False evidence

Chapter 70 Loss of Control (Part )

"The father is named Li Si, and the son is also named Li Si?" I found myself becoming interested in Kumu Hall without realizing it.

"This is the rule of the Drywood Hall. Actually, it's not just me. For example, my senior brother's grandfather was named Chen San. When his father took over the Drywood Hall, he changed his name to Chen San. Now that my senior brother has taken over the Drywood Hall, he is also named Chen San. Heh, you might not believe it, but none of us brothers know each other's real names. However, our ancestor has a very deep relationship with our Li family, so I won't hide it from him."

As Li Tao spoke, he pointed to the business card in my hand:
"If you encounter any minor troubles, feel free to call me. But let me make it clear, Kumu Hall always charges very high fees, so if you can't afford the payment, then don't contact me."

After saying that, he turned to look at Chen Zudao.

Chen Zudao's gaze never left me, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he pointed to a wall without turning around.

Hanging on the wall is a scroll painting of a lady, which looks to be quite old.

I am a complete novice when it comes to antiques and calligraphy. All I saw was Li Tao take down the scroll, carefully put it away, and thank Chen Zudao repeatedly as if he had found a priceless treasure.

As he left, Bai Jing let out a long sigh.

Later, I casually mentioned the painting to her and asked how much it was worth. She quoted an amount that shocked me so much I almost drove my car into a tree…

Bai Jing told me that I was originally quite badly injured, but not enough to be unconscious for a whole night. Chen Zudao called Li Tao, who could have woken me up immediately. But Li Tao said that would make me lose my voice. So while administering medication, he used his own method to let me sleep peacefully through the night, ensuring I wouldn't suffer any lasting effects.

After hearing her explanation and looking at Chen Zudao, I couldn't help but feel angry again.

Just as I was about to do something, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

It seems like I wanted to kill him as soon as I woke up.

This is never normal.

Chen Zudao lost control after drinking, but at one point, I seemed to be even more out of control than him…

After this incident, I disliked Chen Zudao even more. Even after drinking the medicine Li Tao gave me, I still didn't want to talk to him and only nodded to Bai Jing.
"You tricked me once, but you also saved my life. We're even now. I don't want to ask anything more, and you don't need to care whether I live or die anymore. Let's leave it at that."

Bai Jing looked at me with suspicion: "When did I save you?"

I chuckled: "Do I really have to spell it out for you? If you hadn't intervened yesterday, this old madman would have crushed me to death."

Bai Jing looked even more bewildered: "Have you forgotten what happened last night?"

Seeing that she wasn't joking, I asked, "Didn't you save me?"

Bai Jing shook her head: "At that time, the ancestor had completely lost control of himself. Even if I wanted to save you, I couldn't."

"That was..." I really can't remember what happened after that.

Bai Jing looked at Chen Zudao, but her eyes were looking down.

I instinctively followed her gaze and was immediately taken aback.

Chen Zudao was still wearing yesterday's clothes, with his shorts down and his legs outstretched, his knees even had splints on.

I asked, "What exactly happened? Who broke his leg?"

Chen Zudao suddenly said to me, "Little brother, you're still angry with me. That's right, I almost killed you. Even if you broke my legs, or even took my life, it would have been justified."

"I'll break your legs?"

I suddenly realized that there was more grammatical error in his words than just this: "Younger brother? What younger brother?"

Chen Zudao didn't say anything more, he just looked at me with a sad smile on his lips.

Bai Jing frowned, beckoned to me, and gestured for me to stand up.

I got out of bed and walked up to her when she suddenly made a gesture towards me.

Before I could figure out what her action meant, she grabbed my wrists with one hand each, and at the same time, she jumped nearly a meter into the air with both feet off the ground.

"What exactly do you want to say? Just say it!" I was extremely irritated, and my throat hurt terribly.

"You saved your own life, but you were too ruthless!" Bai Jing suddenly showed anger. "Don't tell me you have amnesia!"

"Stop talking nonsense...cough cough cough..."

My anxiety made Chen Zudao even more anxious.

His legs couldn't bend, but he reached out and grabbed me, forcefully pulling me back onto the bed, his voice trembling with tears as he said:
"Don't get angry, and please don't hurt yourself anymore. If Bai Yatou won't tell me, I will! I'll tell you everything!"

He didn't mince words; he summed up the events of last night in just a few words.

I was stunned; he seemed to be telling a fairy tale.

According to Chen Zudao, he was indeed acting strangely at the time.

But he immediately regained consciousness after I made a movement.

What I did was roughly the same as the first thing Bai Jing did to me.

That is—I opened my mouth and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm right in Chen Zudao's face!

I was lifted into the air by Chen Zudao, and the phlegm was spat right onto one of his eyes.

He immediately woke up and let go, which saved my life.

"A single spit of phlegm woke you up?"

I shook my head repeatedly, "Then what happened to your leg?"

Chen Zudao smiled wryly: "It seems you really haven't remembered what happened before."

He leaned forward and tentatively asked, "Don't you remember how we met that day?"

I couldn't help but frown.

He hurriedly waved his hands, "If you don't remember, you don't remember. Don't worry about it. I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

As he continued his story, I was speechless once again.

It turns out that spitting phlegm into his eye was just the first move. What followed was an extremely violent counterattack.

Chen Zudao's eyes were blurred with bloody phlegm, which made him much more awake. Realizing that I would die in an instant, his first reaction was to quickly let go.

But as soon as he loosened his grip, I grabbed his wrists.

The next second, I did something similar to what Bai Jing had just done.

Chen Zudao's outstretched arms are like parallel bars.

I grabbed his arm, dangling him in mid-air, my legs and waist curled up into a ball, and then I kicked out with both feet, slamming them hard into his knees.

No matter how capable Chen Zudao is, he is still just a human being.

My kneecaps are already weak, and not only did I use all my strength, but my legs also became stiff and tense due to the collapse.

The two kicks landed simultaneously, instantly breaking both of his legs.

"How is this possible... how is this possible..." I couldn't help but shake my head repeatedly.

Bai Jing looked at me with a puzzled expression again. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her face changed color, and she seemed to want to speak.

However, before she could speak, Chen Zudao spoke first:
"You really hate me, and that's to be expected, because not only have you not remembered the past, but I almost killed you. I was drunk last night, but when you spat at me, I immediately sobered up. Heh, remember when we first met, you used the same trick on me."

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