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Chapter 145 I'll kill whoever makes a fuss.

Snapped.

Wang Ximo remained silent and took the plaque from the two trembling young men of the Sanhe Gang.

Then he turned and walked towards Master Huo.

"Xi Zhi, what's wrong with you...?"

Huo Mingchuan stood there, stunned, as if he had never truly known this disciple before him, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

In that fleeting glimpse, the disciple was displaying the Huo family's ancestral palm technique, which also contained elements of fist and leg techniques.

This left Huo Mingchuan completely baffled.

How can three unique skills be integrated into one?

This is absolutely impossible!
But when the disciples used it, it didn't seem out of place at all—as if this was how Huo family martial arts were supposed to be used!

"Master, I'll explain it to you when I have time."

Wang Xi smiled and handed the plaque to Yu Ruiyang, who was standing to the side.

"Senior brother, hold on tight, this is our martial arts school's signboard."

"……it is good."

Yu Ruiyang accepted the plaque hesitantly, unsure of what to say.

Just then, a commotion arose outside.

"What are you looking at? Stop looking!"

"The local militia is on official business, disperse!"

"Go, go, go! Go!"

A dozen or so patrol officers in blue and black uniforms were seen running towards them, adjusting their hats and drawing their batons.

They dispersed the onlookers and then surged into the martial arts gym.

"According to reports from neighbors, the Huo Family Martial Arts School instigated a brawl! It is also suspected that thugs committed violence and caused death! The local militia bureau is hereby ordered to investigate immediately!"

The lead, overweight patrolman brandished his baton and shouted.

However, anyone with eyes could see that he was all bark and no bite, clearly indicating that he was also feeling uneasy inside.

What report?

Most of these people had probably been waiting at the alley entrance, eating melon seeds and watching the show. They would then come running over to pretend to "uphold justice" after the Sanhe gang had finished causing trouble.

Seeing that things were not going well, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and take sides—there was no other way, since the Black Eel Army and the Liu family were involved, and their stinky-footed patrolmen had been warned by their superiors before they even left the gate.

"This is the man who killed Liu Mengzi!"

Seeing that the militia officers had arrived, Mao Xinrong mustered up his courage and, while backing away, pointed at the young man in the black coat.

"Arrest him and take him back to the station immediately!"

"You, you put your hands up!"

The chubby policeman pulled out his gun, beckoned the others to aim it at Wang Xi, and shouted.

"I took responsibility for my actions; I did kill the person."

Wang Xi turned around with his hands behind his back, facing seven or eight dark gun barrels, and said calmly.

"This matter has nothing to do with the martial arts school. I'll go with you."

Upon hearing this, everyone from the Sanhe Gang members to the patrol officers and even Mao Xinrong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, the young man turned his head and chuckled at Mao Xinrong, saying:

"Captain Mao, I advise you to take your men back quickly and pass on a message to Dong Yaojie, the garrison commander of Qingwei Town: don't get involved in this matter. I'm only giving you one chance."

"What do you mean?"

Unwilling to lose face in front of everyone, Mao Xinrong gritted his teeth and said coldly:

"Threatening me? Threatening Commander Dong and the Black Eel Army? Don't think you can act with impunity just because you have some martial arts skills—"

Swah——

He felt a blur before his eyes, and his throat tightened suddenly.

"Heh...heh!" Mao Xinrong's eyes bulged out, and a broken hiss escaped his throat.

In an instant, the young man covered seven steps, grabbed his throat with one hand, and lifted him off the ground like a chick.

"Killing you is nothing more than crushing an ant." Wang Xi's tone was indifferent, his knuckles slowly tightening. "A few broken guns, do they even deserve to make a sound?"

He stared at the other person's flushed face and said softly:

"You only get one chance. Next time, you can talk to the King of Hell."

After saying that, he casually tossed Mao Xinrong to the ground like he was throwing away trash.

thump!
The team leader fell flat on his face and unfortunately landed on his injured hand, letting out a scream.

The surrounding patrol officers trembled, none of them daring to fire a shot.

"Brother!"

Huo Qiao'er broke free from her adoptive mother Huo Shenglan's hand, quickly stepped forward, and called out anxiously.

"Don't go, it's dangerous."

"Yes, senior brother, Liu Mengzi led his men to cause trouble first, and they even used guns to try to kill you... You were just acting in self-defense."

Zhang Fuyun quickly echoed.

His face was anxious, and he added:
"Don't worry, I'll go find Father, and the uncles and elders. You'll be alright!"

"don’t worry."

Wang Xichao smiled at his junior brothers and sisters.

"I'll come back as soon as I go."

Everyone was startled.

If they go, will they ever be able to come back?
Mao Xinrong lay on the ground, one hand bleeding profusely, the other hand clutching his neck, a shadowy look flashing in his eyes.

But soon, that gloomy feeling turned into a solemn atmosphere.

This person is really strange.

His martial arts skills are ridiculously strong.

The local militia bureau might not be able to control him.

We must hurry back to the barracks and report this to Commander Dong, so that the Liu family can also be informed.

"Let's go."

Wang Xi walked out with his hands behind his back and his posture upright.

The chubby policeman wiped the cold sweat from his face with a handkerchief and said in a pretentious tone:

"Fall back! Escort the criminal back to the station!"

They said they were escorting him, but they didn't even dare to put handcuffs on the young man... It was more like a group of underlings following their boss.

Suddenly, the young man stopped.

The chubby patrolman following behind was startled and instinctively raised his baton to block in front of him. "W-what do you want to do?!"

He said, his neck stiff.

Wang Xi glanced at the fat policeman, ignored him, and looked into the martial arts gym.

Master Huo, his wife, Junior Sister Qiao'er, Senior Brother Yu, Junior Brother Zhang, and a group of martial arts school disciples gathered at the door, casting concerned and worried glances at him.

Wang Xi's gaze swept over the crowd, and he noticed his senior sister, Huo Siling. She was staring at him with a hint of gratitude in her eyes, and she spoke:

"Thank you."

...

...

Late at night.

A street corner near the entrance to Qingwei Town.

The lights were still on in the militia building.

The innermost part of the first floor is the prison where criminals are held.

They are of different sizes, arranged in a row.

Wang Xi was sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed in single room number four, practicing meditation with his eyes closed.

The magic in the mysterious world is thin, making the learning efficiency of the fairy tale card deck low. Moreover, this projection lacks the "Curse of Ice Heart," making the progress even slower.

He opened his eyes and sighed inwardly.

I simply gave up on meditation.

Just then, footsteps approached.

Looking up, through the iron gate, you can see two uniformed police officers escorting an elderly man in a short jacket wearing round-framed glasses as he walks towards you.

The patrol officers shone their flashlights as they banged on the cell doors along the way, yelling at the prisoners inside to behave.

But when they arrived at Wang Xi's cell number four, they were noticeably more nervous and apprehensive, and dared not act rashly.

"Mr. Wang, this is Secretary Bu from the local militia bureau. He's here on behalf of the militia commander to speak with you."

A round-faced patrolman stammered.

He witnessed the entire process of the young man killing people today, including catching the bullet with his bare hands, and he felt a deep sense of awe.

How to deal with the other party is a matter for the higher-ups in the bureau, and he dares not offend them easily... Heaven knows if this ruthless person will kill him through the cell door.

"Master Bu?"

Wang Xi slightly raised his eyelids and asked a question.

The lean old man chuckled and nodded in greeting.

"Mr. Xi, let's get straight to the point..."

“Strictly speaking, the entire militia bureau is nominally under the control of Master Han, and the families in Qingwei Town only contribute some money and grain. That master is far away in the provincial capital, and his influence is limited. In reality, the militia commander has the final say here.”

"The Liu family has some connections with Master Han in the provincial capital, and the Black Eel Army is also considered to be comrades-in-arms with the local militia... Originally, the militia leader looked down on the Sanhe Gang's rabble, but that Chief Tian used some means to climb up to the Liu family's big tree and even brought in the Black Eel Army to back him up, so the militia leader had to give him some face."

"The regimental commander has already heard about the matter concerning the gentleman."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice:
"A master like you is respected wherever you go. The group leader doesn't want to make things difficult for you, but..."

"You want me to work for your regimental commander, and he'll help me settle this matter?"

Wang Xi spoke with a half-smile.

The thin old man adjusted his glasses, grinned, and revealed a smile that said, "It's so much easier to talk to smart people."

“Exactly,” he said in a deep voice. “Not only that, the head of the organization will also guarantee that the Huo Family Martial Arts School will no longer be disturbed by the Sanhe Gang. What do you think?”

"Heh." Wang Xi remained seated cross-legged, his face hidden in shadow, only a low chuckle escaping his lips. "After waiting for so long, I thought your group leader would be a wise man... but I never expected him to be so utterly foolish."

Upon hearing this, the old man's face darkened.

The two patrol officers behind him exchanged a glance, their expressions subtly changing, but neither dared to breathe loudly.

"Why did you say this, sir?"

"Master Bu asked calmly."

“If your commander-in-chief could see this clearly, he should compile the intelligence on the Sanhe Gang and the Black Eel Army’s garrison into a book and have you send it to me.”

The sound drifted faintly from the cell.

"If you really want me to do something, you're not sincere at all. You're afraid to take the risks yourself, but you send an old man to act as a go-between..."

“Mr. Xi.” Master Bu seemed to be very knowledgeable. He didn’t say a word to Wang Xi’s words, but instead advised him: “You have already become a grandmaster at such a young age and are not afraid of firearms and weapons, but you don’t understand... In this world, you can’t get anything done by fighting alone.”

"never mind."

Wang Xi sighed dejectedly.

"It's a waste of breath to say anything more. I'd better go find him myself."

"?!"

Master Bu was startled.

Just as the two patrolmen were about to blow their whistles to warn the young man, they saw him get up from the bed and walk to the cell door.

"Shh." Wang Xi raised a finger. "Whoever makes a sound, I'll kill them."

The two patrol officers froze, motionless, like statues.

Wang Xi raised his hand, gripped the thick iron bars, and casually snapped them open like pulling sugarcane, creating a large hole in the cell door amidst a piercing metallic twisting sound.

The three people present stared wide-eyed, speechless.

Where is your regimental commander?

Wang Xi strolled out of the prison and asked a question.

Master Bu gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The two patrolmen behind him were young and afraid of death; their hands trembled as they pointed in unison towards the direction above their heads.

"Third floor, command room."

"Ah."

Wang Xi pondered for a moment, then walked away quickly with his hands behind his back.

The two patrol officers then felt as if they had been given a second chance at life.

After a while.

The lights on the third floor of the militia headquarters suddenly went out.

The door slammed open.

A figure emerged—a young man in a long black coat, carrying a brown paper document bag. His steps were leisurely, as if he were simply taking an after-dinner stroll.

He found his direction and set off under the cover of night.

He was still muttering:

"Let's go to the Sanhe Gang first."

(End of this chapter)