My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

The iron door to the interrogation room was yanked open with a loud bang.

Three burly men in police uniforms filed in. They were all broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with fleshy faces and fierce eyes that looked like they could devour someone.

The man at the front was holding a rubber baton and had a thick book on criminal law tucked under his arm.

The next two, one of them had a bulging pocket with the metal head of a stun gun sticking out.

The other one had his hands tucked into his pockets, with a transparent plastic bag between his fingers containing white powder.

The door was locked behind them again, and the three of them formed a triangle around Ye Xunhuan. It was clear from their posture that they had no intention of asking him any questions after they came in.

Ye Xunhuan leaned back in his chair, a half-eaten strawberry lollipop dangling from his mouth.

With his cheeks puffed out, he glanced at the three of them, showing no fear whatsoever, but instead curled his lip in disgust.

"Lu Mingyuan, is this the person you found? This is too perfunctory. I thought you could get a few capable fighters."

"Shut the fuck up!" The burly man at the front slammed his book down on the table, making the iron table vibrate.

"Stand up! Go squat in the corner!"

"Assaulting police officers, resisting arrest, possession of drugs, firearms and ammunition, provoking fights resulting in death or disability, sodomizing an eight-year-old child and an eighty-year-old mother..."

Ye Xunhuan laughed when he heard this.

How does this sound like something that a group of them would do?

"What are you laughing at? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know that even the Horse King has three eyes!"

As he spoke, the burly man winked at the two men beside him.

The man on the left immediately grinned and stepped forward, pressing down on Ye Xunhuan's shoulder, while placing the thick book of criminal law on Ye Xunhuan's back with his other hand.

This is an old trick used by the police. They beat you with a book underneath, so you can't see any marks on the outside, but it can shake your internal organs to the point of displacement. It's very insidious.

The man on the right was even more despicable. He pulled out a high-voltage stun gun, and with a hissing sound, he pressed the button, producing blue sparks. He stared at Ye Xunhuan's lower body with malicious intent, and with a flick of his wrist, he was about to stab him there.

"Kid, you're always pretending, huh? Well, then I'll let you experience what it's like to be electrocuted!"

"Haha, way more powerful than seducing women?"

"Then you'll know what it means to be struck by lightning and what roasted ham tastes like!"

sizzle...

As he spoke, his face suddenly turned cold. "You dare to steal a woman and things from Young Master Lu."

"I'll cripple that thing of yours first, then let's see how arrogant you'll be!"

The last one circled around to Ye Xunhuan's side, the small package in his hand already opened, waiting for the two in front to subdue Ye Xunhuan and stuff the thing into his mouth.

When caught red-handed, they won't be able to explain themselves no matter how hard they try.

The three worked together seamlessly, clearly having done their fair share of unethical things like framing and extracting confessions through torture.

But they forgot that the person sitting opposite them was no ordinary person; it was Ye Xunhuan.

Just as the baton was about to whistle and smash into the book, the blue sparks from the stun gun were almost touching his pants.

Ye Xunhuan made a move.

Without even getting up from his chair, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the iron chair welded to the ground slid backward half a meter with a "whoosh," instantly causing the attacks of the three burly men to miss their target.

The man wielding the baton used too much force, and when the baton slammed onto the interrogation table, the recoil made his hands go numb and his arms tremble.

The one with the stun gun couldn't stop himself; he staggered forward half a step and lost his balance.

In that split second, Ye Xunhuan flicked his tongue, and the lollipop stick he was holding in his mouth flew out with a "whoosh".

The thin plastic stick was more accurate than a throwing knife at that moment, hitting the wrist tendon of the man holding the stun gun with a "thud".

"Awooo—!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the interrogation room.

The man loosened his grip, and the stun gun, sizzling with blue flames, slipped from his hand and, by sheer coincidence, landed right in his crotch.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Blue flames flickered wildly, and electric current surged erratically.

The guy's eyes were wide open, his body was convulsing violently, he was foaming at the mouth, and he fell straight backward.

He was still trembling on the ground after falling, and wisps of smoke were rising from his crotch, emanating a burnt, roasted sausage smell.

This change happened in the blink of an eye.

The man next to them who was handing out drugs was stunned; he even forgot to hand over the heroin in his hand.

Ye Xunhuan wasn't going to be polite with him. He reached out like lightning, grabbed Ye Xunhuan's wrist, and gently twisted it back.

"Click—"

With a sharp crack and a scream, the man's wrist was twisted into a pretzel, and the small packet of drugs in his hand naturally ended up in his mouth.

Ye Xunhuan patted him on the back without much force, but it precisely opened his throat.

With a "thud".

That guy swallowed the entire packet of white powder.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he pointed at Ye Xunhuan, making two "hoarse" sounds. Before he could say anything, he collapsed to the ground.

His whole body was convulsing, he was foaming at the mouth, and his face was turning bluish-purple at a visible speed; he was about to die.

In the blink of an eye, two were crippled. The last burly man with the baton was stunned. He stood there, holding the baton, unable to move forward or backward. Cold sweat poured down his forehead and soaked his back.

Only then did he realize that they had kicked a metal plate, and the kind of metal plate that could kill a person.

"You...you dare to assault a police officer! This is a crime!" the burly man shouted, his voice trembling as he tried to sound fierce but was actually quite weak.

Ye Xunhuan slowly took out a new strawberry lollipop from his pocket, tore off the wrapper, put it in his mouth, and casually tossed the wrapper away, which landed squarely on the burly man's forehead.

"Assaulting a police officer?"

He chuckled and pointed his chin at the person on the ground.

"Look at yourselves in these uniforms. Do they even fit? The badge numbers are crooked, the epaulets are all on one side, and that blue dragon tattoo on your arm is practically showing through your sleeve."

"With acting skills like that, he dares to pretend to be a policeman?"

"Even the extras at the entrance of Hengdian, who only make eighty yuan a day, act better than you guys."

The burly man looked down and saw that his police uniform sleeve was indeed not zipped up properly, with half of his blue dragon tattoo showing.

His face turned pale instantly.

However, he gritted his teeth, with a "what the hell" attitude, and charged forward with a roar, brandishing his baton.

"Since you fucking know everything, then I might as well go all the way and kill you!"

Ye Xunhuan didn't even lift his eyelids. Only when he rushed close did he lazily lift his foot and gently kick the back of his knee.

With a "thump".

The burly man knelt heavily on the ground, face down, and slammed into the corner of the iron table.

With a sharp "crack," it was unclear whether it was a broken nose or a missing front tooth. The burly man clutched his face and screamed in agony, blood gushing from between his fingers. He curled up on the ground, crying and wailing.

The whole thing took less than a second.

The three menacing fake policemen were all lying on the ground, groaning.

Ye Xunhuan swung his legs, crunching loudly on his lollipop, looking utterly dejected, as if he had just crushed three ants, without a shred of satisfaction.

"Is that all you've got? You think you can pull off torture to extract confessions?"

"Lu Mingyuan, Lu Mingyuan, are you out of options or what? Sending three useless people here to be killed, is that really necessary?"

"Ugh! This is boring, so boring, it's not fun at all!"

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the lollipop that had just fallen out of his pocket, carefully patted off the dust, and stuffed it back into his pocket like a precious treasure.

But that doesn't stop him from hitting people; it just makes people think he's weird.

Just then, the interrogation room door was pushed open again.

Lu Mingyuan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, strolled in slowly.