Chapter 32: Broken Hand

Chapter 32: Broken Hand

"What should we do?" Little Fatty wore a mournful expression, looking helpless as he glanced at Su Hao and He Qingqing.

It was evident that Little Fatty's money had been stolen, but they had no idea who the thief was. Where could they possibly find the culprit at this point?

Su Hao sighed, "What else can we do? Qingqing and I will support you for now. We'll tighten our belts and make it through."

Little Fatty wailed, "No!"

He Qingqing's face was filled with anger as she declared, "If I find out who did it, I won't let them off without breaking their hand."

Su Hao turned to He Qingqing and asked, "Qingqing, did you keep your money in the dormitory?"

He Qingqing shook her head. "My father specifically told me to keep it on me."

Little Fatty complained with resentment, "Why didn't my father tell me that?"

Ignoring him, Su Hao said directly to He Qingqing, "Keeping it on you doesn't guarantee safety either. You have to be vigilant at all times."

He Qingqing nodded.

After thinking for a moment, Su Hao entered the Ball of Light space and instructed Xiaoguang, "Extract data from before and after leaving the room."

"Extraction successful."

"Comparing differences."

"Comparison in progress... Comparison successful."

"Strange footprints and fingerprints found."

"Footprints recorded successfully. Fingerprint lines unclear, please collect again."

Following Xiaoguang's prompt, Su Hao picked up an object with fingerprints and placed it in front of his eyes.

"Fingerprint collection successful."

Su Hao exited the Ball of Light space and immediately walked out of the dormitory. "Qingqing, Little Fatty, let's go."

Little Fatty reluctantly followed, sighing. "Where are we going?"

"To find someone!" Su Hao replied without paying him any attention.

Curious, He Qingqing asked, "Are we going to find the thief?"

Su Hao nodded. "Yes!"

"How can we find them?"

"I naturally have my ways!" Su Hao said as he once again instructed Xiaoguang to search for unfamiliar footprints and fingerprints.

Soon, Xiaoguang provided feedback, marking the locations or suspected locations of unfamiliar footprints in red circles within Su Hao's field of vision.

In the skeptical eyes of He Qingqing and Little Fatty, Su Hao led them on a search, following the footprints. Whenever the footprints disappeared, he expanded the search in that area until he found the trail again.

Before long, Su Hao and the others arrived at a restaurant outside the Warrior Academy.

A waiter warmly greeted them, sporting a smile. "Welcome, please come inside. We have a variety of dishes to offer."

Su Hao shook his head. "No need, we're looking for someone. You can go about your business."

The waiter looked disappointed. "Alright then, please feel free."

Little Fatty and He Qingqing nervously followed Su Hao, afraid to take a deep breath. They wouldn't dare enter the restaurant on their own, but seeing Su Hao's indifferent expression, they couldn't help but admire him.

They went upstairs, and Su Hao quickly spotted his target—a man with short hair, of average build but clearly well-trained in martial arts. He had an average appearance, his features all squeezed together due to his radiant smile. At the moment, he was ordering a table full of dishes, accompanied by two stronger-looking companions. All that remained was to confirm the fingerprints.

The man with short hair was sharing his accomplishments with his companions, laughing heartily. "It's become difficult these past two years. I haven't encountered such a gullible kid in a long time. I was just tagging along, taking my chances, and unexpectedly, it worked out. Today, I made a fortune."

One of his companions chimed in, "You're lucky today, your luck is off the charts. We didn't have any gains. We're only enjoying this feast because of your good fortune."

The man with short hair boasted, "That's right! This windfall will keep me living comfortably for a month."

"Let's have a drink and wish for prosperity every day."

"Cheers!"

The three of them laughed heartily, clinking their glasses together, about to take a sip.

"Sorry for the interruption, but I need to confirm something."

Suddenly, a young voice with a mature tone came from the side.

They turned to see a boy of about ten years old. The man with short hair grew impatient and said, "Get lost! Don't bother your uncle while he's having a drink."

As he spoke, he reached out to push Su Hao.

Su Hao grabbed the man's hand and swiftly twisted it upward.

"Fingerprint comparison successful."

Su Hao flashed a bright smile. "Alright, I've found you! Now, hand over the stolen money."

The man with short hair was shocked, trying to pull his hand back but unable to. Upon hearing Su Hao's words, he shouted, "You brat, what do you want? Let go of your uncle's hand right now!"

Su Hao sneered. "It seems you haven't realized yet."

He turned to Little Fatty and beckoned, "Come here, Little Fatty, make sure he recognizes you."

Only now did the man with short hair notice Little Fatty standing nearby.

Realizing that the owner had found them, he panicked. In his moment of desperation, his two companions stood up and joined the confrontation.

The two men reached out to grab Su Hao, shouting, "Are you looking for trouble, kid? You're asking for a beating! Today, we'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents."

Without even looking, Su Hao aimed his feet accurately and kicked the two men, sending them flying. They crashed into a pillar and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a while.

Hearing the commotion, the other diners quickly stood up and moved aside to avoid any harm.

The waiter rushed over in a panic but didn't dare approach. Nervously, he said to Su Hao, "Hey, hey, what's going on? Please stop! Don't cause any trouble."

Su Hao turned to the waiter with a smile. "Just give me a moment, it'll be over soon."

Then, he coldly addressed the man with short hair, "So, do you understand now? Hand over the stolen money."

The man with short hair tried to defend himself, "What money? I don't know what you're talking about. You've got the wrong person."

Su Hao didn't waste any more words. He swiftly twisted the man's wrist.

"Crack!"

The man with short hair's hand was broken, and he let out a miserable scream.

Little Fatty's heart skipped a beat as he stared wide-eyed in astonishment. He Qingqing bit her lip, tightly clenched her fist. It was evident that she was deeply shocked. Her inner thoughts wondered if it was because she had suggested breaking the thief's hand that Su Hao ended up doing it.

The other customers also held their breath for a moment. This boy appeared delicate and handsome, yet with just a few words, he ruthlessly broke someone's hand. They were astonished by his brutality.

Little Fatty and He Qingqing had a big question mark in their minds: How did Su Hao determine that the man was the thief

? What if they were wrong?

Without keeping them waiting for long, after breaking the man with short hair's hand, Su Hao disregarded his pleas and flipped him over, pinning him to the ground. He then searched him, quickly finding three money pouches.

Su Hao held the three pouches and asked Little Fatty, "Which one is yours?"

"This one!!!" Little Fatty's eyes lit up as he immediately rushed forward and hugged one of the bulging money pouches. He treated it like a precious treasure, kissing and caressing it, nearly shedding tears of excitement. The feeling of regaining what was lost almost made him kneel down and express his gratitude to Su Hao.

At this moment, they no longer doubted that Su Hao had made a mistake in recognizing the thief. And the surrounding customers seemed to understand the situation as well. Their gaze toward the man with short hair was no longer sympathetic but rather gloating. They boldly gathered around, pointing and making sarcastic remarks.

The man with short hair continued to plead for mercy.

Su Hao casually shook the remaining two money pouches in his hand, revealing a smile.

The man with short hair felt relieved, thinking that Su Hao was going to let him go.

But Su Hao raised his foot and stomped on the man's other hand.

"Crack!"

Another agonizing scream erupted from the man with short hair. His other hand was also broken.

The waiter was now in a frenzy, looking at Su Hao, hesitatingly trying to speak. "Uh... the bill... the bill for the food..."

Su Hao saw his predicament and approached, searching the bodies of the man with short hair's two companions. He found some silver coins and tossed them to the waiter. "Is this enough?"

The waiter immediately showed a smile and nodded repeatedly. "It's enough, it's enough!"

(Translated by begs)