The police officers at the station looked at the familiar young man before them, barely holding back their exasperation.
They still remembered this teenager named Lin Mo.
Last time, it was self-defense after being robbed. This time, he was framed for assault and then fled into the school.
However, after hearing Lin Mo’s statement, they couldn’t really blame him.
A quick investigation into Brother Quan and his gang revealed that each of them had a lengthy criminal record.
With just a little intimidation, the woman from the red-light district spilled everything.
Meanwhile, inside the office of the police station, the precinct’s Director He and Director Huang sat together.
Director He already had the statements from the others in hand.
He said to Director Huang, "This incident was indeed caused by troublemakers from the streets. Thankfully, Guangba Middle School has an outstanding educator like you, Director Huang, to ensure the students’ safety."
Director Huang, still holding his thermos cup, smiled faintly.
"You flatter me, Director He. May I ask if my student can go home now? After all, students have busy schedules, and he has school tomorrow."
Director He stood up. "Of course. I’ll have someone escort him back right away."
Director Huang waved his hand. "No need. I’ll take him back myself. No point wasting police resources."
Originally, Director Huang had just been on routine duty today.
He hadn’t expected Lin Mo to seek him out, offering him a small "merit" on a silver platter.
Lin Mo’s exceptional performance had even impressed military instructors, not to mention the way he had stood his ground against Director Huang before.
So, Director Huang agreed to Lin Mo’s request and even had the security team cooperate.
Now, it seemed the decision had paid off.
The previous assault incident had made the newspapers, but since there were no casualties, the school hadn’t reprimanded him too harshly.
They’d only advised him to handle such situations better next time.
But those words were still a veiled criticism. Both the school’s Party secretary and principal had discussed campus security with him.
That was why he had immediately arranged a training program for the security team.
And today’s incident perfectly demonstrated the results of that training.
The only regret was that no reporters had been present.
Still, this could still be reported as an achievement.
After all, while emergencies couldn’t always be prevented, resolving them flawlessly was commendable.
Director Huang walked into the station’s lobby just as Lin Mo was being escorted out.
Seeing Director Huang, Lin Mo naturally approached him.
"Director Huang must be thinking how great it would’ve been if reporters were here, right?"
Lin Mo’s calm demeanor, showing no trace of nervousness about being at a police station, made Director Huang ask,
"You don’t seem the least bit afraid."
Then he remembered—Lin Mo had supposedly fought off over a dozen thugs before. He’d only heard rumors and hadn’t fully believed them.
Lin Mo replied indifferently, "No, I’m not afraid. Honestly, I could’ve taken them all down myself, but that wouldn’t have looked good. That’s why I asked for your help, Director Huang."
The world wasn’t just about brute force, after all.
Director Huang understood exactly what Lin Mo meant.
What was a school?
Sure, any random parent could mouth off in front of one.
But in reality, a prestigious high school was a formidable entity in society.
The principal held at least a deputy-division-level rank, and Director Huang himself was a deputy-section-level official—on equal footing with Director He.
When dealing with street thugs, the school’s influence was far more effective than Lin Mo’s fists.
In fact, the school would even help Lin Mo resolve such issues.
As long as Lin Mo was in the right, the school would stand by its students in external conflicts.
Especially since Director Huang sensed there was something extraordinary about Lin Mo.
Inside Director Huang’s car, Lin Mo remained composed—neither humble nor arrogant, just steady.
The two rode in silence until they reached the entrance of the urban village.
As Lin Mo got out, he finally spoke.
"Thank you for the ride, Director Huang. I might have to trouble you again in the future, Elder Huang."
Director Huang blinked. "Elder Huang?"
Ah, he’d slipped into gaming lingo again.
Lin Mo grinned. "You’re like a sect elder from a novel, aren’t you?"
Director Huang nodded slightly. "It’s no trouble. As long as you’re in the right, it’s never trouble. But I’ll still need to report this to the school leadership. Though, as a student, it’s understandable to unwind at a KTV—just be mindful of safety."
"Of course. I’ll be more careful in the future," Lin Mo replied.
With a nod, Director Huang drove off.
Lin Mo stepped into the shadows—and vanished the next second.
......
Brother Quan sat alone in his cell.
He still couldn’t fathom how he’d been caught so easily. Most baffling of all, from the school to the police station, they’d never seen that boy again.
They didn’t even know his name.
Then the police told him his buddies had confessed, and he’d be charged with attempted assault.
But he hadn’t even done anything! They hadn’t even thrown a punch before being taken down.
Why was this happening?
He couldn’t make sense of it.
"Don’t bother thinking about it."
A voice echoed. Brother Quan jerked his head up, staring at the shadows in the corner of the detention cell.
"Y-you—how are you here?!"
From the darkness, Lin Mo slowly rose.
"Because I haven’t punished you yet. So here I am."
At those words, Brother Quan’s entire body broke out in goosebumps, dread coiling in his gut.
He was certain the cell had been empty before.
Yet now, Lin Mo stepped forward, crystal clear in the dim light.
Brother Quan screamed toward the bars, "Help! Someone help!"
But no one would hear him. Lin Mo had already soundproofed the space. Even if someone walked by, they’d notice nothing amiss.
So Lin Mo continued advancing, step by step.
When fear reaches its peak, it births reckless courage.
Gritting his teeth, Brother Quan roared and charged at Lin Mo.
"Raa—!"
Before he could finish, his body levitated midair.
Lin Mo merely raised a hand, spiritual energy surging out to suspend Brother Quan effortlessly.
"Now, let’s hear about all the wrongs you’ve committed."
Soul Scour!
One vile deed after another spilled from the mouth of this seemingly handsome, burly man.
Lin Mo listened from the edge of the bed, then stood slowly.
Loan sharking, brutal beatings, gang rape, coercing women into prostitution, violent debt collection—and plenty more.
No direct murders, but he’d driven more than a few to suicide.
This man was nothing but a societal tumor.
"Kneel here and kowtow. Keep doing it until you die."
With that, Lin Mo turned and left.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
