Chapter 131: with translation of chapter title

131 You think I'm just saying that?

Heavenly Dao Constraint, mystic arts must not be used on ordinary people, but force is allowed.

After all, you can't just not fight back because someone hit you and you're a mystic.

Tushan Jiu thought: She's a pro with knives, and she's no amateur at fighting either.

The two left the ward, and Jing Hangcheng, wearing a patient gown, followed behind Tushan Jiu.

The ghost-head knife in Tushan Jiu's hand was also put away together with the talisman paper, so she now has empty hands.

After exiting the seventh-floor fence lock, Wu Shuyue stood there honestly waiting.

Just now, when Feng Boyang flew past him, he shouted that there was a ghost, telling him to run too.

But he didn't move.

Having ghosts isn't abnormal, right? With Miss Tushan appearing, it'd be abnormal if there were no ghosts.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Tushan Jiu nodded in satisfaction; the two drivers she chose both have good ability to handle situations.

Unflappable in emergencies, with extraordinary courage.

Tushan Jiu said, 'Let's go, we're heading down.'

'All right, Miss Tushan, but I guess those people downstairs are definitely waiting for us; this is their turf, we're not familiar with the terrain, we'd be at a disadvantage, I need to find a weapon to improve our odds,' Wu Shuyue analyzed calmly.

Upon hearing that, Jing Hangcheng also interjected, 'I've studied sanda for a few years; although I have little strength now, dealing with one or two people is still no problem.'

Tushan Jiu waved her hand, 'It's fine; with me, great strength produces miracles.'

Wu Shuyue, Jing Hangcheng: '???'

Little did they know, they didn't understand it now, but after a while they realized what she meant by 'great strength produces miracles.'

Three minutes later, Tushan Jiu and the two others stopped at the entrance of the courtyard building.

Looking at the more than ten men across holding long sticks, and two of them holding large cleavers.

In front of these people stood Zhong Guangming.

He had just finished explaining to Gu Zong that it was merely a staff mistake, no outsiders had entered the premises, and he gave a stern assurance that such a mistake would never happen again.

After receiving a verbal dressing-down from Gu Zong, he was so angry his heart felt a little sore.

He hadn't even vented that anger yet when he heard that the two people who had broken into the seventh floor earlier had successfully brought Jing Hangcheng out!

At that moment he only felt his head starting to throb with pain.

Now his whole chest feels tight and short of breath, as if he can't catch his breath.

Zhong Guangming took a deep breath, then said in a low voice, 'Heh, Zhong here truly lacks discernment; you may not look impressive, but your skills are not small—you even managed to dodge those nefarious things that Director Jing conjured up.'

Tushan Jiu smiled and retorted, 'You're not lacking discernment; you're blind.'

That one sentence almost made the people opposite burst out laughing.

But they forcibly held it in.

Zhong Guangming's face darkened further: 'Since you're so ungrateful, don't blame me for being impolite.'

'It's fine, you don't need to be polite, but I suggest leaving two people to see you off after the fight; otherwise, if you all end up down, there'll be no one to carry you.'

Zhong Guangming, furious, said, 'What nonsense are you spouting? Get on me, beat them to death—anyway, we can't let them leave our hospital, or else we'll...'

He hadn't even uttered the word 'death' when the previously stationary Tushan Jiu suddenly moved.

Her speed was astonishingly fast; she flashed to the first person's face, snatched his stick, snapped it in one motion, tossed it to the ground, and before he could react, kicked him three meters away.

Then the second, the third.

By the time the people behind recovered from their shock, she had already taken down five.

They all rushed forward together.

Even the two wielding knives slashed forward.

Wu Shuyue on the stairs reacted faster than those people; when Tushan Jiu hit the third person, he also ran over to join the fight.

Jing Hangcheng also didn't lag behind; knowing his body was weak and prone to causing trouble, he picked up a stick that Tushan Jiu had thrown to the ground.

With a weapon, he could naturally fight.

In less than five minutes, more than ten people were beaten to the ground.

Tushan Jiu played with the seized large cleaver, locking eyes with Zhong Guangming, gradually bending the blade, then tossed it before him.

Zhong Guangming's expression was like seeing a ghost; just as he was about to speak, he felt another breath caught in his chest, and a bloody taste rose in his throat.

He hastily covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently twice.

Result: 'drip, drip,' fresh blood dripped from between his fingers onto the ground.

'How, how could this happen?' he wondered, why would he vomit blood for no reason?

Tushan Jiu kindly gave him an answer: 'Director Zhong, didn't you promise me earlier that if I successfully reached the top floor, I could take the person away? Not only did I arrive, I also brought the person out, yet you went back on your word.'

She smiled faintly, 'I said before, this blade is the token, these words are the proof; if you don't keep your word, you bear the consequences! Do you think I'm just saying that?'

Zhong Guangming was greatly startled in his heart, 'Just who are you?'

As he spoke, his hair whitened another ring, and his mouth and tongue began to ulcerate.

Tushan Jiu was used to this, so she didn't answer Zhong Guangming's question.

Her hearing, far better than ordinary people's, had already picked up the sound of police sirens.

Indeed, before coming she had already sent a message to Zhang Xuefeng.

Illegal imprisonment; today that Gu Zong is caught in the act, and it's also evidence.

The Nan Cheng aristocracy has plenty of dirty secrets; after decades of cycles, it's time to change the water.

This time I won't say how clear the water will become, but at least it won't be so murky.

Of course, water that's too clear has no fish; this water for raising fish can't be completely clean.

Guangming Mental Hospital is merely a corner in the darkness.

And this Gu Zong is that 'chicken'.

The chicken used to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys.

After a while, Tushan Jiu met Zhang Xuefeng and Song Guogang.

They were already quite familiar with each other; after saying hello, they got to work.

After Song Guogang understood the situation, his face showed an unprecedented solemnity.

This matter involved too wide a scope; it was beyond their position to handle, so they could only gather evidence, bring the Gu Zong caught red-handed at the scene back to the bureau, and report back to Ren Hongtao.

The corpse of Zhong Guangming on the ground needed the Nan Cheng office to handle the procedures.

But Tushan Jiu didn't need to worry about these; if there were any problems, the office staff would come find her.

Jing Hangcheng was making a statement and had to cooperate with the investigation, because he had reported his father Jing Zhenzhou under his real name for raising evil spirits and producing inferior harmful incense.

Besides that, Jing Zhenzhou also illegally set up an underground casino and a silver trading venue.