After Ling Tian returned, he didn't immediately treat Old Hughes. Instead, he went back to his room, grabbed paper and pen, and started drawing.
Leonard Hughes was somewhat bewildered, but he didn't dare to force Ling Tian to do anything.
Ten minutes later, Ling Tian, holding two charcoal sketches, approached Leonard Hughes. At this time, one of Leonard Hughes's confidantes had already questioned Aurora and had a preliminary understanding of the attack they had suffered.
Ling Tian handed the sketches directly to Leonard Hughes, annotating the person's skin color, eye color, and hair color on the drawings.
"Mr. Ling Tian, what is this?"
"When we were attacked, I saw the commander of these attackers. Although he was far away, he couldn't escape my eyes. I drew his likeness. If you search according to these sketches, you will definitely find him!"
Leonard Hughes looked at the charcoal sketch and was amazed. Dense lines outlined exquisite pixels on the drawing. Although Leonard Hughes didn't understand art, he could feel the mastery of the sketch. It seemed that every stroke was not a wasted line. It could even be said that this was a high-resolution black-and-white photograph. As for the person in the sketch, Leonard Hughes seemed to have some impression, as Guterres was also a famous transportation magnate in the United States. Leonard Hughes's law firm had even handled cases for their company.
"Alright, Mr. Ling Tian, I'll go investigate this person, but I think this person looks familiar..." Leonard Hughes said, pulling out his phone, opening the browser, and scanning Ling Tian's sketch with the camera.
Before long, the powerful search engine displayed thousands of images, most of which were introductions and photos of Guterres.
"Sir, look, was this guy the one who attacked you? Ilian Guterres!"
Ling Tian took the phone and nodded, "That's right, it's him. I'd recognize him even if he turned to ash!"
"Are you sure? As far as I know, this person is not an assassin, but a well-known entrepreneur in our United States, a famous transportation magnate..."
Ling Tian looked at Leonard Hughes with the gaze one reserves for someone with an intellectual disability.
"Mr. Leonardo, your words make me doubt your professionalism. Have you ever seen an assassin introduce themselves as an assassin on their public profile?"
"I'm very sorry, I was presumptuous and shouldn't have doubted you. Don't worry, I'll immediately find someone to investigate Guterres's affairs."
"No need, Mr. Leonardo. I'll treat your father immediately, but I hope you can focus all your energy on my father-in-law's case! As for that Guterres, hehe, you don't need to worry about him! There's no need to waste time on these meaningless things!"
"Mr. Ling Tian, don't do anything rash, this is the United States..."
"Of course, I know this is the United States, so what? Since I could walk out of an encirclement of over 30 people unscathed, do you think I would be afraid of one Guterres?"
Ling Tian's reply was domineering, showing immense confidence. However, in Leonard Hughes's ears, it sounded like a naked threat. Leonard Hughes had learned about the situation at the crime scene from his subordinates. He believed that if it were him, even with all his bodyguards, it would be difficult to survive the meticulously arranged trap set by those more than 30 people.
"Alright, after dark, find a light-proof room, put your father in it, and leave the rest to me!"
After Ling Tian gave his instructions, he went to eat with Aurora. Before that, Ling Tian had already sent the sketches he drew to the Misty Rain Pavilion. After all, the Misty Rain Pavilion had a vast intelligence network in the United States, and Ling Tian wanted to use it to track down who those attackers were.
After dinner, Ling Tian arrived at a completely sealed space in the manor, a basement. Old Hughes had already been placed in a wheelchair and pushed into the basement.
"Alright, you can go out now and close the door behind you! Oh, right, Mr. Leonardo, if you're not at ease, you're welcome to come in and observe, but my request is that no matter what you see, you must not make any noise, otherwise it will affect my treatment of your father."
"Alright, Mr. Ling Tian, I'll do whatever you say!"
Thus, only Ling Tian and the Hughes father and son remained in the room. Old Hughes sat in his wheelchair in the center of the room, looking quite well in spirit, though his eyes were somewhat vacant.
Ling Tian took out several talismans and muttered incantations. These talismans were actually calming talismans that Ling Tian had already drawn in the spiritual realm. This type of talisman could calm the mind, focus the spirit, and nourish the soul.
In addition, Ling Tian took out a pill the size of a soybean and gave it to Old Hughes. This was no ordinary pill, but the soul power produced by Ling Tian's soul refining furnace in the spiritual realm after refining souls. This substance was a great tonic for the human soul. Although it was only the size of a soybean, it was enough to make the soul of a person on their last legs as strong as a young person's.
After taking the pill, Ling Tian could feel a flash of light in Old Hughes's eyes. In front of Old Hughes's wheelchair, there was a table with a large candle burning on it. The flickering candlelight could be seen reflected in Old Hughes's pupils.
Ling Tian formed hand seals, his movements constantly changing. This series of actions left Leonard stunned. Suddenly, Ling Tian grabbed the talisman paper on the table and lit it directly with the candle. The talisman paper immediately turned into a fireball!
The next second, Leonard was completely dumbfounded because he watched as Ling Tian smeared the fireball directly onto his father Old Hughes's face. Especially in the dark room, he watched as his father's head was engulfed by a fireball.
"Oh, no, God, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill my father?" Leonard completely lost his composure and forgot Ling Tian's earlier instructions, shouting loudly.
However, at that moment, he heard a familiar voice. "Leo, what are you shouting about? What time is it, has it dawned?"
Leonard instantly froze on the spot because Leo was his nickname!