He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Zhang Beixing took a deep breath and slowly said, "I plan to investigate that criminal organization on my own. Since Zhou Ran refuses to reveal the whole truth, I will personally expose their true colors!"

Upon hearing this, the old man in the gray robe frowned slightly. He pondered for a moment and said softly, "Zhang Beixing, how can you be so naive? That criminal organization is cunning and ruthless. If you go to investigate alone, you will undoubtedly be walking into a trap."

Zhang Beixing panicked and quickly explained, "Senior, I know I lack experience, but I have confidence and determination. I can't just stand by and watch that criminal organization continue to wreak havoc on the world!"

Looking into Zhang Beixing's resolute eyes, the old man in the gray robe understood that the young man had made up his mind. He sighed and said, "Since you have made up your mind, I will not stop you. However, you must be careful and not underestimate your enemy."

Zhang Beixing nodded, a look of gratitude on his face: "Thank you for your understanding, senior. I will definitely act with caution."

The old man in the gray robe patted Zhang Beixing on the shoulder and said earnestly, "It's good that young people are energetic, but they also need to know how to assess the situation. Remember, the world is dangerous, and people's hearts are unpredictable. You must always be vigilant and never trust others too easily."

Zhang Beixing nodded solemnly: "I will keep your teachings in mind."

Thus, Zhang Beixing, filled with passion and unwavering conviction, embarked on his journey to investigate the criminal organization. He knew the trip was fraught with danger, but he was fearless, for he firmly believed that justice would prevail over evil.

After Zhang Beixing left, the gray-robed old man watched his departing figure, a sense of worry rising in his heart. He understood that although this young man was exceptionally talented and possessed considerable strength, his experience in the martial world was still limited, and he might encounter unpredictable dangers.

"May he return safely," the gray-robed old man prayed silently.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man in black robes also learned of Zhang Beixing's actions. He approached the old man in gray robes and said anxiously, "Senior, it's far too dangerous for Zhang Beixing to investigate that criminal organization alone. Should we send someone to support him?"

The old man in the gray robe shook his head: "No need. Since Zhang Beixing has made his decision, we should trust him. What he needs now is experience and growth, not our protection. What we need to do is wait here for his good news."

Although the middle-aged man in black robes was worried, he understood that the old man in gray robes was right. He nodded and decided to keep a close eye on the clues to ensure that he could lend a helping hand when Zhang Beixing needed it.

Meanwhile, Zhang Beixing had already ventured deep into the lion's den and begun his investigation.

Zhang Beixing left the cave and embarked on a perilous journey to investigate the criminal organization. He was filled with determination and conviction, yet also acutely aware of the many dangers lurking within. However, he did not back down; instead, he bravely faced the challenge.

After a thorough investigation and search, Zhang Beixing finally discovered some clues about the criminal organization. Following these clues, he quietly infiltrated a hidden stronghold.

The stronghold was dark and gloomy, filled with a pungent smell of blood. Zhang Beixing carefully walked through a narrow corridor and came to the door of a secret room.

He pressed his ear against the door, listening intently to what was happening inside. Suddenly, he heard a low murmur of conversation.

"Do you think Zhou Ran might have already betrayed us?" a hoarse voice asked.

"Probably not. He knows that even if he tells the truth, he won't escape death," another voice replied.

"Hmph, I doubt he'd dare. However, we should still be careful. The martial arts world is in turmoil lately, so we must keep a low profile." The hoarse voice rang out again.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing was overjoyed. He realized he had found key members of the criminal organization, and once they were captured, he could follow the trail and dismantle the entire organization in one fell swoop.

However, at that moment, the door to the secret room suddenly creaked open. Zhang Beixing was startled and immediately hid in the shadows nearby.

Two figures dressed in black emerged from the secret room. They glanced around warily, then spoke in hushed tones and left.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing immediately stepped out of the shadows. He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he had to act immediately.

He took a deep breath and suddenly hurled the silver needle in his hand at the door of the secret chamber! With a "whoosh," the silver needle pierced through the door and embedded itself in the opposite wall.

"Who?!" came a startled cry from inside the secret chamber. Zhang Beixing seized the opportunity and rushed inside.

The room was dimly lit, but Zhang Beixing could still clearly see the figure sitting in the middle. He was dressed in black, his face covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass here!" the man in black shouted coldly.

Zhang Beixing sneered, "I'm here to send you to your death!" With that, he flashed and instantly appeared in front of the man in black.

The man in black was shocked and immediately drew his dagger to stab Zhang Beixing. However, his speed was like a snail's crawl in Zhang Beixing's eyes. Zhang Beixing easily dodged the attack.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Beixing punched the man in black hard in the chest.

With a muffled thud, the man in black felt as if he had been struck in the chest, and the pain was unbearable.

"Who...who are you?" The man in black clutched his chest, asking in terror.

Zhang Beixing sneered disdainfully: "You have no right to know my name. Now, the right thing to do is to surrender obediently!"

Despair flashed in the man in black's eyes. He knew he had nowhere to run. But how could he willingly surrender? Suddenly, he leaped forward, launching a frenzied attack on Zhang Beixing…

Inside the secret chamber, a fierce battle ensued. The man in black possessed considerable strength, but before Zhang Beixing, he appeared utterly weak and vulnerable. Soon, he was being overwhelmed and unable to mount any resistance…

In the fierce battle, Zhang Beixing fully demonstrated his extraordinary strength and superb skills. Although the man in black fought with all his might, he was still unable to withstand Zhang Beixing's fierce attacks. With a dull thud, the man in black was heavily knocked to the ground by Zhang Beixing.

Zhang Bei walked forward and ripped off the veil from the man in black's face. Beneath the veil was a slightly flustered face; it belonged to a middle-aged man with a small mustache.

"Who...who are you? Why are you my enemy?" the mustachioed man asked in a panic, panting heavily.

Zhang Beixing stared coldly at him and said, "I'm here only to expose the true face of your criminal organization. You've committed countless evils and should have been severely punished by law long ago!" Upon hearing this, the mustachioed man's eyes flashed with panic. He struggled to sit up, trying to argue, "You...you've misunderstood. We haven't done anything wrong, we just..."

"Shut up!" Zhang Beixing interrupted sharply. "You have committed numerous crimes, and you still want to deny them? I witnessed and heard everything with my own eyes. Do you think you can escape legal punishment?"

The mustachioed man remained silent for a moment, then suddenly revealed a sly smile: "Heh heh, you think you've won? Wrong. Even if you capture me today, you'll never be able to expose the true nature of our organization."

Zhang Beixing frowned and asked in a cold voice, "What do you mean by that?"

The mustachioed man chuckled smugly, “Because you know too little. Our organization is vast and complex; what you see is just the tip of the iceberg. Besides, do you think you’re the only one investigating us? Let me tell you, our influence has penetrated every corner, and your every move is under our control.”

Zhang Beixing felt a chill run down his spine, never expecting this criminal organization to be so cunning and powerful. However, he was not intimidated; instead, his determination to uncover its true nature only strengthened.

"Hmph, you think you can scare me like this?" Zhang Beixing sneered. "Since I dared to come to investigate, I have made full preparations. No matter how large and complex your organization is, I will expose it all. Moreover, I believe that justice will surely prevail over evil!"

The mustachioed man's expression changed, seemingly shaken by Zhang Beixing's determination and courage. He remained silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed, "Perhaps you're right. But you still need to be careful. Our organization is far more complex than you imagine, and you could be in danger at any time."

Zhang Beixing smiled calmly: "Thank you for the reminder. However, I am fully prepared. Now, you will come with me to face legal consequences!"

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing stepped forward, preparing to capture the mustachioed man. However, at that moment, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the secret chamber…

Zhang Beixing's heart tightened, and he immediately looked warily towards the entrance of the secret room. He saw a figure in black flash in, holding a gleaming dagger, and rush straight towards the man with the mustache.

"Help!" The man with the mustache was terrified when he saw this and immediately begged Zhang Beixing for help.

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Beixing's eyes. He understood that this man in black was definitely an accomplice of the criminal organization, sent to rescue the man with the mustache. He moved swiftly, instantly shielding the man with the mustache…

Although injured by Zhang Beixing's flying needles, the man with the mustache was not fatally wounded. Taking advantage of Zhang Beixing's fight with the black-clad men who had just broken in, he struggled to his feet and rushed towards another exit of the secret chamber.

"Trying to escape?" Zhang Beixing caught a glimpse of the mustachioed man's actions out of the corner of his eye, snorted coldly, and pushed off with his feet, intending to give chase. However, the man in black in front of him desperately entangled him, trying to stop him from pursuing the mustachioed man.

"Your opponent is me!" the man in black said menacingly, brandishing a dagger.

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Beixing's eyes; he knew he couldn't delay any longer. The mustachioed man was a key clue to uncovering the truth about the criminal organization, and he couldn't be allowed to escape.

He swiftly dodged the man in black's attack, then delivered a powerful punch to his chest. The man in black groaned and flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Beixing rushed towards the man with the mustache and grabbed him by the collar. However, the man with the mustache struggled desperately, trying to break free from Zhang Beixing's grasp.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am? You'll never have a good end if you dare to offend our organization!" the mustachioed man threatened.

Zhang Beixing sneered, "I don't care who you are! You're not getting away today!" With that, he used force to lift the man with the mustache up.

The man with the mustache suddenly found it hard to breathe, his heart filled with terror. He knew he was no match for Zhang Beixing, yet he was unwilling to surrender. So, a cunning glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly reached out to touch Zhang Beixing's waist.

"Not good!" Zhang Beixing was startled and immediately realized that the man with the mustache was about to draw his sword. He dodged the man's sneak attack and then slammed his palm into the man's back.

"Pfft!" The man with the mustache spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

Zhang Bei stepped forward, stomped on the man with the mustache's chest, and said coldly, "You think these little tricks can fool me? You're too naive! Now, honestly confess to all the crimes of the criminal organization!"

The man with the mustache lay on the ground, his face contorted in pain. He knew he had nowhere to run, but he gritted his teeth and insisted, "You won't get any information out of me! Our organization won't let you get away with this!"

Zhang Beixing frowned, surprised that the mustachioed man was so stubborn. He knew time was of the essence and he couldn't afford to waste any more time arguing with him. So, he squatted down, grabbed the mustachioed man's chin, and forced him to open his mouth.

“Since you refuse to tell me, I have no choice but to resort to some means.” Zhang Beixing said, taking out a black pill from his pocket.

"This is a deadly poison that will kill you instantly. Either confess your crimes immediately, or swallow it and endure the excruciating torment until death comes."...

The man with the mustache stared intently at the black pill in Zhang Beixing's hand, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes. He knew Zhang Beixing was serious; if he were to swallow the pill, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even so, he remained tight-lipped and silent. Seeing this, Zhang Beixing's heart sank; he knew this mustachioed man was a tough nut to crack, and getting information out of him would be no easy task. But this did not deter Zhang Beixing; he resolved to take further steps to force the mustachioed man to submit.

Faced with the man's silence, Zhang Beixing felt a chill run down his spine. He knew this man was a core member of the criminal group, and if he couldn't extract useful information from him, the entire investigation would stall.

Zhang Beixing took a deep breath, squatted down, and looked at the man with the mustache at eye level. His voice was icy: "You think you can fight me with silence? Let me tell you, I have plenty of ways to make you talk."

Although the man with the mustache was somewhat intimidated, he still tried to remain calm and replied, "Hmph, who do you think you are? Our organization will not let this go!"

Zhang Beixing smiled contemptuously: "Since I dared to investigate you, I naturally made thorough preparations. Now, I'll ask you one last time: confess your crimes, or else..."

He paused briefly, then suddenly pulled a silver needle from his pocket and waved it in front of the man with the mustache. The man's face changed drastically, and he asked in a trembling voice, "What...what do you want to do?"

Zhang Beixing sneered, "These silver needles can precisely pierce your acupoints, making you experience pain worse than death. I think you wouldn't want to try it."

A flicker of panic and hesitation crossed the man's eyes; he clearly hadn't expected Zhang Beixing to have this trick up his sleeve. But he gritted his teeth and persisted: "You won't get any information out of me!"

Zhang Beixing frowned, his anger burning. He knew that unless he took strong measures, this mustachioed man would never speak. So, he swung the silver needle in his hand sharply and said coldly, "Since you won't listen to reason, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" (End of Chapter)