Luo Yaozong had awakened!

This was good news.

After nearly being killed by Ke Yixiong’s men, Bai Zhenzhu had become increasingly careful, knowing to call Xia Xiaolan first.

Was she hesitating to notify the police station for fear that Luo Yaozong’s words might be unfavorable to Xia Xiaolan?

“I’ll come over first!”

Golden Sand Pool had enough staff, and the first day’s sales peak had passed. The afternoon and evening would likely see only scattered customers, so Xia Xiaolan’s presence wasn’t essential anymore.

Accompanied by Ge Jian, Xia Xiaolan hurried to the hospital, encountering the Luo family in the hallway.

The Luo family wanted to see Luo Yaozong, but Bai Zhenzhu’s people blocked them. They were now causing a commotion in the hallway, leaving passing doctors and nurses exasperated.

Old Man Luo wanted to curse when he saw Xia Xiaolan approach, but her ice-cold gaze reminded him of her warning, and he swallowed his words.

“Yaozong is awake, why won’t you let us see him? What do your people mean by this!”

“Elder Luo, we’ve all waited all night and day. A little longer won’t hurt. Let’s wait together—the police are on their way. We can all speak in their presence!”

Xia Xiaolan didn’t want to leave any opening for the Luo family’s extortion. With Luo Yaozong just regaining consciousness, preventing the family from seeing him would stop them from coordinating their stories!

It wasn’t Xia Xiaolan who had someone throw Luo Yaozong off the building, so she had nothing to fear. She was willing to wait for the police to see him together.

The Luo father and son clearly understood Xia Xiaolan’s meaning, their faces darkening at this obvious precaution against them.

Xia Xiaolan gave a meaningful smile, “Surely you haven’t forgotten—the priority is finding out who harmed Luo Yaozong.”

Now that Luo Yaozong was awake, were they already thinking about other schemes?

Fortunately, the police arrived quickly, not keeping either party waiting long.

Not only did the police come, but Zhou Cheng arrived with them.

Zhou Cheng’s presence was particularly imposing. He walked in front, with the police behind him, making his superior status clear to everyone.

His youthful handsomeness was secondary to his commanding presence—one sweep of his eyes made Old Man Luo, who had just been confronting Xia Xiaolan, inexplicably nervous.

Xia Xiaolan’s eyes held questions, and Zhou Cheng nodded to her:

“I’m now working with Shenzhen police on this investigation.”

The unit and local police were different systems, but they could cooperate at times.

Zhou Cheng had grounds for involvement—he had arrested the human traffickers on the train and had been persistently investigating leads, which were now connected to Guangzhou gang leader Ke Yixiong. Ke Yixiong had previously committed crimes in Shenzhen, though someone else had taken the blame, infuriating the Shenzhen police.

The human trafficking case, the assault case, and now Luo Yaozong’s case had intersected, allowing Zhou Cheng to collaborate with Shenzhen police!

Xia Xiaolan didn’t ask further questions. Zhou Cheng was leading now, and she should trust his handling of the situation.

The police officer, watching Zhou Cheng’s expression, asked seriously:

“Since Luo Yaozong is awake, we need to question him. What’s his condition? Can he handle questioning?”

Under so many watchful eyes, the doctor maintained his professional stance: “The patient’s injuries are severe. Though he’s temporarily conscious, he shouldn’t talk for too long or see too many people at once.”

So questioning was possible.

Those entering Luo Yaozong’s room included Xia Xiaolan, Zhou Cheng, one police officer, and the Luo father and son.

The five entered to find Luo Yaozong—that coward—with multiple fractures, broken bones that had punctured his spleen, and severe bleeding. Last night’s emergency rescue had mobilized all the hospital’s best doctors… For him to regain consciousness today proved that the wicked truly had nine lives!

Tubes protruded from his body, his face was swollen like a pig’s head, and he couldn’t move his limbs—a truly pitiful sight.

Luo Degui entered crying, and Luo Yaozong, now feeling pain as the anesthesia wore off, cried back to his father and grandfather.

“Luo Yaozong, do you remember how you fell last night?”

Luo Yaozong’s throat rasped, “I re-remember, Zhang… pushed me…”

Speaking was extremely difficult for Luo Yaozong, but the police became alert—this wasn’t a simple theft case; Luo Yaozong had been pushed!

“Zhang Bing pushed you?”

Among the four arrested, only one had the surname Zhang!

Luo Yaozong painfully nodded.

Old Man Luo was furious—someone had tried to harm his grandson! The Luo family’s only heir had been pushed off a building, nearly ending their lineage!

He was also angry at Xia Xiaolan’s caution in bringing the police. With Luo Yaozong’s answer completely absolving Qihang Company, how could the Luo family claim compensation?

“Yaozong, last night—”

“Sir, I’m taking a statement. Please wait!”

The police officer cut off Old Man Luo without ceremony, maintaining his own pace: “Luo Yaozong, why did Zhang Bing push you down? Weren’t you all planning to steal steel materials together last night? Was it a dispute over splitting the goods?”

Why was he pushed off the building?

Luo Yaozong was more confused than the police.

They had been friends drinking and eating together, and he hadn’t offended Zhang Bing or the others.

Dead drunk, he couldn’t even remember how he got to the Golden Sand Pool construction site. He only became lucid at the moment he was pushed, realizing then that someone had pushed him.

It was only through the police questioning that he learned he had been pushed from the roof of Building 2 at Golden Sand Pool.

There had been no steel theft—Luo Yaozong knew nothing about such plans.

His mind was foggy, and he tried urgently to raise his hand, the pain contorting his already swollen face.

Only then did he notice Xia Xiaolan in the room. Luo Yaozong struggled to speak with his hoarse voice: “Didn’t… steal… was drinking…”

“You were drunk, so you don’t remember anything until you found yourself on the roof, where Zhang Bing pushed you down, is that right? Do you remember anything after falling?”

Xia Xiaolan summarized what he was trying to express, bringing Luo Yaozong to the verge of tears with emotion.

Wrong was wrong, he would admit that.

But things he hadn’t done, Luo Yaozong wouldn’t confess to:

“…Yes!”

After speaking this word, Luo Yaozong’s strength was completely spent. He couldn’t remember anything after falling.

Zhou Cheng nodded, “Alright, let’s go out.”

The police officer agreed it was enough—what more could they expect from a severely injured man? He had already provided the most crucial lead.

What?

That was it?

The Luo father and son hadn’t even gotten a chance to speak. Luo Degui hurriedly called out:

“Focus on getting better! The family will pay whatever it costs to save you. We won’t let that bastard who pushed you get away with this!”

Luo Yaozong made a sound of agreement. Whether it was his brush with death that had made him less troublesome or just the pain from his injuries, he was now tearful.

Outside the room, Old Man Luo shouted at the police:

“Officer, my grandson was deliberately harmed! Zhang Bing is a murderer—he should be executed!”