Chapter 52

"Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh—!"

Silver arrows shot forward, plunging deep into the plastic floor of the boxing ring.

At this moment, ten archers sat on each side of the spectator stands, loosening their strings and releasing arrows, but relying solely on ordinary people, no matter how well-trained, their reaction limits were only so fast.

Their previously superior eyesight now found they couldn't even see the shadow of their target!

That blurry phantom seemed like an incredibly agile gale, flashing a few times in the line of sight before dodging or knocking away arrow after arrow.

Merely sweeping through the crowd of archers, a flickering, indistinct blur of a staff flashed, and one by one the archers fell to the ground, unable to rise.

"This speed..."

In the monitoring room of the underground boxing arena, Sister Yang's pupils contracted tightly as she watched this scene on the surveillance screen, unable to believe her eyes.

In the footage captured by the high-speed camera, she clearly saw the terrifying movement speed of this young Patrol Officer; even through the screen, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear.

Could this really be a Patrol Officer who had only been regularized for two months?

How could he be so strong? In the surveillance footage, this was nothing short of a one-sided slaughter!

The fifty professional archers she had carefully cultivated in this arena should, by all rights, require even a Captain-level expert to handle with care, yet they were being slaughtered so casually?

Granted, the opponent's speed was fast and countered the archers, but this was simply too fast!

Moreover, it wasn't just simple speed; the key was that his movement technique was so bizarre and elusive, capable of turning and reversing in an instant with exquisite precision, showing not the slightest hint of stagnation? Such an elusive movement trajectory made it impossible for the archers to predict his path and release their arrows!

"I suspect he knows not just two combat arts, and certainly has at least one cultivated to the instinctive level..."

The more Sister Yang thought about it, the more shocked she became.

"Such a perverted genius in combat arts actually joined the Patrol?"

Sister Yang suddenly gritted her teeth, turned around, and walked briskly toward the exit of the monitoring room.

This scene made her realize she had to flee.

Although the monitoring records and data were still being destroyed and deleted, and many matters remained unattended, if she didn't evacuate now, she would die at the hands of this young Patrol Officer!

"While Zhang Zhu goes to stop him, I can still escape in time..."

After leaving the monitoring room, Sister Yang tried to lighten her footsteps as much as possible and moved quickly along the corridor.

She knew Zhang Zhu's strength very well.

Although Zhang Zhu couldn't possibly block that Patrol Officer, he had mastered the 77th Edition of the Practice Method and possessed a combat art, and that combat art was highly effective against enemies specializing in speed.

Combined with the remaining archers, they could at least buy her some time before dying.

This time would be enough for her to retrieve those extraterrestrial coins from the hidden safe in her office.

"And the Super-Sensation Original Fluid must be taken as well."

This thought flashed through Sister Yang's mind.

This substance could only be produced by the Wisdom Star Group and was worth a sky-high price at auction on the black market.

If not for the BOSS wanting to support Xiao Pei's rise to power, they wouldn't have brought out such a precious treasure as the Super-Sensation Original Fluid.

"There should still be enough time..."

Suddenly—

"Bang!"

After a loud gunshot, Sister Yang suddenly felt a numbness in her right leg, followed immediately by a sharp pain that nearly made her fall to the ground.

Shot? She immediately realized her right leg had been hit, turned her head abruptly, and saw a figure moving at a terrifying speed suddenly appear in the corridor, rushing toward her.

"Whoosh!"

Sister Yang's vision blurred; hearing the wind rush past her ears, she immediately understood the opponent had already circled to her side. Her slender, jade-like right hand instantly glowed with a layer of cold sharpness, followed by a palm blade that sliced horizontally across!

However, the opponent was simply too fast; within this narrow corridor, he retreated half a step in an instant, dodging her palm strike.

Immediately after—

"Bang!"

The silver gun barrel erupted with fire, instantly tearing a bloody hole in her right shoulder socket.

Even with a body cultivated through the 77th Edition of the Morning Sun Practice Method, several times more resilient than a normal human body, without having cultivated any defensive combat art, it was impossible to block such high-powered bullets! "Ugh!"

Sister Yang let out a muffled groan, feeling only the excruciating pain in her shoulder socket as the strength in her right arm drained away.

Immediately after, she felt a hard object pressing against her forehead.

—It was the cold muzzle of a gun.

"Move another inch, and I guarantee your head will explode."

A voice with no emotional fluctuation sounded, instantly freezing her body; she dared not make any further unnecessary movements. Lin Qing placed his fingertip on the trigger of the revolver, pressing it against the forehead of the woman in the cheongsam, and said softly, "Are you the person in charge of this underground arena?"

"Yes."

Sister Yang said, her face pale, "Where is Zhang Zhu? Did he escape?"

Could it be that Zhang Zhu realized the terrifying strength of this young Patrol Officer, didn't dare to fight, and fled directly, allowing the opponent to catch up so quickly?

"That bald guy?"

Lin Qing glanced at her. "He is already dead."

Sister Yang's heart grew even more horrified.

Zhang Zhu, combined with the remaining archers, couldn't even delay him for a single moment?

Did that mean this young Patrol Officer's strength was even more terrifying than she had anticipated? In that instant, many thoughts arose in her mind.

"I am the person in charge of this underground arena."

Sister Yang suddenly spoke in a low voice, "My name is Zhou Yang. You are Lin Qing, the newly promoted Vice-Captain of the Patrol Bureau, right? I want to make a deal with you; I believe you will be tempted."

"Tell me." Lin Qing looked at her.

Sister Yang took a deep breath and said, "Captain Lin, since you joined the Patrol system and didn't enter a martial arts academy, your aptitude must not be very good. I wonder if you have the confidence to master the original version of the Morning Sun Practice Method?"

"I know you want to buy your life."

Lin Qing's fingertips remained steadily resting on the revolver's trigger. "Speak directly. What do you want to use to buy your life?"

Sister Yang said in a low voice, "Money. Alien currency worth tens of millions. I can buy you the best high-energy slow-release fluid, the EPS series. Have you heard of it? I can also give you the legendary Hyper-Sensation Original Fluid."

"You have the Hyper-Sensation Original Fluid?" Lin Qing raised his eyebrows slightly.

So... this was what his inexplicable intuition had been craving? What he needed most right now was indeed the Hyper-Sensation Original Fluid.

"I do."

Sister Yang said without hesitation, "And it is right here in this underground boxing arena."

"You haven't mastered the original Morning Sun method either, have you? With the Hyper-Sensation Original Fluid, why do you keep it unused?" Lin Qing asked.

"That isn't for me. I dare not use it."

Sister Yang said in a deep voice, "Captain Lin can surely see that the reason our Yihong Society could hire Chu Tianyao is naturally because we have a greater background above us. To put it plainly, I am merely a puppet and dare not resist."

Lin Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Your informant at the Xiaoshan District Patrol Branch is Xiao Peidong, right?"

"I cannot say."

Sister Yang said slowly, "If Captain Lin wants to force these answers out of me, then just kill me. Losing the money and the Hyper-Sensation Original Fluid, I can at least still live. Once I leak a secret, I truly have no path to survival."

"Is that so?" Lin Qing sized her up and said, "Tell me then. Where are the money and the Hyper-Sensation Original Fluid?"

She had taken the bait... Sister Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The Hyper-Sensation Original Fluid is in a safe within a hidden compartment in the wall of my office, and the alien currency is hidden in a safe within another hidden compartment."

She added, "However, both safes require fingerprint and iris recognition to open, so I must go retrieve them personally."

Lin Qing looked at her, then the muzzle moved, and he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A burst of blood exploded from the socket of Sister Yang's left shoulder. The bullet sank deep into it. Darkness immediately surged before her eyes. Her already trembling body could not help but sway, and she nearly toppled over headfirst.

She bit her teeth down hard and lowered her head, only so that Lin Qing would not see the resentment in her eyes.

"Stand up. Be honest."

Lin Qing continued to point the gun at her head and said softly, "Otherwise, the next shot will be your head exploding."

Sister Yang took a deep breath and said, "Can you let me stop the bleeding first? If it keeps flowing like this, I won't be able to hold on."

Seeing that Lin Qing said nothing, she extended her fingertips, which radiated a cold sharpness, and cut open the hem of her cheongsam.

She paid no heed that her pale, delicate, straight legs were fully exposed. She merely quickly cut out strips of cloth. Even the area near her thighs was visible during her movements, yet she acted as if she had not noticed, tightly wrapping the wound with force and barely managing to stop the bleeding.

Lin Qing could also see that this woman was tearing her clothes to be half-covered and half-exposed, merely playing the beauty card, trying to test the shared weakness of men.

But this particular weakness of his had already been boiled into soup in his past life.

So he merely observed coldly, the muzzle always aimed at her.

After finishing these things in a mere half-minute, Sister Yang gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain, and then leaned against the wall to stand up.

"Let's go." Lin Qing spoke.

(End of this chapter)