Fate Has No Tie for Us, Inscrutable

"Su Ming, I can tolerate you meddling in business, but do you really intend to wipe me out completely?"

Luo Bo—no, Lu Mingliang—spoke in a voice heavy with menace.

"System, I choose option one!"

Su Ming ignored Lu Mingliang's words and acted immediately. The overweight Lu Mingliang couldn't react in time and was instantly subdued by Su Ming.

*Snap!*

A sickening crack echoed as Su Ming twisted Lu Mingliang's arm backward, dislocating it in an instant.

"Ahh! Su Ming, you'll die a wretched death!"

Lu Mingliang screamed in agony.

"You scum, who's the one who'll die wretchedly? You know it deep down!" Su Ming spat, moving to the other arm.

*Snap!*

The same bone-chilling sound rang out, and Lu Mingliang howled again.

Lin Yixue, Gao Xiang, and Li Gao were frozen in shock, a creeping fear settling in their hearts.

But Su Ming wasn't done. After crippling both of Lu Mingliang's arms, he turned his attention to his legs. This time, he was even more brutal, delivering a savage kick.

A horrifying force erupted, and Lu Mingliang's leg twisted grotesquely at the knee.

"Ahh! You bastard, I'll kill you! I'll slaughter your entire family!"

Lu Mingliang's screams grew more desperate.

Su Ming paid no heed. He delivered another kick to the other leg, rendering it useless as well before finally stopping.

"Su Ming, Su Ming, you deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

Lu Mingliang writhed in agony, his clothes soaked with sweat, his face pale as death.

"S-Su Ming, you...?"

Lin Yixue's trembling voice came from behind.

Su Ming turned, his expression calm. Without a word, he pulled out his phone, found Ning Fengqing's WeChat, and called her.

The call connected quickly.

"Huh? Poor guy, what's going on? Why are you calling me out of the blue?"

Ning Fengqing sounded puzzled. She had added Su Ming's WeChat out of curiosity, never expecting him to actually call.

"Jiangzhou Grand Hotel, 7th floor, Room 888. The fugitive, Lu Mingliang."

Su Ming's words were clipped.

"What? Lu Mingliang, the fugitive? Are you serious? Su Ming, this isn't a joke!"

Ning Fengqing's voice turned deadly serious.

"I'm not joking."

"Alright! I'm on my way!"

Ning Fengqing hung up, and Su Ming pocketed his phone.

"M-murderer? S-Su Ming, you must be mistaken. Who? Who is Lu Mingliang?"

Lin Yixue's eyes darted between the four burly men in black.

"Not them."

Su Ming shook his head.

"H-how did you...?"

At that moment, the nearly unconscious Luo Bo, now filled with terror, spoke up.

"The heavens' net is vast, but nothing escapes it. Did you really think changing your face and stuffing yourself into this fat body would let you slip away?"

"People may act, but the heavens see all."

Su Ming's voice was icy.

"No! It's impossible! How could you know? How could you know? No!"

Lu Mingliang's mind was a whirlwind of disbelief. He was certain no one knew. Otherwise, how could he have gone thirteen years without being caught?

He couldn't fathom how Su Ming had found out.

"M-murderer? Mr. Luo, a murderer?"

By now, Zhang Jiaming had somewhat recovered. Hearing everything, his face turned ashen.

"Zhang Jiaming, you'd better pray you didn't join him in any of his vile deeds. Otherwise, you'll spend the rest of your life behind bars."

"Oh! I almost forgot—you probably did plenty of this kind of thing, didn't you? Sorry, Zhang Jiaming, your life is over."

Su Ming's gaze was cold as he looked at Zhang Jiaming.

Since high school, Su Ming had never liked Zhang Jiaming, and today's events only deepened his disdain. A person who loses their humanity is worse than an animal.

"N-no, it's not true! It's not true! You're lying! You're lying!"

Zhang Jiaming shook his head frantically, muttering to himself.

Su Ming ignored him and sat down on a nearby chair. Lin Yixue and the others remained silent. The events that had just unfolded were too shocking for them.

About ten minutes later, the door to the private room swung open.

Ning Fengqing entered first, and upon seeing the scene, she froze.

"Did you do this?"

She asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Su Ming shrugged and pointed at Luo Bo. "The man you're looking for has already confessed. They all heard it. Confirming it should be straightforward, right?"

"Are you sure? No matter how much a person changes, their DNA doesn't. Confirming it is simple," Ning Fengqing still couldn't believe it.

The police records had everything on Lu Mingliang, but he was a thin man, and the facial features were vastly different.

"Officer Ning, we all heard him confess," Gao Xiang, who recognized Ning Fengqing, spoke up.

"Alright."

Ning Fengqing nodded and then instructed, "Take some samples and compare them back at the station. I'll handle things here."

An officer stepped forward and quickly collected the samples.

"Su Ming, please stay here until the results come back. Then, we'll need you to come to the station."

"If it's as you say, you'll not only be cleared but also commended. If there's a mistake, this will be considered a violent assault, and you'll face legal consequences."

"No problem."

Su Ming replied, showing no concern. He had no doubt about the system's power.

Ning Fengqing nodded and got to work.

An hour later, everyone followed Ning Fengqing to the police station in a police car.

As they entered the station, a white-coated officer hurried over.

"Captain Ning! The results are in. It's Lu Mingliang!"

Ning Fengqing was stunned, her eyes turning to Su Ming, filled with disbelief.

Lin Yixue, Gao Xiang, and the others stared at Su Ming as if they had seen a ghost.

"Uh, actually, my ancestors were fortune-tellers. They could see five hundred years into the past and future."

Su Ming said casually, spinning a tale.

"Really? Brother Ming, you have to tell my fortune. When will I find a girlfriend?"

In the face of everyone's incredulous looks, Gao Xiang spoke excitedly.

"Cough... Xiangzi, only those with a fated connection can glimpse the future. We don't have that connection. I can't see, I can't see!"

Su Ming coughed awkwardly, inwardly cursing Gao Xiang's stupidity.

Ning Fengqing rolled her eyes and walked away, not bothering to listen to Su Ming's nonsense.

Lin Yixue tried to stifle her laughter, her face turning red.

"How is that possible, Brother Ming? Does fortune-telling come with a price?"

Gao Xiang, still oblivious, continued to ask.

"Yixue, is this your first time here? Look, the place isn't bad. The people inside are quite friendly—everyone's a real talent!"

Su Ming, tired of dealing with Gao Xiang, started introducing the place to Lin Yixue.