"Boss, you and the junior sister can go out now, leave this to us brothers," said Hui Yi.
Xiao Feng was naturally pleased and supported Hua Ling as they walked out of the ward, watching the battle inside from the doorway.
The battle between the Martial Monks and Uesugi Yumi left a deep impression on him earlier.
Back then, eighteen people ford a formation, trampling on shoulders as they overwheld their opponent.
But now, given the height from the ceiling to the floor in the ward, such formations are clearly impossible, how will the Martial Monks handle this?
Hui Yi waved his hand, and the other seventeen people reflexively dispersed like geese spreading their wings, surrounding the old man.
"Lay down your butcher knife and beco a Buddha!" Hui Yi habitually advised, "I hope you stop here, benefactor."
The old man remained silent, threw the Eight Trigrams Mirror, and then took out a handful of soybeans from a cloth bag and scattered them on the floor.
"Turning beans into soldiers?" Xiao Feng frowned slightly.
The next mont, the "soybeans" on the ground exploded one after another, releasing green smoke which was extrely irritating to the senses.
Within two blinks of an eye, no one could be seen in the ward, only crackling sounds like firecrackers and constant coughing.
"Get him!" Hui Yi shouted, and the noise inside the room suddenly increased.
Xiao Feng imdiately understood that what the old man scattered wasn't soybeans at all, but a tool for escape.
"Snipers, be ready, the target might break through the window to escape. Shoot imdiately once the target leaves the room, don't let him get away!" Gong Kaishan decisively ordered.
As he finished speaking, Hou Shuapeng approached with a folder and said, "I've cleared up the situation."
He then relayed the information he got from the man to everyone present.
According to the man, his na is Jiao Yuhang.
His master is nad Pang Tong, known as Real Person Zhou Yun, a mber of a small faction that branched from a major sect a century ago.
Later, the major sect suffered a calamity, and the small faction dispersed on its own.
Divination at a dying person's last mont was one of their sect's thods.
This incident happened because Pang Tong was diagnosed with a terminal illness and was worried about death while lying in the hospital every day.
To ease his master's worries, Jiao Yuhang began to investigate the hospital, checking if there were any patients with only days left to live, so he could take the opportunity for divination.
"It seems the person Lone Wolf saw dressed in a white coat pretending to be a doctor, checking each room in the hallway that night, was Jiao Yuhang," Xiao Feng thought to himself.
The rest was simple, Jiao Yuhang noticed Wang Tiezhu constantly watching over Zhao Guo'an's ward and realized there was sothing amiss, thus paying extra attention to Zhao Guo'an's movents.
Until tonight, when Zhao Guo'an was discharged, Jiao Yuhang quietly followed and witnessed Wang Tiezhu being hit, then proceeded to perform divination.
After concluding that Zhao Guo'an could turn misfortune into fortune, he was elated and bought so drinks and food to celebrate and ease his master's worries.
But who could have expected such a major incident upon returning to the hospital.
"Superstition leads to ruin!" Gong Kaishan lanted.
Others also showed varying degrees of emotion.
The results of Hou Shuapeng's investigation: "I've learned one more thing."
"What is it?" Xiao Feng and others asked simultaneously.
Hou Shuapeng chuckled with a hint of mockery, "Pang Tong's terminal illness was actually a misdiagnosis, it's just a minor illness requiring a simple surgery."
"..." Everyone was speechless, feeling the situation was absurd.
"This hospital is outrageous," soone pointed fingers at the hospital.
Hou Shuapeng mused, "Can't say that, the hospital had only said it was suspected, not a final conclusion, keeping Pang Tong in the hospital was for observation and final diagnosis.
Which ans, Pang Tong's excessive suspicion and fear of death led to this tragic outco rather than the hospital."
As he spoke, the smoke within the ward dissipated, and the eighteen Martial Monks erged in single file, breathing in fresh air deeply.
Hui Yi was the last to exit, frowning, seemingly displeased with his junior brothers' actions.
"Did you subdue him?" Xiao Feng asked.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Hui Yi was too busy catching his breath to speak.
"He's dead, it was suicide. Before dying, he shouted that in his life he never miscalculated anything, that was his pride!" Hui Er ca over to answer.
The hallway fell into silence, each person realized that Pang Tong's mindset was morbid, yet based on such thinking, his choice to commit suicide appeared quite logical.
Sitting on the long bench, Hua Ling gave a light order: "Bring the body out."
No sooner had she spoken than a "crack" sounded from the ward.
The sound was crisp and distinct, a glass shattering.
The two mbers guarding the door exchanged glances and rushed into the ward to check, soon coming out and reporting, "No one inside, the window was smashed."
Almost simultaneously, Gong Kaishan heard soone over the headset say, "The target jumped out the window and escaped, too fast to be tracked shortly."
"Boss, what do we do?"
Gong Kaishan looked at Hua Ling, who was also wearing a communication headset, so no need to repeat what they just heard.
"What else, chase him!" Hua Ling uttered in frustration.
Upon receiving orders, Gong Kaishan and others moved imdiately.
Stairs or elevators were too slow, so one by one, they leapt from the third-floor window, giving chase to the fleeing Pang Tong.
"How...how could this happen?" Hui Yi expressed disbelief, "I saw him slice his throat."
The other Martial Monks nodded, affirming they saw it too.
"Your performance disappoints ," Hua Ling told the subordinates in the hallway, expressionless, "After going back tonight, everyone involved in the operation must write a review.
The review requires sincerity, deep understanding, no less than 5000 words.
Submit before breakfast tomorrow, and don't eat breakfast if unfinished. Double the writing for rely padding the word count!"
"Understood!" The remaining team mbers said, resigned.
This order ant none of them would be sleeping tonight.
Xiao Feng looked at the Martial Monks, expressionless: "How do you think you perford tonight?"
The eighteen martial monks simultaneously felt a sense of dread, hoping they won't have to write reviews too?
"Brother Feng, we can't self-evaluate, but I'll admit it was sowhat unsatisfactory," Hui Shiqi first declared.
Others followed suit, admitting inadequacies and promising to improve next ti.
Xiao Feng didn't wait for them to finish and interrupted, "Since you're aware of your shortcomings, write an insight paper for .
It must be factual and truthful without exaggeration or understatent, each person 10000 words, bring it before breakfast tomorrow.
If unfinished or unsatisfactory, no als for anyone."
"..." The Martial Monks.
Such effective learning from experience!
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