God's Descent in the Magical City

Chapter 12: A Cloud of Suspicion

A sharp pain shot through A-Lai's arm as he moved it, and he couldn't help but groan, "If it weren't for this trick, my arm would be done for tonight. That guy hit way too hard."

Li Fang, her mind filled with suspicion, asked, "Why did you even think of strapping iron plates to your arm? Were you expecting a fight?"

"Sigh," A-Lai responded, "If it weren't for your earlier warning, suggesting that Hu San might try something, I wouldn't have thought of using this trick. Turns out you were right."

"So it was all just a trick? How long are you going to keep lying to me?" Li Fang said, her frustration mounting. Without waiting for an answer, she dragged A-Lai into a well-lit area. Noticing his pale face, she realized something was wrong. Without further questions, she immediately sought out a doctor. After being taken for a CT scan, the results came back: A-Lai's right arm was indeed broken.

That same night, Li Fang arranged for A-Lai to undergo surgery, where a titanium alloy plate was inserted into his arm. He was transferred from the burn unit to orthopedics—truly a strange turn of events.

Meanwhile, Hu San lay in his hospital bed, replaying the events of the restaurant brawl in his mind. He thought to himself, *The little monk has such impressive skills; why didn't he use his "Three Heavenly Strikes" to end it quickly? Now I'm the one left beaten up—this is so frustrating.*

Hu San's wife entered the room, noticing the bruises on his arm and leg. Seeing him staring blankly, she asked what had happened.

Hu San, with a pained expression, explained that he had performed a heroic deed, something a man of honor would do in repayment of kindness.

But his wife wasn't buying it. *This guy is still the same—he's just like a dog that can't stop eating its own filth. How could he change? He's always taking his frustrations out on me, beating me senseless, and then forcing me to smile and pretend everything is fine. He's a complete psychopath. There's no way he suddenly turned over a new leaf. He's definitely up to something,* she thought. Worried, she hurried to A-Lai's room to find out what was going on.

On the other side, A-Lai was in a miserable state.

Li Fang was completely puzzled. *Why didn't A-Lai use his "Heart Questioning Palm" immediately? What was he thinking? If I hadn't pushed him out of the way, he could have had his head smashed in, and who knows, he might be lying in the ICU as a vegetable right now.*

If A-Lai really had hidden martial arts skills, why would he need to strap iron plates to his arm? The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like A-Lai was just using magic tricks. He seemed to be addicted to these stunts, enjoying them far too much, rather than possessing any real martial arts prowess.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

With these thoughts swirling in her head, Li Fang, filled with anger, stormed into A-Lai's room to confront him...

A-Lai, noticing that no one else was around, saw an opportunity. With a pained smile, he asked, "Do you really want me to tell you the truth?"

Li Fang replied, "Of course. I want to know what you were thinking at the time."

A-Lai leaned in and whispered mysteriously, "Come closer."

Li Fang leaned in, pressing her ear close.

A-Lai quietly said, "When that stutterer was making a move on you, I was... thinking of doing the same. It was because of that special fragrance on you..."