My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 75

“Heh heh heh heh…”

The shadowy figure’s laughter was raspy and eerie, as if something were lodged in its throat.

Suddenly, it lunged forward—appearing right in front of Lin Hai in an instant—and lashed out with a clawed hand aimed straight at his face.

Holy shit!

Lin Hai jerked his head aside just in time. The dark claws grazed past his ear with a sharp whoosh of wind.

Too close! Cold sweat drenched his back.

This bastard is fast.

No time to think. Lin Hai scrambled backward, trying to put distance between them.

But the shadow was quicker. Mid-lunge, its clawed hand shifted into a fist, hurtling toward Lin Hai’s chest.

His stomach dropped.

Can’t dodge!

Fine. If he was going down, he’d drag this bastard with him.

Lin Hai abandoned evasion and swung his own fist straight at the shadow’s torso.

A mutual knockout gamble.

The shadow’s eyes flickered with surprise—clearly not expecting Lin Hai to trade blow for blow.

At this range, neither could change course.

THUD! THUD!

Two heavy impacts echoed as both strikes landed.

Lin Hai staggered back five or six steps before steadying himself, his chest burning.

When he looked up—

Huh?

A grin split his face.

No way. The shadow was sprawled on the ground, clutching its chest and coughing violently.

It’s hurt! Badly!

Realization struck.

This fucker’s only advantage is speed. Strength-wise? It’s weak.

Fear evaporated.

Now’s the time!

Lin Hai charged forward, fist raised—

BOOM!

The shadow hurled something at his feet.

White smoke erupted, thick and acrid.

Cough! Cough!

By the time the haze cleared, the shadow was gone.

Damn it! Lin Hai cursed, kicking at the ground.

He turned to Li and Wang Lei—still unconscious. A quick press to a pressure point on their necks, and both groaned awake.

“What happened?” Captain Li bolted upright, eyes wild.

“We were attacked,” Wang Lei muttered, rubbing his throat.

“Where is he?”

“Gone.” Lin Hai didn’t elaborate, already walking toward the exit.

“Let’s move. Your parents are waiting.”

Wang Lei hurried after him.

Captain Li lingered, his expression unreadable, before finally following.

…

Outside, the four black-clad men had vanished. Wang Yue and Liu Mei stood frozen, caught between hope and dread.

Nearby, Glasses was berating a group of cowering security guards.

“Useless! Hospital funds wasted on you lot! The moment that troublemaker steps out, you swarm him—got it?”

“Fucking prick,” the guards mumbled inwardly.

“They’re coming!”

All eyes snapped toward the morgue.

Glasses smirked. Only two figures emerged.

“See? Told you. ‘Miracle doctor’ my ass. Your son’s deader than last week’s leftovers, you gullible idiots.”

Wang Yue and Liu Mei crumpled to the ground.

Two went in. Two came out. Their son was truly gone.

“My boy—!” Liu Mei wailed.

“Mom!”

The cry sliced through her grief.

Her head whipped up—

Lin Hai walked out.

And behind him…

“Xiao Lei?!”

“You’re alive?!”

They tackled their son in a sobbing heap.

Glasses’ eyeballs nearly ejected from their sockets.

Impossible! He’d personally sent Wang Lei to the morgue—barely breathing, with less than thirty minutes to live.

Yet here he was, two hours later, walking like nothing happened.

A hysterical thought struck:

Is this a ghost?

Captain Li emerged last, his face a mask.

“Dr. Lin revived Wang Lei. He wasn’t here to cause trouble. Stand down.”

Without another word, he led the guards away.

“Dr. Lin, we can never repay you—”

Wang Yue and Liu Mei dropped to their knees.

Wang Lei followed suit, having learned the full story from his parents.

“You saved my life. From now on, if you need anything—anything—I’ll do it, even if it costs me everything.”

“Get up, get up! No need for this.” Lin Hai hauled them upright.

After endless gratitude, the family finally left, radiant with relief.

Glasses turned to slink away—

“Leaving so soon?” Lin Hai blocked his path.

“W-what do you want?”

“Just thought you’d like to revisit the morgue. Some ‘friends’ miss you.”

He seized Glasses by the collar and dragged him toward the doors.

“NO! LET GO! I’M NOT GOING BACK!”

Lin Hai leaned in, whispering like a graveyard breeze:

“They said if you refuse… they’ll visit you tonight.”*

Glasses shrieked—then fainted.

Pathetic.

A finger jab to a pressure point revived him seconds later.

“IT WASN’T ME! I WAS FORCED! DON’T HAUNT ME!” he babbled the moment he came to.

Lin Hai’s brows shot up.

Bingo. A confession without interrogation.

“Save it for the police.”

He dialed 110.

The forensic team arrived promptly—and promptly recoiled in horror at the mutilated corpses.

After handing Glasses over and giving his statement, Lin Hai left.

By evening, the city had formed a special task force. Police Chief Peng Tao took command, vowing to crack the case within a month.

Elsewhere, in a lavish office:

A phone receiver trembled in a middle-aged man’s grip as furious roars poured from it. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

“Y-yes, Envoy. I’ll arrange it immediately. Lin Hai will pay.”