Chapter 444: What Kind of Grandfather Are You?

"Damn you, Li Xu! You actually dare to come here for an evaluation? You're courting death! I'm going to hound you, you piece of trash! I really want to cut you down with a single sword stroke!" Xu Zihao pointed at Li Xu, ranting furiously. He showed no fear, even with Li Xu's grandfather present.

The three powerful figures standing beside Mr. Li intercepted Xu Zihao, watching him with amusement.

Xu Zihao was wary of these three. He had crossed paths with them before. They were strong, much stronger than him. However, they wouldn't dare to harm him. His father was the leader of Xia Du. They wouldn't dare, even if they had a hundred times the courage.

"Mr. Li, what's going on?" Director Hao inquired.

Seeing Xu Zihao appear, he knew this was no simple matter.

Mr. Li sighed, "Ah, it's all a misunderstanding. My grandson has some mental issues, so I wanted to ask Director Hao for an evaluation, to give everyone an explanation."

Director Hao pondered. He knew who Xu Zihao was. Old Man Xu hadn't stopped his son's outburst, which meant only one thing: tacit approval. He wanted Li Xu punished. Due to Li Xu's grandfather's background, Old Man Xu couldn't intervene directly, to avoid unnecessary trouble. But Xu Zihao was a junior, just a child in their eyes.

A child throwing a tantrum, disobeying elders... what can we do?

Bringing them to Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital for an evaluation meant they knew Hao Ren's upright character. After all, making money and being upright weren't mutually exclusive.

I, Hao Ren, truly am an important person. He thought. Whenever something like this happens, they can only rely on me. Other psychiatric experts might be bribed, but I, Hao Ren, can maintain my integrity no matter how much money they offer.

One of the few people in this world who can maintain inner righteousness.

Truly difficult.

Of course, I'll definitely accept the money. After all, those who give money say it's a donation. How can I refuse a donation?

Li Xu hid behind the three peculiar bodyguards, flashing a provocative smile at Xu Zihao. He moved his lips, forming the words: "Nothing will happen to me. When I'm free, I'll still kill the other two. Just you wait and see."

Everyone else would give Xu Zihao face. After all, he was Old Man Xu's son, his only son. Whoever dared to lay a hand on Xu Zihao would face Old Man Xu's wrath. After losing several sons to evil creatures, this one was his sole heir. Though the younger son was unreliable, at least he wasn't completely useless.

However, Li Xu wouldn't give Xu Zihao face. His status was also transcendent. To put it simply: I am the embodiment of lawlessness in a society governed by law.

The law cannot touch me.

I am nobility.

True nobility. What can a commoner like you do, even if you yell and scream? Who dares touch me? If it weren't for you, Xu Zihao, hounding me from Xia Du, this would all be over.

This was the truth.

Even calling the police was useless. The special department was responsible for evil creatures and now the Starry Sky Clan, and they were already overwhelmed. They couldn't handle these matters.

Who would have thought… they'd encounter someone as persistent as Xu Zihao?

"Damn you! I'll kill you!" Xu Zihao, reading Li Xu's lips, drew his sword in a rage and lunged. Li Xu, standing behind his bodyguards, remained calm, not taking Xu Zihao's attack seriously.

"I'll play with him." The short, meter-tall figure vanished in a flash, reappearing atop Xu Zihao's sword. With a light tap of his toe, a force transmitted down, pressing the sword tip to the ground. Xu Zihao roared, flicking his wrist. The long sword blossomed with sword flowers, but the short figure was not to be underestimated. He pressed a palm against Xu Zihao's chest.

Xu Zihao was violently repelled, his feet digging deep furrows in the ground.

"Boring. This is the genius of Xia Du's younger generation? Too weak, far too weak." The short figure emitted a sinister chuckle, hands clasped behind his back, eyes filled with mockery.

As Mr. Li's bodyguards, their strength was naturally considerable. Mr. Li hadn't stopped the confrontation. He wanted these ordinary people to see that the guy they looked up to wasn't invincible. Sometimes, he couldn't even protect himself.

"Stop!" Director Hao bellowed. "How dare you fight on my territory! Do you have any respect for me?"

"Stop." Mr. Li spoke.

Xu Zihao, pushed back, glared at them furiously.

Damn it.

I should have brought Kuang Long.

Xu Zihao was so angry he felt like exploding. For the first time, he felt the frustration of insufficient strength. It was incredibly unpleasant. If he were powerful enough, he would have already killed Li Xu.

"Director Hao, don't listen to them! This guy just wants to get his grandson off the hook! This scumbag grandson, relying on his power, imprisoned three young girls. One of them is already dead! If he escapes, it will be an outrage against Heaven!" Xu Zihao shouted.

Director Hao said, "Zihao, don't shout. This is a psychiatric hospital. We rely on science. Mr. Li brought his grandson here for an evaluation. Whether there's a problem or not, we'll find out soon."

He finished, offering Mr. Li a smile.

Mr. Li smiled back. Director Hao's smile conveyed a sense of goodwill. He knew Director Hao had been bought. Money might not be enough to sway him, but his status could make Director Hao understand that some things could be done once without consequence.

Director Hao made a phone call.

Soon, a senior director had a table and chairs brought in, along with various psychiatric assessment instruments.

"For fairness, the evaluation will be conducted publicly," Director Hao declared.

The senior director stood respectfully to the side. Witnessing the director personally conduct an evaluation was a valuable learning opportunity, not to be missed.

"Come." He gestured for Li Xu to sit opposite him.

Xu Zihao was anxious. He couldn't shake the feeling that Director Hao had been bribed.

"Are you mentally ill?"

"Yes, I am," Li Xu replied with a smile, then shot a smug look at Xu Zihao, as if saying, What can you do about it?

Xu Zihao was so furious he wanted to attack again, but that damned short man was truly troublesome. He wasn't a match for him.

Director Hao nodded, continuing to ask questions, using the instruments to examine Li Xu, and filling out the evaluation form. The senior director standing beside him watched with a serious expression.

He frequently glanced at the director. Having followed the director for so many years, he knew his style. He remained silent, waiting patiently.

Then, Director Hao took out a seal from his pocket. This seal represented a top expert. Once stamped on paper, it was universally recognized. No matter where it was presented, Hao Ren's seal signified a definitive diagnosis. After all, Director Hao held a high position in the field of psychiatry, among the very top.

"Take a picture and send it to the database for record."

"Yes, Director."

Once recorded, the evaluation would appear in the individual's file. According to their regulations, anyone who had undergone an evaluation and been deemed mentally sound couldn't be reevaluated for a year. So, if someone committed a crime and sought an evaluation, some conscientious psychiatrists would immediately file the results, preventing them from seeking a second opinion.

Of course, if the evaluation indicated illness, multiple tests could be conducted. However, the evaluator's name would be recorded. With a figure of Director Hao's stature, no one would conduct a second evaluation.

This involved matters of reputation.

"Director, it's all done," the senior director reported.

"Mm." Director Hao was very satisfied.

Mr. Li asked, "Director Hao, are the results out?"

"Yes."

"Then tell them loudly. You are an expert in this field, a leading authority. Your evaluation is fair and impartial."

Director Hao declared, "Based on my personal assessment, Li Xu does not suffer from any mental illness."

"Yes, this situation…" Mr. Li's expression shifted dramatically. He stared at Director Hao in disbelief, his voice turning cold. "What did you say?"

Li Xu also pointed at Director Hao, "You're playing me…"

Director Hao said, "Mr. Li, is there something wrong with you? Isn't it better that your grandson doesn't have any problems? What kind of grandfather are you, wishing your grandson was mentally ill? You're truly frightening."

Xu Zihao burst out laughing. He hadn't expected to almost misunderstand Director Hao. Then he said, "Li Xu, just you wait for your death!"

Mr. Li, leaning on his cane, glared at Director Hao. "Good, good, very good. Director Hao, you truly are something. Qingshan has truly flourished under your leadership."

"Not at all, not at all. Thank you, Mr. Li, for your generous donation of one hundred million. On behalf of all of Qingshan, I thank you for your kindness."

Going against his conscience was impossible. Of course, any donation, regardless of the source, was gladly accepted.

In other words, he, Hao Ren, was just that shameless.

"Grandson, let's go. Let's see who dares to stop us," Mr. Li said, stunned.

Just as he finished, Lin Fan appeared instantly beside Li Xu. He turned to Old Zhang. "Old Zhang, are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Are you?"

"I'm sure too."

"Then blow him up."

"Alright, blow him up."

Lin Fan clenched his fist, pulled it back to his waist with a yell, then, with a sharp glare, unleashed a ferocious punch at Li Xu. The speed was blinding, the force terrifying, so terrifying it reached an unimaginable level, surpassing even a crematorium. No burning, no freezing, no disintegration. Just one punch, and not a single piece of intact flesh or bone remained.

"Good, blown up." Old Zhang waved his arms excitedly.

Lin Fan smiled, giving Old Zhang a thumbs-up, praising not only Old Zhang but also himself.

As everyone stood stunned, he walked to the couple, reached out, and wiped the tears from the woman's face. He smiled gently. "I can sense that you are a kind-hearted person. Someone as kind as you hates him so much, wants him dead. Then Old Zhang and I must be right."

"Don't you agree?"