People are devouring everything; I have a bucket list.

"You're awake. The surgery was a success, but you need to be careful in the days to come."

As soon as Zhang Haobai woke up, he heard a bald, middle-aged doctor in a white coat talking incoherently beside him.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haobai simply turned his head and glanced at the doctor:

Where's my dad?

The doctor paused for a moment, looking hesitant, unsure how to tell Zhang Haobai about his father.

Just then, a knocking sound came from the door.

Two security personnel in black uniforms barged in and showed the doctor the following documents:

"The rest of the matter will be handled by our security bureau."

Hearing this, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Zhang Haobai and, out of a sense of responsibility, added, "The patient cannot be subjected to too much stimulation right now."

"We'll try our best."

After saying this, the doctor sighed and turned to leave.

Upon seeing the security personnel who had intruded, Zhang Haobai's face paled, as if he had realized something:

"Are you here to arrest me?"

Upon hearing this, the two security personnel exchanged a glance.

One person pulled up a chair, sat down, took out a notebook and pen, and began to take notes.

One person said to Zhang Haobai with a blank expression:

"Zhang Haobai, you've been exposed."

"The security bureau has all the evidence. If you confess now, you may have a chance for leniency."

Zhang Haobai is terrified, especially by the flame-wielding man who came to his door; he is still filled with fear.

So upon hearing what the security personnel said, he instinctively raised his hand, ready to confess:

"I'll tell you everything!"

However, when he raised his hand, he looked at the part of his body that should have been his palm.

Now, all that remains are cylinders wrapped in bandages.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Haobai was immediately stunned:

"Wait, where's my hand?"

He looked closely upon hearing the sound and was shocked to find that his leg was gone too.

"My legs, where are my legs?!"

Seeing this, the staff exchanged glances, then said coldly:

"Use V1 type sedative."

Before Zhang Haobai could respond, a staff member promptly injected an acupuncture needle into his arm.

Zhang Haobai struggled for more than ten seconds, and finally, his expression became empty and increasingly indifferent, as if all his emotions had been stripped away.

Seeing this, the security personnel breathed a sigh of relief and continued the interrogation:

"I ask, you answer? Is that acceptable?"

Zhang Haobai nodded, his expression indifferent.

Subsequently, under questioning by security personnel, Zhang Haobai recounted his actions in fits and starts.

This includes the idea of ​​beating up Luo Hongguo on a whim, and the thought process at the time when he hired someone to break Luo Feng's hand and foot in the detention center.

Then came the key questions from the security personnel: the reasons for hiring someone to target Xiao Yang, and what he saw when the Zhang family villa was attacked.

The security bureau staff listened and took notes, and the more they took notes, the stranger their expressions became.

"Is it because Luo Feng is a peasant, but his martial arts achievements are higher than mine, that he's jealous of me for not giving him face?"

"Just because someone hit you, you want to break their arms and legs?"

"Because Xiao Yang reminded Luo Feng, causing his family to lose an extra 50 million yuan, he wanted to teach him a lesson and let him know that not everyone in this society can be messed with?"

"What on earth is all this?"

At this moment, the staff of the security bureau all felt that Zhang Zelong had been wronged and died.

No wonder his last message was that kind of message; he really had a terrible son.

At this moment, the security personnel standing nearby tried hard to keep a straight face and started recording with a specially made phone:

Are you sure that all of the above statements are true and accurate?

"I'm sure." Zhang Haobai said calmly, his eyes vacant. "These are all my thoughts. My dad doesn't know anything about these things."

Upon hearing this, the two security personnel exchanged a glance, then breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, saying:

"Alright, review complete. For the next six months, you are not allowed to leave Jiangnan Base City. You will need to report your weekly activities to the local security bureau every week..."

Looking at Zhang Haobai's crippled state, the security personnel's lips twitched, and they said:

"Alright, we'll arrange for someone to come and verify the situation every Tuesday. We'll need your cooperation then."

After saying that, the security personnel immediately prepared to leave.

At this moment, as the effects of the drug gradually wore off, Zhang Haobai regained some composure and twitched the corner of his mouth, saying:

"Could you help me contact my dad? If not, my mom will do too."

Upon hearing this, the security personnel exchanged glances, thought for a moment, and then one of them walked over, took out his phone, dialed the number of Zhang Haobai's mother whom he had interrogated earlier, and then put it to Zhang Haobai's ear.

Zhang Haobai struggled for a moment, then wriggled his body and moved closer to the phone.

The phone beeped a few times before it connected.

Then, a cautious, weary female voice rang out:

"Officer, is there anything else you want to ask?"

At this moment, Zhang Haobai couldn't help but shout:

"mom!"

On the other end of the phone, the woman's tone immediately rose:

"How dare you call me?"

"You beast, how dare you make this call?"

"Let me tell you, you killed my husband. All the money in the house was given to Ah Hu's martial arts brothers, and the bank has started withdrawing the company's loans. Because of you, I have nothing left!!"

"ah?!!"

"I have nothing left, you know that?!"

"How many times have I told you not to follow your Uncle Hu's example? Don't follow his example! He's a martial artist; he can break the law and get away with it, but you'll get into trouble. How many times have I told you? Huh? How many times have I told you? Did you hear me?"

Zhang Haobai's face turned deathly pale, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

On the phone, the woman screamed and hurled insults for a while before gradually calming down.

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

"You can use your insurance to pay for the medical expenses. I won't give you anything. I'm going to remarry soon, so just pretend I never existed."

"And another thing, if you want to atone for your sins, then you'd better live properly, live like trash!"

I wish you a long and healthy life!

"beep--!"

The phone hangs up.

Zhang Haobai's eyes were empty again, but this time, it wasn't because of the drugs, but because of the future.

His father died, his mother didn't care about him, and he was disabled with no hands or feet. How was he going to live in the future?

How is he supposed to live?

Zhang Haobai didn't understand, and the security bureau personnel, seeing this, didn't say anything, but simply took their phones, turned around and left, giving him a quiet place.

However, before leaving, the security personnel reminded him to have a doctor watch over him to prevent him from committing suicide.

Zhang Haobai laughed self-deprecatingly. Suicide? Well, he'd need hands to commit suicide.

In his current condition, anyone could manipulate him; it would be difficult for him to commit suicide!

Thinking of this, Zhang Haobai cried, sobbing uncontrollably:

"Who on earth is responsible for me becoming like this?!"

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Mingyue Community, Extreme Martial Arts School Branch.

While Zhang Haobai was crying in his hospital bed.

Wu Tong and Xiao Yang stood in front of the punching power tester, smiling.

"3579 kilograms! Great! That's almost 2500 kilograms more than the last quasi-martial artist assessment!"

"A genius, an absolute genius!"

"Xiao Yang, you've hit the jackpot with this investment!!"

Although Luo Feng had already tested his punching power in the training room of Xiao Yang's villa, he still showed delight when he heard Wu Tong say this.

"Chief Instructor Wu, can I sign the special contract for Extreme Martial Arts Academy now?"

"Of course!" Wu Tong said without hesitation, "Luo Feng, with your level of progress, if it were reported up to the authorities, it would definitely be a top-tier contract."

"Alright, I'll call Manager Zhuge right now and have him come over to verify this personally."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yang, who had remained calm, suddenly frowned and turned to look at the door of the training room.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and thick eyebrows, dressed in a black training uniform, strode in, leading Zhuge Tao, Jiang Nian, and other high-ranking members of the Extreme Martial Arts Academy.

"No need for that."

"Since there's a talented newcomer, let's test him together."

Upon seeing this person who had suddenly appeared, Luo Feng couldn't help but glance at Xiao Yang, only to find that Xiao Yang was also frowning and deep in thought.

You don't even know Brother Xiao?

Just as Luo Feng was surprised, Wu Tong stood up straight with a look of fear on his face, saluted and shouted:

"Inspector Bao, what brings you here in person?"

At this moment, Bao Zheng glanced at Wu Tong, then turned his gaze to Xiao Yang:

"Xiao Yang, I am Bao Zheng, the Jiangnan Inspector of the Limitless Martial Arts Academy. I'm here to verify your situation and approve your 'special contract'!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yang smiled:

"I couldn't ask for more!"