of annoyance flashed across Zhao Ke's face: "I saved 100,000 yuan through my own work, and my family also contributed 100,000 yuan. We barely managed to make a down payment, but the bank said my bank statements weren't good enough and they were afraid I wouldn't be able to repay the loan."

"So you went to find another way."

"I didn't look for one. I awakened my powers the following month after being rejected. I thought I could find a job at the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities, but I didn't pass the interview, so I stayed at the electronics factory." He paused for a long time, "After the New Year, someone contacted me."

"who."

"I don't know him. He said he used to work in the bureau, and that they hire people based on rank. Someone like me wouldn't be hired at all. But you don't need to be rank to work outside. As long as you're really capable, you can earn more outside." He looked up at Sun Tiemei. "What he said is true. It's true that you guys here prioritize rank."

Sun Tiemei did not avoid his gaze.

"Yes, it depends on the level. But you didn't pass the interview because of low combat potential, it's because there weren't any support positions available at the time. Your ability is attachment-based, and your fine motor control is outstanding. The interviewer wrote in your file that they recommended transferring you to the technical team."

Sun Tiemei stared at Zhao Ke: "However, what I find most strange is that there is no follow-up record after this suggestion. Someone missed you in the process."

Zhao Ke looked at his knuckles and after a long while spoke: "Even if you tell me this now, I can't go back."

Sun Tiemei didn't respond to that. She paused, then changed direction. "What else did the person who was looking for you say to you later?"

"He said he would give me some work regularly, and if I did it well, it would be equivalent to several years' salary for me."

"Does this include the ambush we suffered?"

"Yes."

Sun Tiemei didn't ask any more questions. As she stood up and was about to walk to the door, Zhao Ke suddenly spoke up: "That young man in your group, the one who talks a lot."

Sun Tiemei stopped.

"His superpower doesn't seem to have a level requirement, does it?"

"I won't look, he's F--."

Zhao Ke nodded; he knew Sun Tiemei had no reason to lie to him.