"Comrades of the police officers, I'm sorry. There was a conflict just now, so these aunts are still a bit excited and can't calm down yet. I hope you can understand."
Cao Cheng spoke slowly with a smile on his face.
Compared with the voices of the aunts, his voice was like music to the ears.
The leading senior police officer nodded. "We can understand. Young man, could you tell us what exactly happened here? What's going on with these people?"
"Well, it's like this..."
Cao Cheng briefly explained the whole thing in a few words.
Basically, during the day, some hooligans had a fight with a girl in the courtyard, and at night, the hooligans came back with more people to take revenge.
All the aunts and grandmas present were those who saw injustice and stepped in to help.
The story was logical.
After hearing it, the police officers understood all the details of the incident.
But...
They didn't believe it.
A dozen hooligans were armed with daggers and butterfly knives, and the least lethal weapon was a knuckle duster.
In other words, they were fully armed.
But what did these aunts have in their hands?
The most powerful thing... was probably a bench, right?
And yet, the outcome was that the hooligans were badly defeated?
Was this reasonable?
It was simply unreasonable!
The most astonishing thing was that none of these aunts and grandmas was even slightly injured.
Not to mention the police officers.
Even an ordinary person with common sense wouldn't believe Cao Cheng's story.
Cao Cheng seemed to notice the suspicion in the police officers' eyes.
He said with a smile, "I know a little bit of martial arts, so I didn't let the aunts get hurt."
The leading senior police officer asked, "Apart from you, did anyone else get involved in the fight?"
By now, a large crowd had gathered around.
Some aunts in the crowd were still boasting about the fight just now.
"No one else," Cao Cheng shook his head.
"Alright, then..." The police officer turned around and gave an order. "Take these people back."
Then he said to Cao Cheng, "You all come with us too. We need to take your statements."
The senior police officer started to contact the police station, asking them to send a vehicle and also to arrange for an ambulance...
After all, these hooligans seemed to be seriously injured.
In addition, he sent someone to find out which building and unit Aunt Wang lived in and go to ask her about the situation. Since this incident involved Aunt Wang's daughter, she was one of the parties involved.
Half an hour later.
Many police officers were sent from the station. They loaded the people into two vehicles and took them away.
Before leaving, they also took the surveillance footage from the community entrance.
...
After getting off the vehicle.
The aunts walked with their heads held high, looking like victorious heroes returning.
They were chatting and laughing all the way.
Being able to enter the police station as heroes was not an experience that just anyone could have.
The on - duty police officers at the station were stunned.
In contrast, the hooligans' state was in sharp contrast to the aunts'. The more seriously injured ones were sent directly to the hospital. Those with bruised faces and swollen eyes were meek and dejected as they were escorted by the police officers into the detention cells.
The process of taking statements went quite smoothly.
Each person was questioned separately, and their accounts were almost the same, only differing in some details. Some aunts just loved to fabricate some subjective events.
Of course,
The key was the statement from Aunt Wang. Her daughter had indeed had a fight with one of the hooligans. This hooligan was her daughter's boyfriend before, but now they had broken up.
According to what these hooligans said, it was indeed their boss who led them here to take revenge. They were going to teach someone a lesson.
This corroborated each other's stories and made it easier to determine the nature of the incident.
"Director Li, this is really strange. A dozen aunts managed to beat a dozen hooligans armed with weapons into such a state. I've been a police officer for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a thing."
The on - duty deputy director was surnamed Li. Hearing this, he shook his head. "Do you really think it was the aunts who did it?"
Deputy Director Li threw the statements on the table and pointed at them. "It was this young man, Cao Cheng!"
A police officer beside him was holding the statements. "Cao Cheng? But the aunts said it was them who took action."
Deputy Director Li said, "There are contradictions between the statements of the hooligans and the aunts. If you look closely at the hooligans' statements, they all said it was a man who fought them one - on - ten!"
"The aunts either wanted to take credit for themselves or were trying to protect this young man. However, the aunts did take action, but it was after these hooligans had fallen to the ground. They swarmed up and gave them a beating."
The police officer compared the statements from both sides and suddenly realized. "You're right. Who is this young man? He can fight off ten hooligans armed with controlled knives bare - handed. His skills are amazing!"
"Just go and ask him!"
Deputy Director Li stood up. "In addition, arrange a vehicle to send the aunts home first. It's getting late, and don't keep them from getting some rest. As for these hooligans, detain them and deal with them tomorrow."
As he spoke,
Deputy Director Li walked into a small meeting room.
Cao Cheng was inside, sipping tea.
"Hello, young man. I'm Li. I'm the deputy director of the Jiangbei Police Station."
"Hello, Director Li."
Cao Cheng shook hands with him.
Director Li smiled and pointed to a chair. "Sit down, sit down."
Cao Cheng sat down.
"Do you still have any questions, Director Li?"
Director Li smiled slightly. "You're very straightforward, young man. I like straightforward people. Then I won't beat around the bush. Have you practiced martial arts?"
"I only know some basic martial arts skills," Cao Cheng repeated the same words.
Director Li shook his head and smiled. "This is not just basic, right? Do you have a master?"
Cao Cheng shook his head. "No, I just practiced on my own."
This young man was not being honest.
It was the first time Director Li had met Cao Cheng, but he could sense a kind of shrewdness from him.
However, he didn't have any ill - will towards this young man. Instead, he rather admired him.
Director Li asked, "You don't look very old. What's your major?"
"Computer science."
Director Li's eyes lit up. "Oh, high - tech! That's great. Are you interested in applying to a police academy?"
"I have no such intention."
...
Trying to get Young Master Cao to take a job?
Not a chance!
Cao Cheng was being evasive. After chatting for a while, their conversation was all rather meaningless.
Director Li was a bit helpless.
This young man seemed so young.
He even looked sincere on the surface.
But in fact, Director Li didn't get any useful information from him.
Finally.
Director Li said helplessly, "Alright, it's getting late. I'll arrange a vehicle to take you back to your community later. As for these hooligans, after we've dealt with the case, we'll inform you."
"If you have any thoughts, like applying to a police academy, you can contact me at any time."
Director Li was leaving a good impression.
Actually, if applying through normal channels, Cao Cheng was a bit over the age limit. But each police academy had its own special recruitment quota. As long as one had a remarkable specialty, they could apply through an interview.
In Director Li's opinion,
Cao Cheng's martial arts skills were one thing, and his computer science major was another. As a computer science major, he would definitely pass the interview.
The police force needed high - quality talents.
Especially Internet talents.
Recently, computers had been distributed to each sub - bureau, but there were very few people in the sub - bureaus who were proficient in using them.
Those senior police officers would get a headache just looking at the computers.
They were only good at playing Minesweeper.
...
Cao Cheng and Director Li left the small meeting room together.
They bumped into a police officer head - on.
The police officer greeted, "Director Li."
Then, upon seeing Cao Cheng, (someone) exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, young man, it's you!"
"..."

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”