The Young Urban Doctor

Chapter 152: Turning Black into White

Chapter 152: Turning Black into White

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In the surveillance center of the KTV, a few people were zooming in on monitors to watch a fierce fight that had just taken place.

Luo Ziling effortlessly knocked down three young troublemakers and then flipped over a dozen well-known figures from the underworld nearby, as well as all the security guards on duty today. The individuals watching the surveillance video were immediately stunned, their eyes bulging in shock.

“Mr. Li, this kid is tough to handle, he managed to take down all of us by himself, and we’re out of options,” a burly man said with residual fear to the handsome young man sitting next to him, “With such skilled combat abilities, he must have something to rely on. Look at how decisive he is when he acts, not reactive but proactive, without any hesitation, not afraid of causing trouble. He is not an easy target, looks like I won’t be able to teach him a lesson for you.”

The handsome young man had seen the whole process, equally astonished and wide-eyed, he stood up dispiritedly and asked the burly man in a low voice, “Chao Ge, what should we do now?”

“Let’s leave it to the police, let them deal with him,” the burly man replied without hesitation, “No matter how bold he is or who he relies on, he wouldn’t dare to attack the police. Once he’s at the police station, you can have someone inside give him a lesson. Deal with him severely on the charge of assaulting an officer before his backup takes action, and make him suffer.”

As he spoke, the burly man patted the handsome young man’s shoulder, adding with deep meaning, “You’re good at handling this kind of thing. The deputy chief of the district bureau is quite familiar with your dad, he’ll definitely do you a favor as long as you ask.”

The handsome young man hadn’t responded when the burly man suddenly cried out in alarm.

On the enlarged surveillance screen, the fallen head of security pulled a gun out of his pocket and aimed it at Luo Ziling.

The surveillance video had no audio, so one couldn’t hear the sound, but one could guess what was happening from the security chief’s behavior.

“This stupid pig, actually drawing a gun,” the burly man immediately got angry, grabbing the walkie-talkie from the table and roaring uncontrollably, “Li Jianming, do you have a death wish? The police are on their way, and your men dare to pull out a gun? Stop that idiot now!”

After finishing his rant, he threw the walkie-talkie aside, still furious as he said to the handsome young man, “Mr. Li, I need to go over there. These idiots, not using their brains when doing things. The police will be here any minute, and if they see a gun, it’s going to be a different matter entirely.”

Without waiting for a response from the handsome young man, he rushed out of the surveillance room.

Before leaving, he ordered the person monitoring the surveillance to edit the fight video, to cut out the part where the security chief drew his gun.

At the scene of the fight, Luo Ziling, when faced with the muzzle of a handgun, only stiffened for a fraction of a second before reacting.

Without waiting for the other party to pull the trigger or make another move, he kicked a baton lying on the ground into the air, aiming a forceful kick at the gun-wielding security chief’s hand, and at the same time leaped swiftly to the side, ready to use a nearby column to dodge any possible gunfire.

Luo Ziling firmly remembered his grandfather’s teachings, which was that no matter how fast a person is, they can’t outrun a bullet. If faced with an armed opponent, the priority is to disarm the gun from their hand or seize it, ensuring one hundred percent to avoid any bullets fired.

Last time, when he faced off against Li Dongjun’s bodyguards, he had taken the correct measures, and this time was no different.

He didn’t dare to race against the bullets, because if he couldn’t outrun them, it would be game over.

The baton he kicked flew true to direction, striking almost exactly on the hand of the security chief, the un-safetied phone dropping to the ground with a “thud” almost simultaneously with the baton.

Seeing that someone had drawn a gun, Cao Jianhui became a bit petrified, frozen in place.

Only after seeing Luo Ziling decisively knock the gun from the opponent’s hand did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He felt his legs go weak and couldn’t help but sit down on the ground.

Luo Ziling, who dodged out of the way, also saw the other party’s gun knocked away and immediately launched another attack. Stepping over several security guards struggling to get up, he kicked the security captain who was about to pick up the gun, sending him flying.

With that kick, he had used most of his strength, and the poor security captain was sent soaring into the air, landing five meters away.

The onlookers, frightened when the security captain drew his weapon, scattered in an instant, with no one daring to stand by and watch.

After kicking the security captain away, Luo Ziling immediately advanced, stepped on the gun that had flown aside, and prepared to pick it up.

“Ziling, don’t you dare pick up the gun,” Cao Jianhui jumped up from the ground and bellowed with a thick voice, “Don’t pick it up, or you’ll be in big trouble!”

Hearing Cao Jianhui’s shout, Luo Ziling hesitated for a moment and finally didn’t pick up the gun.

“If you pick up the gun, you’ll leave your fingerprints on it. They’ll accuse you of using the gun, and you won’t be able to clear your name,” afraid that Luo Ziling didn’t understand, Cao Jianhui hurried to his side and quickly explained.

Luo Ziling listened and found it quite sensible, dropping the idea of taking the gun and just kicking it aside.

Originally, he had thought about picking up the gun and keeping it, planning to learn how to shoot from Lin Lan later.

Lin Lan kept a gun on her, occasionally taking it out to threaten him, which he found quite impressive.

He really wanted a gun of his own, so he could pull it out and threaten someone when displeased, saving the trouble of using fists and feet.

Today, someone was giving him a gun, which he thought was a perfect opportunity to take it.

After listening to Cao Jianhui, he realized that things were not so simple.

Guns are regulated weapons and cannot be held illegally. If someone draws one in public, it would mean big trouble.

At that moment, the sound of urgent police sirens approached, and soon several policemen with many auxiliary officers rushed into the KTV.

Seeing the police come in, both Cao Jianhui and Luo Ziling breathed a sigh of relief.

But before they could step forward to explain the situation, a stout man burst out from nowhere, rushed to the police, and spoke with a terrified voice, “Comrade police, today a group of people caused trouble here, there were about a dozen of them. I don’t know what happened, they just started fighting, knocking so many people to the ground. Our security tried to step in to mediate, and they were all knocked down too.”

After a pause, he pointed to the pistol on the ground, “They even tried to snatch the legally carried pistol of our security captain.”

Hearing the stout man’s accusatory narrative, Luo Ziling and Cao Jianhui were dumbfounded.

What kind of world was this? How could people turn the truth upside down, cast them as the attackers, and falsely accuse them of attempting to seize a gun?