Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 182 - 158 Yao Zhenbang Paralyzed, Zhou Ping’an Alters Appearance (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

Chapter 182: Chapter 158 Yao Zhenbang Paralyzed, Zhou Ping’an Alters Appearance (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

This looks like the symptoms of a stroke.

But having a broken arm is only an external injury, once it’s set, it’s set. The key is in how well it recovers afterward.

It doesn’t have too much impact on the internal parts of the body.

The scene before them, however, overturned everyone in the first group’s understanding.

The only parts that could move were the eyes and mouth. If it couldn’t be cured, living like this would be more painful than death itself.

Thinking this, several people shivered in unison.

...

"Lock him up for further interrogation? Interrogate, interrogate what?"

Zhou Ping’an wore a slight smile as he checked the time on his phone, thinking to himself that Yao Zhenbang should have received his little "gift" by now.

The notoriety of killing a colleague.

Whoever wants to bear it, let them bear it.

Anyways, Zhou Ping’an wasn’t too keen on striking back directly under so many watchful eyes and killing Yao Zhenbang.

Even though the other man had already shot at him.

He didn’t want to publicly tarnish his image by appearing brutal.

Who wouldn’t like to associate with someone around them who is good-natured and leaves some room for feelings?

What’s more, Captain Wang Yulin had spoken.

Of course, he got what he wished for.

However, some deeds, once done, cannot be undone.

Death could be exempted, but the penalty for living wrongs was not easily forgiven.

It’s just unknown whether Yao Zhenbang would enjoy this kind of life.

Better to live poorly than die well, lying in bed all day long, unable to move, having someone to take care of your every need, must be nice, right?

As Zhou Ping’an thought this way, he no longer paid attention to Yao Zhenbang’s situation.

The Ninth Turning of Wave Subduing Blade Gentle Strength, sneaked deep into the body, and could be saved before it erupted.

Once it acted, shattering the spine and meridians, damaging even the most minute parts.

Forget about the second-rate surgery doctors, even if a group of experts from the True Qi Realm came, there would be nothing they could do.

Destruction is easy, but rebuilding is difficult.

He didn’t believe that among the modern medical experts who couldn’t even find or acknowledge the meridians, there would be anyone who could cure such a "strange disease."

Of course, using the Life and Death Impermanence Needle Technique to infuse a vast amount of life energy, allowing Yao Zhenbang’s body to self-repair, could theoretically slowly nurse him back to health.

But would he do such a thing?

"Heh heh..."

Soon, the phone rang.

As expected, Tang Tang, with her peculiar tone, told him about what happened at the First People’s Hospital. She didn’t harbor any suspicion.

No need to doubt it anymore.

Even, Zhou Ping’an could confirm from her tone that his senior sister had basically guessed that the incidents involving Yao Zhenbang were his doing.

It was good that she guessed.

Zhou Ping’an smiled, feeling extremely relieved.

In his mind, there was a sudden jolt, and without even using the Mind Wish Power Silk Threads, his soul seemed to become much clearer.

He could sense the spiritual power around him up to seventeen or eighteen meters away, and without realizing it, he continued to extend it outward.

He closed his eyes and meditated silently, only to find that his spiritual power had suddenly become much stronger at that moment, almost clear enough to sense the ants on the pomegranate tree outside the yard.

The little ant was painstakingly moving its antennae, struggling with a grain of rice it had pilfered from somewhere.

Under the pitch-black night, no one knew there was a small creature that hadn’t rested at night, still working hard.

...

At dawn, sunlight spilled over the open doorway of the Third Group’s office.

It was clearly good weather.

But all the team members who had just rushed in to work were silent, creating a pressure so low it was frightening.

The fax Xiao Qin received was the reason for their sour moods.

"Uncle Wu, you’re familiar with the team leader, could you ask if this is really true?"

Ouyang Qin couldn’t stand the oppressive atmosphere and asked Wu Shi timidly.

"No need to ask, it’s definitely true."

Wu Shi’s expression was quite calm though.

Ever since his daughter Lele recovered from her illness, he seemed to have experienced sudden enlightenment overnight, becoming detached from desires and demands.

The heavy pressure had vanished.

He felt that no matter how big the storm, he was not afraid; after all, it was just a fight to the death.

In the eyes of many, the area outside the city might be considered a dragon’s den and a tiger’s lair, but he didn’t think so. Those little dangers wouldn’t be enough to stop the new team leader.

That person was too incredible.

You could never tell what other skills he might be hiding.

A mission that seemed life-threatening to these people might not be so dangerous after all.

"What are you all standing around for? Don’t we have work to do? Until the team leader says otherwise, get on with your tasks..."

Wu Shi shouted without saying much else.

He was just a bit puzzled.

Logically speaking, having just taken the position of team leader, even if he didn’t want to ’burn bridges’ as a new official, he should at least show up for appearances.

To establish authority, assign tasks, and look towards the future—a.k.a. ’paint the pie.’

Skipping all this could undermine morale.

...

Zhou Ping’an was unaware that people in the Third Group were waiting for him to boost their morale.

He hadn’t planned on going to work at all.

After getting up, he went out to buy breakfast, watched Zhou Lan leave for school full of energy, and after his mother started fussing with a few plants, he casually left the villa. Taking a few turns, he reached a secluded corner, changed his clothes, circulated his Qi-Blood, and exercised his muscles and bones.

With a series of light ’clicks,’ his height shrunk a whole ten centimeters, and the handsomeness in his eyes and brows, along with the drooping corners of his eyes and subtle shifts in his bone structure, turned him into an expressionless ’lost’ young man.

He looked just like those ordinary workers whose backs life had bent, lacking any vigor.

Putting on a jacket and jeans, carrying a travel bag, and donning a duckbill cap.

Zhou Ping’an looked at himself in a small mirror.

He dared to say that even if his mother was standing in front of him, if he kept silent, she might not recognize him.

He hailed a cab and arrived at Minghu Square.

There he saw a sea of people.

Zhou Ping’an even spotted some socialites and many familiar faces that he had seen at last night’s banquet.

Not far ahead, dozens of special police security officers were on duty.

Wang Yulin was accompanying a woman, standing on a temporary stage set up on the square.

That woman, with a gentle smile and looking spirited, was about to start her speech.

’Great, not too early, not too late, just on time. Last night you all prepared a big play for me; today, I’ve also prepared a big play for you. The question is, can you handle it...’

With a soft chuckle in his throat, Zhou Ping’an, like those idle onlookers there for the spectacle, waved the colored flag in his hand and shouted along a couple of times.

Waiting for the big play to start.

...

The foundation-laying Chapters aren’t very thrilling, but what comes next will be one climax after another, a crazy onslaught.

Asking all the bosses, support with Monthly Passes at the very least.