Inspector W was unhappy, his nasolabial folds deepening. He seized on a loophole in Qingshan's words and retorted, "Ms. Chen, we didn't cause Mr. Luo Shaohui any fatal harm. So, while the US police may have been overly aggressive, it didn't cause any adverse consequences. Your accusation is not only unfounded, but absurd!"
What infuriated Qingshan the most was his argument. She had spent a lot of effort to repair Luo Shaohui's heart and lungs, and even used the only ginseng spirit seed in the world to bring Luo Shaohui back to life. However, all her efforts were wiped out by W's words "no fatal damage was caused". This was really intolerable!
"Mr. Smith, two police officers were shooting at my uncle five meters away. You don't really think they missed him, do you?"
"Uh, why, isn't it?"
Inspector W pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth. He had actually asked the police officer who fired the gun a long time ago. The officer swore that he had hit the homeless man's heart and confirmed that there were no signs of life. That was why W was so surprised when he saw that Luo Shaohui was unharmed.
W didn't know why Luo Shaohui remained so calm after being shot in the heart. Either he, like Luo Wenyuan, was a psychic with vampire-like immortality, or Luo Wenyuan and his fiancée were carrying a magical Chinese medicine that could bring people back to life. In either case, if Luo Shaohui could stay in the United States, working for the Psychic Bureau or extracting blood for research, the higher-ups would surely be pleased. That's why W used his green card as leverage to persuade Luo Shaohui to become an American citizen.
Unfortunately, W's wishful thinking was dashed. Since Qingshan's rebirth, which changed the course of history, China has risen rapidly, rapidly surpassing the United States in national strength, and poised to become the world's leading superpower. Meanwhile, a US green card is no longer as attractive as it once was. Even ordinary Chinese people might not be willing to leave their motherland, with its promising development prospects, to start over in the United States, let alone a second-generation Red like Luo Shaohui!
The more Qingshan looked at Inspector W's feigned bewilderment, the more angry he became. He sarcastically said, "I didn't expect Mr. Smith to have so little confidence in your police's marksmanship. But you shouldn't underestimate yourself. That officer actually hit the target, right in the heart!"
Duncan pulled the lollipop out of his mouth with a "pop" sound and asked in surprise, "Oh my God, then why is he still sitting here intact? Is he a vampire? No, no, no, I can clearly feel a vibrant soul power. He is definitely not one of those monsters!"
Can he sense the power of the soul? This Duncan's ability is also amazing!
Qingshan glanced at Luo Wenyuan, who explained succinctly, "Duncan is the son of a witch!"
Witches have existed for a longer time than people with special abilities, so it's not surprising that they have mysterious spells or keen perceptions.
"Mr. Duncan, the reason Mr. Luo Shaohui is still alive is because I put in a lot of effort to save him!"
Inspector W and Duncan finally reached a consensus this time, shouting in unison: "This is impossible!"
Qingshan chuckled and raised her hand to tidy up her hair. The moment her hand dropped, a wine-red shadow whizzed out from her palm, passed silently along the ground, and flew out of the open window, blending into the dazzling neon night of the City of Angels.
All this happened so quickly and secretly that even Duncan didn't notice it. He continued to stare at Qingshan, waiting for her to give a reasonable explanation.
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