Chapter 059: What Is His Name

I had no intention of letting Yu Nie leave the ancient temple alive.

Grandfather always said, "Strike a snake at its seven inches; hit a man at his pain point." The gunshot wounds on Yu Nie's right shoulder and leg were my primary targets.

Yet Yu Nie was not as easy to handle as I had imagined. Without resorting to sorcery, purely relying on close combat, if he hadn't been injured, I might not have been his match.

At this moment, Yu Nie had no heart to fight me. His gaze kept sweeping over He Chuan's body lying on the ground. I knew he intended to take He Chuan away.

A plan flashed through my mind. I charged at Yu Nie, feigning an attack. Then, with a sudden bend, I circled around his body, grabbed He Chuan’s hair with one hand, and dragged him aside, placing myself directly in front of the temple’s entrance.

"Yu Nie, as long as I’m here, you won’t walk out of this door today."

I cackled at him and reached out to close the temple’s heavy doors.

My eyes had fully adapted to the darkness by now. Though my vision wasn’t perfectly clear, I could still make out Yu Nie’s position.

I drew the high-powered flashlight from my waist and, suddenly, I switched it on right in Yu Nie’s face, then off again!

That flash, followed by darkness, would momentarily blind anyone. With blood and tears streaming from Yu Nie’s eyes, he was surely suffering.

Seizing the opportunity, I gripped the flashlight and smashed it directly at his head.

Yu Nie truly lived up to his reputation as the demon monk. He shut his eyes tightly, blocked the flashlight with one hand, and lashed out a punch toward my face.

I tilted my head aside, slipped behind him again, and from behind, wrapped him in a fierce bear hug.

"Ah!"

Trained by my grandfather since childhood, I became not only his heir, mastering the wild Maoshan arts, but also possessed considerable brute strength.

At that moment, I roared, muscles taut, and executed a deadlift, hoisting Yu Nie off the ground!

With his head aimed at the floor, I fell backward, dragging him down with me.

A muffled crash resounded.

I writhed on the ground, my back bruised by a stone, my scalp split open by another rock beneath me.

Panting hard, I turned to look at Yu Nie, motionless after the fall.

Had I killed him? Had I avenged Captain Cui?

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But in the next second, Yu Nie staggered to his feet as if nothing had happened. He shook his head, blood and grime obscuring his features.

He limped and swayed, unable to walk straight, as if he couldn’t see the path ahead.

He shook his head again, slapped his palm against it, and after catching his breath, glanced at me, who was just now rising.

Bent over, I shook my head and braced my hands against my knees. "Yu Nie, I won’t let you take He Chuan away."

Yu Nie said nothing, perhaps still reeling from the deadlift.

He tottered to He Chuan and helped him up once more.

"Yu Nie!"

I shouted, mustering all my strength, and rammed my body into him. "Mountain Push!"

Boom!

Yu Nie, already unsteady, was sent flying by my full force, crashing through the temple’s doors and landing outside.

I spat, walked over to He Chuan, and pressed my foot against his stomach.

Before I could speak, police sirens blared outside. I grinned at Yu Nie, "Now you can’t just take He Chuan—you can’t escape yourself!"

Yu Nie scanned his surroundings, then locked his gaze onto me. In the moonlight, I saw deep sorrow in his eyes.

He turned and disappeared into the darkness before Wang Zihao could arrive with his men.

It wasn’t that I didn’t chase him—my waist had just been injured by the stone, and I’d exerted myself to send Yu Nie flying.

I hadn’t expected such a large stone to bruise my waist.

Leaning against the temple’s doorframe, with He Chuan lying at my feet and chaos inside, I reflected: Captain Cui was dead, He Chuan had been captured, Yu Nie had escaped, and I was headed for the hospital.

My injuries weren’t critical—just a hurt waist. The doctor told me to rest in bed for a few days, and the wound on my scalp needed only a tetanus shot and some simple bandaging.

After barely two hours in the hospital, I gritted my teeth and made my way to the police station.

At the entrance, I ran into Wang Zihao, his eyes red and swollen as he emerged.

He had clearly just cried, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

Seeing me, he was surprised. "Jiang Huai? Why aren’t you resting in the hospital?"

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I forced a bitter smile. "I wanted to see Captain Cui..."

Wang Zihao glanced at me, silent for a moment. "Rest assured, we’ll take care of Captain Cui. Your main task now is to recover. I’ll come to take your statement soon."

I opened my mouth, looked at him, but didn’t insist. I simply nodded. "Alright."

"Oh, right..." I looked up at Wang Zihao. "Can you tell me Captain Cui’s name?"

I smiled bitterly. "I still don’t know what he’s called."

Wang Zihao looked at me, tears quietly slipping down his cheeks to the ground. "Cui Tongsheng."

Cui Tongsheng...

I murmured the name, nodded to Wang Zihao, and, bent over, began my slow walk back to the hospital.

After a dozen steps, I glanced back. It seemed as if Captain Cui was still waiting for me downstairs, waving and asking why I’d only just arrived.

I looked up at the sky and whispered, "Yu Nie."

"Bah..."

I spat on the ground, swearing to myself that I would find Yu Nie!

My most urgent task now was to rest and recover.

But less than three hours after returning to the hospital, Wang Zihao appeared at my bedside.

He had come to take my statement. I recounted the night's events in detail. As he wrote, his hands trembled.

"In the end, Yu Nie escaped, and then you all arrived."

Wang Zihao swallowed, then said, "He Chuan’s awake. He’s upstairs—I’ve already spoken to him. He says he doesn’t know Yu Nie..."

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