During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

He took out the Heavenly Talisman True Box, connected it with his mind, and some information appeared. This box can open various upgrade talismans, similar to the Mask Box. From Hundred Trades to Inheritance, the probability of opening them decreases with each level.

"So, this upgrade talisman is more valuable than the mask itself. Then open it for me!"

A burst of light flowed, and blue light condensed: "Superpower Mask Enhancement Rune - Round One." "Superpowers! I'll have to wait until I get a superpower mask."

"It's time to get back to reality and deal with the police station's problems. That facade can only hold us off for a while. If we don't hear from Scarlett again, they'll probably really start using all sorts of torture devices and torture us to death."

With a thought, Song Beiyou suddenly felt a sharp drop, and he returned to his physical body.

The crude laughter and restless figures in the cell seemed to have been put back on hold and come alive again.

Song Beiyou remained leaning against the iron railing at the door. The Book of Impermanence was spread out before him, and the mask of "White Ape Eight Arms - Proficient" instantly covered his face like a blue stream of light.

Instantly, nearly 20 years of Eight-Armed Fist skills were poured in.

Song Beiyou took a deep breath like a whale sucking in water. His blood and qi surged like the tide crashing on the shore, starting from his arms, flowing up to his shoulders and back, gathering at his spine, and then rushing down to his legs from his tailbone.

In an instant, his muscles and skin rippled like waves, steam rose, and his joints made a series of cracking sounds, as if his body had swelled up a size.

Clang! Clang! The handcuffs and shackles shook violently.

With a soft exhale, Song Beiyou exhaled a breath of white air. He felt the surging power within his body and was filled with joy.

"I've entered the path of martial arts. To get out of here, I'll have to break this thing first."

With a powerful tug of his fists, the thick iron chains on the handcuffs nearly snapped under his strain.

Unfortunately, it was still a little short. Song Beiyou wiped the large beads of sweat from his forehead. His fingers traced the shackles and chains inch by inch, imagining them as a piece of beef—textured, layered, and porous. If he could find a structural weakness and strike with all his might, perhaps he could succeed.

My stomach rumbled like thunder, and a strong feeling of hunger suddenly rushed into my brain. It felt like there were countless little hands inside my stomach, trying to reach out my throat and grab something to eat.

All told, he had been locked up in the police station for a day and a night without food or water. Coupled with the "retribution" effect of the mask, Song Beiyou tightened his belt and swallowed hard.

"Hey kid, what are you doing? Come here! How can you be such a coward?" came an impatient urging from the shadows.

"Boss, this kid's straining a lot, could he be taking a dump?"

"What? This beast dares to defecate at the door!" A tall figure with a deep voice stood up abruptly, and the other figures followed suit, getting off the communal bed.

Song Beiyou sneered inwardly: You like "shit" so much? I'll beat you all to a pulp in a bit.

He gave a sinister smile, banging the iron chains on his hands against the iron bars, and screamed shrilly towards the outside, clutching his own neck: "Help! Help! Murder—!"

After calling for a long time, there was no response from outside the iron window at the end of the corridor.

The group of shadowy figures had never seen such a reverse operation before, and they were all stunned.

"Performance complete." Song Beiyou chuckled coldly. "Next, it's your turn."

Before he finished speaking, he had already leaped into the crowd! Even though he was wearing shackles weighing over ten kilograms, his movements were not affected at all; the shackles, on the contrary, became deadly weapons.

Song Beiyou charged into the wolf pack like a tiger, his arms flashing and striking relentlessly, leaving almost no one standing. He sent the prisoners flying in all directions. The sound of billiard balls echoed through the prison cell, accompanied by incessant screams.

The tall figure hadn't expected Song Beiyou to be so powerful; in the blink of an eye, all his men were on the ground. He roared and charged like a furious bear, raising his fist to strike!

Bang! The two exchanged blows, their fists clashing solidly. The bear-like figure couldn't withstand the attack and staggered backward.

Song Beiyou spun around and swung his arm, channeling his power into his fist, and then unleashed the killing move from the White Ape's Eight Arms—the Five-Strike Whip Through the Arms!

Bang! Bang! The bear-like figure barely managed to take two more punches before staggering, his knees buckling and collapsing to his knees. Before he could react, the lightning-fast punches forced him to open his eyes, and he cried out, "Stop! I surrender! From now on, you're the boss! You're the boss!"

Song Beiyou slowly withdrew his fist, which had been hovering three inches from Song Beiyou's forehead. "From now on, whatever I say, you'll do. Any problems?"

"No! Boss, whatever you say goes!" In the darkness, the tall figure was panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Boss, boss, we surrender!" The others, who were groaning and moaning, quickly begged for mercy and surrendered as well.

The cell quickly fell silent, as if everyone had fallen asleep.

A hushed whisper came from outside the iron bars: "Why is it so quiet? Did they kill him?"

"They were screaming so pitifully just now... Could something really have happened? Open the door! If they're dead, we'll be in deep trouble!"

The sound of a lock being opened was heard, the iron gate to the corridor was flung open, and several police officers rushed in. An incandescent light overhead flickered twice before turning on.

The group rushed to the cell door, looked inside, and were immediately dumbfounded.

A long line of prisoners squatted against the wall, each pinching their ears, heads drooping, all with bruised and swollen faces, looking utterly aggrieved. These were all vicious and wicked criminals.

Upon realizing the situation, the police officers flew into a rage, banging on the iron bars and shouting, "What are you doing? Where's Song Beiyou? Where is Song Beiyou?"

"I'm here." Song Beiyou lazily stood up, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Sir, what do you need me for?"

The officer in charge, Wang, frowned, his lips twitching. He pointed at the group of prisoners squatting against the wall: "What's wrong with them?"

Song Beiyou said calmly, "Sir, you'll have to ask them about that."

"Luo Axiong! Speak! What's going on?" Constable Wang shouted.

Luo Axiong, the former leader, who was squatting at the front with his ears pinched, had bruises around his eyes and said with a sheepish look on his face, "Reporting, sir... we have deeply realized our mistakes and are squatting against the wall to reflect on them."

Upon hearing this, Officer Wang was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed: "Don't give me that crap, get up now!"

The prisoners exchanged glances, but their eyes finally fell on Song Beiyou on the bed.

Seeing this, the other constables turned ashen-faced and roared, "If you don't get up now, you'll all be locked up in solitary confinement tomorrow! No food for you!"

Song Beiyou said casually, "Since the officer told you to get up, then get up."

Only then did the prisoners dare to stand up and carefully move to the bedside, but dare not approach Song Beiyou within five steps.

Officer Wang tapped Song Beiyou on the bed with his baton and sneered, "You'll get what's coming to you. Old Zhao won't wake up, and Xiao Fang's neck is broken. Do you think we officers are so easy to bully?"

So it was to avenge those two bastards. If it were an ordinary person, being handcuffed and thrown into this communal room would either kill them or leave them crippled. Since the feud had begun, it was time to settle it. A murderous intent surged in Song Beiyou's heart. He tightened his fingers and tore off a small piece of wood from the broken plank.

He had noticed the incandescent light bulb above him that flickered intermittently. These days, electrical wires are mostly exposed outside the walls, and it looked quite old.

Song Beiyou smiled and said, "The night road is difficult to travel, so please be careful, officers."

"Hmph! Let's go!" Constable Wang glared at Song Beiyou with a venomous look before turning and leaving.

Song Beiyou silently watched their footsteps. Under the influence of "Autumn Cicada's Premonition," he mentally reconstructed the events. Suddenly, the veins on his right hand bulged and swelled, and a dark shadow shot out!

*Thud!* The gray shadow exploded, severing a section of electrical wire above the iron gate at the end of the corridor. Losing its support, the wire immediately drooped, landing on the iron gate.

Almost simultaneously, the lights went out.

"This damn light should have been fixed a long time ago!" a police officer complained.

Officer Wang walked in front and reached for the iron gate. His fingers had barely touched the handle—

A blinding blue spark exploded with a "sizzle"! He froze abruptly, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, trembling violently, his palm firmly stuck to the doorknob by the electric current, unable to break free.

Seeing this, someone behind him reached out and grabbed his arm without thinking.

With a loud "crack!", a cluster of sparks exploded from the point of contact between the two people, and the other person screamed in pain, his whole body trembling violently.