Although the homeless man was still lying on the blood-stained sand, his chest rose and fell regularly, his heartbeat was strong, and his expression was peaceful. He looked like he was asleep, and he could open his eyes at any time as long as there was an opportunity to wake him up.
The homeless man's condition was stable, so Qingshan didn't need to watch over him. He took a few big gulps of the spiritual pond water and stood up with the help of the sand wall.
As soon as Qingshan showed his head, the policemen surrounding them pointed their guns at Qingshan's vital parts. Before he could finish shouting "Don't move", the gun flew away.
Luo Wenyuan would never allow anyone to threaten Qingshan's safety. His magnetic ability was activated, and all the metal objects on the police officers' bodies - walkie-talkies, pistols, magazines, police badges, buttons, zippers, tie clips, watches, belt buckles, and even the underwear rims of female police officers - all left their bodies and accumulated and entangled with each other in Luo Wenyuan's hands, forming a super large metal ball.
The officers' clothes were tattered, ripped by flying metal objects. Some were holding onto their pants, others clutching their chests, their faces terrified, each one screaming in fear. The aggressive police force turned the scene of law enforcement into a beggars' beach parade, a truly comical one.
The black old man had no good feelings towards the police. Seeing them get humiliated, he actually clapped his hands and laughed heartily, giving Luo Wenyuan a thumbs-up while laughing, making the police officers' noses crooked. However, the black old man seemed to be in cahoots with the mysterious Oriental man. No matter how angry the police were, they didn't dare to swing their fists and hit him. They could only endure it until it was too late.
Luo Wenyuan scratched his feet and a deep pit appeared on the beach. He threw the "captured" metal object in his hand into the pit and buried it. Then he turned around and looked at Qingshan with a complicated expression.
"Aoyama... um... how is it?"
Qingshan smiled, even the dimples on the corners of her mouth looked so playful and cute. She held Luo Wenyuan's arm and walked out of the sand castle wall.
"He's alive, but he hasn't woken up yet. People will feel tired and sleepy after losing a lot of blood. This is a normal reaction. He will be fine after he wakes up. Don't worry!"
The expression on Luo Wenyuan's face instantly turned into ecstasy. He hugged Qingshan and buried his face in her neck. He took a deep breath of the herbal fragrance on the girl's body and murmured, "Thank you..."
More than thirty American police officers were still standing there in stunned silence. Qingshan was too embarrassed to stroke his fur in public, so she reached out and patted Luo Wenyuan on the back twice, saying, "The ginseng seeds that Xiao Renshen gave me can be used on him. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll be very angry and the consequences will be serious!"
Luo Wenyuan rubbed Qingshan's neck and said in a mosquito-like voice: "He is my uncle..."
"Eh? What? Is this true? Didn't your uncle..."
In 1991, Luo Wenyuan's uncle, Luo Shaohui, was covering the evacuation of overseas Chinese from Somalia when he was hit by a stray bullet and fell into the Gulf of Aden. Although his body was never found, soldiers witnessed Luo Shaohui being shot in the head. Even if he had survived, how could he have crossed the Indian and Atlantic Oceans, from the easternmost point of Africa to the westernmost point of North America? The distance involved is more than ten thousand miles, almost halfway around the world. How did Luo Shaohui accomplish this?
Luo Wenyuan let go of Qingshan, staring at the person lying in the sand castle wall, and whispered, "I'm afraid we'll have to wait until my uncle wakes up to find out the answer to all this."
Qingshan nodded, pointed at the onlookers, and said helplessly: "You should think about how to get out of this situation. I don't like being watched by others. I'm not a national treasure!"
Luo Wenyuan nodded and stomped his left foot on the beach. The figures of the five people disappeared from the spot, leaving only a huge deep pit, which was slowly buried by fine sand.
The onlookers couldn't believe their eyes and wanted to report the situation to the headquarters, but their walkie-talkies had been confiscated long ago. They could only run to the shore and use the walkie-talkie in the police car. For a while, the beach was in chaos.
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