Power and wealth bring fragrance

How did Wei Yuan manage to do that?

It's actually very simple, just four words.

Transmitting sound secretly.

Martial arts masters can channel their martial energy, envelop their voice, and project it along a line directly into the target's ear without being heard by others.

What Wei Yuan is doing now is an improved version of the secret transmission of sound.

The Di Ting (谛听) is the ancestor of all sound manipulation.

Wei Yuan inherited the Di Ting legacy, and naturally, he also inherited its talent.

His martial arts skills have not yet broken through the Dark Force level, so in theory he should not be able to project his martial arts skills such a long distance.

However, he used his hands to strike the wall at a specific frequency to create a special resonant sound wave, and then used martial arts to propel the sound into Liu Xiangrong's room.

And because the sound waves resonate with the same frequency as his own voice, he can imitate his own voice, say what he wants to say, and inform Liu Xiangrong.

It sounds simple, but it was quite difficult for Wei Yuan to do.

This was the first time he had done this, and he wasn't entirely confident.

He had already exhausted most of his martial energy by saying just a few words.

Regardless of the process, he achieved his goal.

Hearing Liu Xiangrong's breathing and heartbeat become rapid and quick through his Heavenly Ear, Wei Yuan knew that Liu Xiangrong had received his message, and that was enough.

He didn't continue operating; after stopping, he leaned against the wall and pretended to rest with his eyes closed.

However, Wei Yuan's breathing gradually became longer and deeper, and with each breath, the martial energy he had consumed began to recover.

Although Liu Xiangrong was still somewhat terrified and felt as if she had seen a ghost.

However, since it was Wei Yuan who saw the ghost this time, her panic was not as intense as it had been at the beginning.

After a moment of stunned silence, Liu Xiangrong sat down, her beautiful, shimmering eyes staring blankly at the thick wall.

Has Wei Yuan arrived yet?

For some reason, Liu Xiangrong's panic gradually subsided, and her breathing and heartbeat gradually stabilized.

Time flew by in silence.

Just as Wei Yuan was breathing heavily to recover his martial strength and silently counting his heartbeats, which had reached 15,962, the deathly silent temporary detention cell finally stirred.

"Squeak."

A grating door opening sounded, and an investigator pushed in a trolley, speaking with obvious impatience.

"Dinner time."

"You bunch of bastards, stand up and get ready to serve your meal."

The other people locked in the single cells immediately stood up and obediently stood in the open space in the middle of the cells, raising their hands high to indicate that they had no weapons.

This is the police department's rule for providing meals.

The police station holds vicious criminals who have no moral bottom line and could easily do something drastic at any moment.

There have been instances where prisoners under temporary custody suddenly attacked detectives during mealtimes.

Escape was impossible, but the detective was also completely dead.

Since then, whether it's the police department or the tax investigation committee, wherever there is the authority to detain prisoners, a rule has been established that prisoners must raise their hands and stay away from the bars when being released for meals, in order to avoid repeating the same mistake.

Wei Yuan heard the shouts, but he was too lazy to move.

Liu Xiangrong was also a newcomer, clueless about the rules. She was already starving, and when she heard that the food was served, her eyes lit up and she quickly stood up.

She was so shocked and hungry that she had no strength left. She stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but managed to hold onto the bed and didn't fall down. Naturally, she didn't stand up like the others.

The investigator in charge of distributing meals pushed a cart along a row of single rooms, and each time he passed a single room, he would take a meal from the cart and roughly throw it on the ground.

A loaf of bread, a carton of yogurt, and a banana covered in black spots—that was everyone's dinner.

As they passed Wei Yuan's room, the investigator who was serving meals exchanged a glance with the two other investigators who were acting as doormen, and casually tossed out a meal.

"Thump."

Wei Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard the sound of the food being thrown on the ground; he only twitched his nose slightly.

The three investigators who were secretly watching Wei Yuan frowned slightly, but then quickly returned to normal.

The investigator continued forward and soon arrived at Liu Xiangrong's private room. He casually tossed a meal over his shoulder and then pushed the cart away.

Only then did the prisoners with their hands raised dare to move, picking up the bread from the ground and wolfing it down despite their disgusted expressions.

Liu Xiangrong was also quite hungry. She smelled the bread and found it didn't have a sour smell, so she picked it up, tore off a small piece, and started eating.

Just then, the sound of knocking on the wall started again.

Liu Xiangrong was startled, and Wei Yuan's faint voice rang in her ears again.

"Don't eat it..."

Don't eat it?

Liu Xiangrong, being a seasoned businesswoman, understood the meaning instantly after a slight pause.

She glanced at the bread in her hand, and even though she was starving, she gritted her teeth and tried to throw it away.

But she paused, as if she had thought of something, and immediately turned her back to the iron bars, pretending to be eating.

In reality, he tore the bread into small strips and threw them directly into the toilet.

After Wei Yuan pointed it out, she realized what was going on.

I was framed and brought here; there are treacherous people everywhere.

Who knows if the food they serve here might have some kind of added ingredient that could cause an infection?

When young people go to bars, their families always warn them not to smoke cigarettes offered by strangers, and never to drink water from a glass once it's out of sight.

The food provided in this dangerous place is naturally not to be eaten.

Wei Yuan, with his eyes closed, heard the sounds coming from Liu Xiangrong's private room, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

They're very clever; they can apply what they've learned to other situations after just one point.

Wei Yuan felt relieved, then opened his eyes, jumped off the bed, and picked up the food from the floor.

The two guards, who were secretly observing Wei Yuan out of the corner of their eyes, saw him pick up the bread. A hint of mockery and relaxation flashed in their eyes, and they immediately relaxed and continued to stand guard.

However, they did not see that behind them, Wei Yuan was watching their backs with a mocking smile.

The pounding hearts of the two men who collapsed at the door had already betrayed their thoughts.

Whether it was when the investigators were serving food or when Wei Yuan reached for the bread, both investigators' heartbeats quickened instantly.

This situation proves that these two guys are either nervous or emotionally agitated.

This indirectly proves one thing.

That means there's something wrong with the food that's been left out.

Moreover, Wei Yuan didn't just listen; he also used other methods to corroborate his evidence.

He took the bread, sat on the bed, tore open the wrapper, and Wei Yuan's nose twitched slightly.

With his heightened sense of smell, he easily detected a subtle bitterness amidst the aroma of bread.

This was the smell he detected when the bread was thrown in.

It was this taste that led Wei Yuan to conclude that something had been added to the food, which is why he warned Liu Xiangrong not to eat it.

Now that the smell was so clear, Wei Yuan, who was well-versed in medical theory and skills, was able to identify what it was simply by smell.

Sedatives, or sleeping pills.

After consuming it, even if it doesn't make you sleep like a log, it will quickly make you feel tired and fall asleep.

"A cheap trick that can't be played in public."

Wei Yuan chuckled, took a big bite of bread without hesitation, and slowly chewed and swallowed it.

What ordinary people might be afraid of, he might not be.

With his fiery martial energy, he could refine even the most potent poisons, let alone sleeping pills, bit by bit.

Wei Yuan finished his bread and rice in a few bites, and also ate all the yogurt and banana.

As expected, it was the same product with added ingredients.

After finishing his meal, Wei Yuan casually threw the trash on the ground and lay down on the bed for a long nap.

The two door gods watched as Wei Yuan finished eating everything, their sneers and smugness growing ever stronger.

Liu Xiangrong pretended to have finished eating, then flushed the toilet, washing away all the bread without a trace.

As for the yogurt and bananas, she left them there untouched.

It's normal for women to have small appetites and not be able to eat much.

Immediately, Liu Xiangrong lay down on the bed, curled up, and endured the weakness caused by hunger. Sleepiness gradually crept in.

The other prisoners also finished their meals in a few bites, casually complaining that the portion was too small, they weren't full, and the taste was terrible, before going to bed as well.

Soon, the entire detention area fell completely silent.

The two investigators who served as Wei Yuan's doormen made a move.

They walked through each cell, and after seeing everyone fast asleep in bed, they silently left the detention area.

The flashing red lights on the cameras mounted on the ceiling on both sides quietly went out, ceasing their operation.

The entire detention area has become a complete blind spot.

About half an hour later, the sound of the door creaking open was heard again.

Zhao Xuan, beaming with pride, walked in with Ruan Yi and Ruan Er, who were expressionless.

Behind them were the two investigators who had been standing guard for Wei Yuan.

"Remember, you only have half an hour."

The investigator gave a warning, and Zhao Xuan nodded, beaming as he slapped a check onto the investigator's chest.

"I understand the rules, thank you for your help."

"Here's a small token of my appreciation."

The investigator took the check, glanced at the number on it, and immediately beamed with delight.

Two hundred thousand.

That's enough for his salary for a year.

Even if he splits it with his partner, he'll still get 100,000.

I didn't do anything and I got six months' salary in my hands. How could I not be happy?

The investigator's expression instantly softened. After nodding to Zhao Xuan, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

"Damn it."

Zhao Xuan cursed at the investigator, but couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

The important thing is to take care of the business first.

"Number 3, number 8."

Zhao Xuan muttered to himself as he led the two to room number 3, where they saw Wei Yuan lying on his back, asleep with his eyes closed.

"Is that all you've got? Ha, you really think you're some kind of all-powerful figure?"

Zhao Xuan raised his hand and tapped the cold iron bars twice. The sound was not loud, just enough to reach the private room, like a cat deliberately playing with a mouse before catching it.

"No rush, let you sleep a little longer. After I've finished dealing with Liu Xiangrong, I'll come back and spend some time with you."

"I'll see then whether you're tougher or I'm more ruthless. Sooner or later I'll force you to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy."

Zhao Xuan chuckled sinisterly, too lazy to look at Wei Yuan again. He waved his hand and led the expressionless and burly Ruan Yi and Ruan Er beside him straight past cell number 3 and headed straight for the single cell marked with the number 8 at the end of the corridor.

When Zhao Xuan reached the iron bars of cell number 8, he immediately stopped, leaned forward, and squinted to look inside.

Liu Xiangrong lay on her side on the simple hard bed, her long eyelashes drooping gently, her eyes tightly closed, her chest rising and falling slowly and steadily, looking like she was deep in sleep and completely unguarded.

Upon seeing this scene, Zhao Xuan felt a surge of pent-up anger and pleasure.

His face was contorted into a ferocious expression, his eyes filled with a mad smugness that had been suppressed for many years, and his knuckles clenched uncontrollably.

Ever since he was kicked out by Liu Xiangrong and left penniless, he has been tormented day and night, longing for this day.

The thought of being able to take revenge on and torment this woman at will filled Zhao Xuan with surging blood and trembling limbs, and he let out a suppressed chuckle.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Ruan Yi and Ruan Er, who were standing silently behind him, and gave the order in a deep voice, suppressing his excitement.

"Open the door, go in and wake her up."

Without saying a word, Ruan reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a key.

The key was inserted into the lock and turned gently. With a crisp "click," the tightly locked prison door was pushed open.

Zhao Xuan stepped into the small single room first, followed closely by Ruan Yi and Ruan Er. The three dark figures instantly surrounded the bed.

Zhao Xuan's mind and eyes were completely focused on the sleeping Liu Xiangrong in front of him, and he was immersed in the ecstasy of his impending revenge, completely unaware of the No. 3 single room on the other side of the corridor behind him.

Wei Yuan, who had been lying still and seemingly in a deep sleep, had slowly opened his eyes at some point.

Those two eyes, which had been tightly closed just moments before, were now clear and bright, showing no sign of sleepiness. A chilling and sharp killing intent surged within their dark pupils, as sharp as a poisoned longsword.

Just as he expected, that bastard Zhao Xuan actually dared to bring people in!

Sedatives, disabling surveillance, bribing guards, and secretly making duplicate keys to the prison—the entire process was meticulously planned, clearly premeditated, with the intention of harming Liu Xiangrong in this secluded and deserted place.

Wei Yuan got out of bed silently, without making a sound like a cat.

He didn't have the key; his large hand covered the lock on the iron window.

Without using sound waves to probe the way, he could guess the structure of the lock simply by touching it, relying on his experience as a locksmith.

Immediately, Wei Yuan unleashed his martial energy, and the lock opened silently!

Inside room number 8, Zhao Xuan stared intently at Liu Xiangrong, who was sleeping soundly in a daze on the bed. He rubbed his palms together excitedly, his tone sinister and manic as he spoke again.

"Hurry up and wake her up!"

"Today I'm going to really mess with her. If I don't manage to make her look like a hundred and eighty different things, then I, Zhao Xuan, am considered Liu Xiangrong's kept man!"

Ruan Yi agreed, took out a small and exquisite white jade snuff bottle from his sleeve, uncorked it, leaned slightly forward, brought the bottle mouth to the tip of Liu Xiangrong's small nose, and gently swayed it from side to side.

The pale, colorless powder in the pot drifted in the wind and slowly entered Liu Xiangrong's nasal cavity.

In just a few dozen seconds, less than a minute, the woman on the bed suddenly trembled slightly, and a soft, weak moan escaped from her lips.

Liu Xiangrong slowly raised her long eyelashes, her once clear and sharp eyes now covered with a thick layer of mist, her gaze unfocused and confused as she stared at the three dark figures in front of her, unable to react to her current predicament.