Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 22 Senior
The Fire Cloud Evil God was not so easily dealt with. He sneered and dodged, then suddenly swung his hands at one of them, instantly creating a suction force from his palms.

Before the gunman could react, he was pulled towards him and pressed against the back of his neck.

"Noisy!"

With a single, forceful movement of the hand placed on his neck by the Fire Cloud Evil God, the man's head lolled to the side, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Attack! Attack!"

The second-in-command of Xiaoyao Pavilion immediately roared wildly.

Immediately, a group of security personnel, some armed with guns and others with weapons, surrounded them.

Fire Cloud Evil God moved like the wind, his figure elusive and unpredictable. How could the security guards possibly pinpoint his location? Gunfire rang out for a long time, but they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. Instead, they lost many of their men.

Li Maosheng, standing on the second-floor steps, had a gloomy face and his hawk-like eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"Call the police station!"

The second brother next to him was stunned when he heard this, then gritted his teeth and made a phone call.

Within minutes, the piercing sound of police sirens rang out outside the hall.

Hearing the commotion, "Fire Cloud Evil God" laughed and used the force in his palm to transform the scattered table and chair debris into sharp blades, scattering them at the crowd surrounding him.

Everyone quickly moved away upon seeing this.

He laughed loudly, then transformed into a blur and darted swiftly toward the main gate.

The security personnel, regaining their senses, hurriedly raised their guns and fired wildly, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Just as the gunfire subsided and everyone was preparing to go out and give chase, a group of armed police officers carrying live ammunition suddenly poured into the gate.

They stood on the steps, each holding their guns down, blocking everyone below.

At this moment, Li Maosheng, standing on the second-floor steps, had an increasingly cold look in his eyes, and his hands, hanging by his sides, trembled slightly.

With the arrival of the armed police, a tall, stern-faced man with an imposing presence strode in moments later.

"Hands up, everyone!"

As the man arrived, armed police officers quickly entered the scene and surrounded the crowd.

"Inspector Li, it's such a small matter, why trouble you to come in person!"

Li Maosheng forced a smile, quickly descended from the second floor, and went to greet him.

"A minor matter? Is causing someone's death a minor matter?"

"I have misspoke and hope that Inspector Li will not take offense."

"Well, what's going on?"

Inspector Li nodded silently, thus putting the matter aside.

"A madman just came into the store and caused trouble..."

Li Maosheng gave a brief explanation and then invited Inspector Li into the store for a detailed discussion.

"No need to go in. Zhao Long and Zhang Hu, you two handle this matter with Boss Li."

"Operating in accordance with the law and regulations is the right way, and naturally, it makes you a key target for our police station's protection. Mr. Li should understand that, right?"

"understand!"

"That's good since you understand!"

A slight, satisfied smile appeared on Inspector Li's stern face.

But he was definitely laughing.

After speaking, he turned and left the gate of Xiaoyao Pavilion with several attendants.

The remaining armed police officers, led by two officers, dispersed the people present.

Li Maosheng remained silent and kept a dark expression throughout.

Zhao Rui and Yang Fan had never seen such a scene before. When the police came and drove them away from Xiaoyao Pavilion, they wished they had two more legs so they could stay there for as long as possible.

This is a fierce gunfight happening right under our noses!
After following the crowd out of Xiaoyao Pavilion, Yang Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in a slightly trembling voice, "What bad luck! To run into something like this!"

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything!"

Seeing that Zhao Rui did not react, Yang Fan couldn't help but glance at him, only to find that Zhao Rui's gaze was deep, as if he was thinking about something.

He frowned and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhao Rui then came to his senses and said, "I'm wondering just how high that old man's martial arts level is?"

"Martial arts? Yes, I almost forgot. This old man is definitely a grandmaster, he's amazing. This is the first time in my life I've ever seen a grandmaster in action!"

"Ah."

"You don't actually want to become a grandmaster, do you... Pshaw, you definitely will become a grandmaster. My lifelong wealth and luxury will depend on you."

As they talked, the two got on their motorcycle and sped away from the troublesome place.

Xiaoyao Pavilion is located in a bustling area of ​​the city, so who would have thought that someone would brazenly come knocking on its door?

The attitude of the police officers upon their arrival reinforced this feeling; they didn't seem to be there to handle a police situation at all. They seemed more like they were there to claim credit or to demonstrate their power.

As for capturing "Fire Cloud Evil God," it seemed like a perfunctory task.

This world is indeed not that simple.

Sitting on the back of Yang Fan's motorcycle, Zhao Rui touched Yang Fan's thick waist and couldn't help but think to himself.

"Hey!"

Just as he was lost in thought, Yang Fan's motorcycle suddenly came to an abrupt stop.

Zhao Rui reacted with remarkable instinct, instantly using his hands to pull on Zhao Rui's waist muscles to stabilize his body.

"Ouch...!"

This pinch made Yang Fan grimace and groan in pain.

But his groan stopped abruptly after only one note.

It was as if something was covering his mouth.

"what happened?"

Zhao Rui asked curiously.

"Him, him!"

Yang Fan spoke shakily towards the front.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui peeked out and was immediately greeted by a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"Fire Cloud Evil God!"

Zhao Rui felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat poured down his back.

In front of them, on a rickshaw, Fire Cloud Evil God was leisurely sitting with his legs crossed, picking his teeth with something that looked like a toothpick.

Yang Fan's voice must have reached his ears.

After all, the hearing of a grandmaster is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The Fire Cloud Evil God glanced at the two of them and surprisingly revealed a strange smile.

The rickshaw moved very quickly and disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.

"Oh no, oh no, we've been targeted by this serial killer! What do we do, what do we do?"

Yang Fan's legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Although Zhao Rui wasn't trembling all over, he was tense and his brows were furrowed.

"Come on!"

Zhao Rui called out, signaling Yang Fan to leave quickly. Compared to such a powerful figure, he probably wouldn't care about the two little guys.

After all, there were a lot of people present at the time.

"You two seem to know me?"

At that moment, a familiar, magnetic voice boomed behind them like a thunderclap.

"No, no, I know him!"

Yang Fan didn't dare to turn his head.

"Oh?"

The speaker clearly did not believe it.

Sitting in the back row, Zhao Rui was closer to the person speaking, and he could clearly smell the warm breath emanating from him, carrying a strange odor unique to slovenly people.

"Senior, we've met you at the Xiaoyao Pavilion before!"

Knowing that things had come to this point and there was no point in hiding, Zhao Rui mustered his courage and spoke frankly.

"Xiaoyao Pavilion?"

"Tell me about it!"

Zhao Rui was taken aback, but still recounted the whole story in detail.

"interesting!"

The speaker said in a slightly mocking tone.

Zhao Rui and his companion dared not respond, and waited quietly for the speaker to say something more. After two minutes, they heard no sound.

Zhao Rui turned his head to look, but there was no one behind him.

He was immediately horrified. He was a level four professional martial artist, yet he hadn't heard a thing as the other person came and went.

Is this the difference between an ordinary martial artist and a grandmaster?

(End of this chapter)