Chapter 7: Are You My Son, or My Grandson?

In the hospital ward, there was only the girl's voice.

Once she finished speaking, a heavy silence fell over the room.

The only sound was the continuous scratching of the young man's pen as he took the statement.

"Are you saying... you took all of those people down by yourself?" Lu Haichuan asked, his face filled with disbelief.

Gu Zhiqi nodded.

"Pfft—" The doctor in the white coat let out a sneer, speaking with a sarcastic tone, "Gu Zhiqi, falsifying a statement carries legal consequences."

Hearing Ling Mufeng's words, Lu Haichuan frowned slightly.

Ling Mufeng was a famous psychologist in Haicheng. They had invited him here today to help the young girl overcome her psychological trauma, so why... was he mocking her?

Listening to Ling Mufeng, Gu Zhiqi couldn't be bothered to respond. She looked at Lu Haichuan and asked lazily, "Any more questions?"

"Are you sure you really took down over a dozen people alone?" Lu Haichuan didn't believe a word of it.

A young girl taking down over a dozen grown men? You've got to be kidding.

Even movies wouldn't dare portray it that way.

Gu Zhiqi didn't care about Lu Haichuan's disbelief; she simply replied indifferently, "I've trained."

"Trained?" Ling Mufeng sneered again. "How come I didn't know you trained? When you're lying, could you at least use your brain?"

Ling Mufeng's words caused the expressions of everyone present to change.

Lu Haichuan instinctively glanced at the young man beside him. Seeing him frown, his heart sank.

If he had known, he wouldn't have sought out Ling Mufeng.

"Why don't you start by bringing your own brain along first?" Gu Zhiqi retorted with the same level of sarcasm, her tone calm and effortless. "Are you my son or my grandson? Do I need your permission to train?"

"You..."

"Mr. Ling, please do not interfere with the investigation." The man who had been keeping his head down to record the statement looked up and gave Ling Mufeng a cold glance.

Upon hearing this, Ling Mufeng immediately became solemn and apologized instantly, "My apologies." He then shot a fierce glare at Gu Zhiqi.

Gu Zhiqi didn't even give him a second glance.

The young man in the suit turned his gaze toward Gu Zhiqi and spoke, "Could you please recall the details once more?"

When the young man spoke, Lu Haichuan gave him a strange look, but he had no objections.

Ling Mufeng's lips twitched, but considering the man's identity, he ultimately swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.

A flash of impatience crossed Gu Zhiqi's eyes; it was indeed quite a hassle.

However, determined to be a good citizen, Gu Zhiqi went through the recollection once more.

Throughout the process, Ling Mufeng made no effort to hide his mocking gaze, looking as if he wanted to hurl insults directly at her face, but Gu Zhiqi ignored him entirely.

After listening to Gu Zhiqi's recollection, the ward fell into a brief silence once again.

"Officer, there were so many of them, and I was fighting over a dozen alone. It was inevitable that I might have used too much force. That doesn't count as excessive self-defense, does it?" After finishing her recollection, Gu Zhiqi shed her lazy and indifferent demeanor, looking at Lu Haichuan with an innocent and harmless expression as she asked the question.

Lu Haichuan: "..."

Thinking of the gruesome state of those men, Lu Haichuan fell silent.

The leader's lower body was a bloody mess, and he still hadn't woken up.

The others weren't faring any better; they either had broken arms or broken legs.

"If what you are saying is the truth, it counts as justifiable self-defense," the young man in the suit spoke up.

Seeing the young man answer, Lu Haichuan also offered Gu Zhiqi some comfort, "Yes, with Fourth Master's word, you can rest easy."

This time, because the incident involved multiple major cases, the Changying Army had intervened directly and taken full control.

He was only here today to accompany them.

In this case, he had almost no say, but Fourth Master held absolute authority.

Hearing this, Gu Zhiqi glanced at the young man.

Fourth Master?

She had a bit of an impression.

He seemed to be a supporting male character.

The young man turned his head slightly toward the burly youth. "Yun Yan, did you record everything?"

Yun Yan nodded.

(End of Chapter)