Chapter 21

Seeing that Mo Zhitao was so calm, the chief stopped his hand and did not hit him. Wasn't it supposed to be half an hour? He would wait for half an hour to see what would happen. If nothing happened, he would definitely beat Mo Zhitao until he signed the confession. Once Mo Zhitao signed, they could send his case to the prosecutor for indictment.

The chief walked outside and saw a police officer standing outside the toilet. He couldn't help but ask, "Why are you standing there?"

"Chief, both toilets are occupied. I can only wait to use the toilet," the police officer said, covering his lower body.

He was very anxious and could hardly hold it any longer.

"Just wait a bit, they will be done soon," the chief said.

"It's not that. After those two guys came out of the detention room, they ran into the toilet and haven't come out. It's been almost half an hour," the police officer said with a pained expression.

It turned out that the two police officers believed Mo Zhitao. They heard that they would have diarrhea within half an hour, so they ran to the toilet to avoid making a scene.

"Pfft... pfft..." Someone let out a very smelly fart. The police officer immediately covered his nose, "Damn, who let out that stinky fart? It sounds like someone is pooping."

The chief's face turned red. The fart was his, or rather, the poop was his. He had already pooped on the spot and felt his pants were all wet. He had lost control of his bowels and bladder. The chief didn't dare to stay there and hurried back to his rest room to change his clothes.

When the chief came out, the two police officers were whispering, "That Mo Zhitao is terrifying. We really had diarrhea for half an hour. I wonder if the chief had it too. If we keep having diarrhea every half an hour, we won't last long."

"Yeah, I already took medicine to prevent diarrhea, but it didn't work at all," the police officer nodded.

Seeing the chief come out, he hurriedly said, "Chief, our stomachs are uncomfortable. We need to take leave to go to the hospital."

"Okay, go ahead."

The chief also wanted to see if the two police officers would get better after going to the hospital. If they got better, he would definitely deal with Mo Zhitao. If they didn't, he would have to think of a solution.

Mo Zhitao had said that without his treatment, they would die from diarrhea.

Another half an hour passed, and the chief, who was squatting in the toilet, finally realized that Mo Zhitao was right. He had diarrhea again after half an hour, and it came unexpectedly, all at once. The chief quickly called the two police officers.

"How are you? Are you still having diarrhea?"

"Chief, save us! We are having diarrhea again. Even with the IV, it's still happening. I just pooped in the hospital. I'm not getting an IV anymore. I need to find Mo Zhitao to save us," the police officer said fearfully.

Now he was covered in filth. If this continued, they would be in big trouble.

The chief now believed in Mo Zhitao's power and hurriedly put on his clothes to find Mo Zhitao, "Mo Zhitao, I'm here."

The chief smiled obsequiously when he saw Mo Zhitao.

"Chief, you're going to die from this illness soon," Mo Zhitao said coldly.

The chief didn't dare to say more and unlocked Mo Zhitao's handcuffs, "Mo Zhitao, please let me go. I won't target you anymore."

"Why did you target me? What's going on?" Mo Zhitao was puzzled why a pockmarked face could make the chief listen to him.

"I, I was wrong. I won't do it again," the chief shook his head, not daring to reveal Lei Yuanfeng.

"If that's the case, you're just waiting to die," Mo Zhitao closed his eyes indifferently, now in control.

"Right, I almost forgot to tell you. The district party secretary, He Huaming, asked me to treat his daughter. If anything happens to me, you will be held responsible."

The chief's head ached. He had kissed up to the wrong person. If he had known Mo Zhitao knew the district party secretary, he wouldn't have dared to provoke him. Not just himself, even the district police chief wouldn't dare to provoke He Huaming.

"Doctor Mo, don't hold a grudge. Please let me go. I was wrong," the chief said.

"If you don't tell me, forget it. You're just waiting to die. Also, let me tell you, this illness can't be detected by others. Even if you say I did it, there's no evidence," Mo Zhitao said.

The chief believed Mo Zhitao. The two police officers had said the doctors didn't know what was wrong with them, and the IV didn't help. The doctors, seeing their constant incontinence, advised them to go to the city or provincial hospital for further examination.

"I'll tell you. It was Deputy Chief Lei Yuanfeng who ordered us to do this. We heard you offended Young Master Luo, and we are also victims. Don't say I told you," the chief confessed to save his life.

"Young Master Luo?" Mo Zhitao frowned, "Who is he? Did I offend him? What's his name?"

"Young Master Luo is Luo Dakan, the heir of Luo Li Group," the chief said.

After Chief Li Xiong said this, Mo Zhitao understood what was going on. Luo Dakan wanted to deal with him, and it seemed Li Xiong was just a small fry, with bigger fish behind him.

"How should we handle this?" Mo Zhitao knew that mentioning He Huaming might not help, so he decided to play it safe.

"Doctor Mo, I can only release you for now. The surveillance footage has been deleted, and I can't do anything about it," Li Xiong said with a pained expression. "The pockmarked face is being handled by Deputy Chief Lei, and I can't help you."

"Alright, help me get the confession ready, and I'll leave," Mo Zhitao nodded. He didn't want to be passive and decided to take the initiative to resolve this conspiracy.

Li Xiong said, "How should I deal with my illness? If it happens every half an hour, I can't help you."

Mo Zhitao took out a needle and poked Li Xiong a few times, "Chief, I'll change it to once a day. If my problem isn't resolved in three days, you'll continue to have diarrhea, and I won't help you."

Li Xiong regretted it. If he had known Mo Zhitao was so powerful, he wouldn't have provoked him. Now he could only pray that Mo Zhitao was fine, or he would be in trouble if the illness continued.

The two police officers also returned, and they received the same treatment as Li Xiong, with the illness occurring once a day. The police officers, seeing Mo Zhitao leave, said to Li Xiong with pained expressions, "Chief, what should we do? Deputy Chief Lei wants to nail Mo Zhitao. If Mo Zhitao is in trouble, we will be too."

"Alas, what can we do? When the gods fight, the little devils suffer. I'll call Deputy Chief Lei and tell him Mo Zhitao has left," Li Xiong called Lei Yuanfeng.

"Li Xiong, did that kid confess everything?" Lei Yuanfeng smiled sinisterly.

"Deputy Chief Lei, no. Mo Zhitao has connections with Secretary He Huaming. We have no evidence, so we had to release him," Li Xiong didn't dare to mention being coerced by Mo Zhitao.

"Li Xiong, you bastard, why did you release him?" Lei Yuanfeng roared.

"Deputy Chief Lei, we have no choice. There's no evidence that he started the fight, and we can't arrest him based on the pockmarked face's testimony," Li Xiong said.

"Didn't your people see Mo Zhitao holding an iron pipe?" Lei Yuanfeng said.

"That was after the fight. There's no evidence that he started it. Moreover, there were over ten of the pockmarked face's people, and only one Mo Zhitao. It doesn't make sense," Li Xiong said.

"Mo Zhitao said he's not feeling well and needs to go to the hospital."

"Good one, Li Xiong." Lei Yuanfeng angrily hung up.

He thought Li Xiong wouldn't dare to get involved once he heard about Mo Zhitao's connection to He Huaming. But with Luo Dakan's family's power, He Huaming was nothing.

Mo Zhitao walked down the street, feeling a bit dizzy. The police had beaten him with batons, and he hadn't felt much at the time, but now he felt pain and discomfort in his head.

Mo Zhitao took a motorcycle back to his place and walked upstairs. As he just climbed the stairs, a dark figure in the shadows was watching him, seemingly following him.

After taking a shower, Mo Zhitao felt his body heating up, and the pain from the beating was getting worse.

Mo Zhitao quickly took out a needle and poked the Neiguan point, reducing the pain. Why is my body so resilient? It wasn't like this before. Could it be an effect of the soul crossing over? Mo Zhitao couldn't figure it out. These past few days, his body would heat up after he took a shower at home. But it didn't hurt before, probably because of the beating today.

When Mo Zhitao fell asleep, his body turned red, and he passed out.

At that moment, a dark figure floated in through the window. As it flew to Mo Zhitao's bed, it moved its fingers, and several streams of energy struck Mo Zhitao's body. If Mo Zhitao were awake, he would be very surprised. The dark figure was using the Qi-pointing technique from the Yin-Yang Medical Canon, similar to using Qi to apply needles.

Seeing that Mo Zhitao was knocked out, the dark figure muttered to itself, "Strange, why isn't this kid dead? His body is special. So many people beat him, and he's fine? And his body is turning red, but he's fine during the day. Could it be the effect of the Vajra Dragon Snake in his body?"

The dark figure stood by, studying the changes in Mo Zhitao's body. It had been watching Mo Zhitao for a few days and couldn't resist coming in to examine him closely due to his unusual strength.

Mo Zhitao didn't know how long the dark figure studied him. When he woke up the next day, he found that he wasn't feverish, and his body didn't hurt, as if nothing had happened the previous day.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong with my body?" Mo Zhitao, though skilled in medicine, found it difficult to diagnose himself. His current condition was also very puzzling.

It seems I should take some time to visit my former teacher, Li Guangke, in the province to see what's wrong with me, Mo Zhitao thought to himself.