The movement of energy shifts the air; the cultivation of the body molds the physique. A person's station in life is evident in the very aura emanating from their slightest gesture.

Seeing Wang Zhuo stride toward the Hummer with a challenging posture, the owner of the Toyota sedan only managed to open his mouth before quickly falling silent. Clearly, the Hummer ahead had encountered trouble. Since he himself wasn't involved in an accident—just a false alarm—he decided it was best to bypass the situation quickly and leave.

Wang Zhuo was wearing the clothes he'd changed into in the car after leaving the airport: a black shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes. They were tailored by Guan Yingying, and after being washed and ironed, they had been kept in Siyuan's car; today was the first time he wore them.

Clothes make the man, just as a good saddle suits a fine horse. This outfit, in terms of style, craftsmanship, and fabric, was top-tier. Combined with Wang Zhuo’s tall, straight physique from years of training—an inherently excellent frame for clothing—the ensemble gave him immense presence. Coupled with his defiant expression, he looked like no benevolent soul. Thus, the Toyota owner, operating under the maxim of "better safe than sorry," gently started his car, turned the steering wheel, and quietly steered around the rear of the Hummer, inching away in the slow lane.

Wang Zhuo paid no mind to these insignificant passersby. He shot the Hummer’s driver a look that was anything but a smile, raised his hand, and pulled the door open.

“Get out, shall we?” he beckoned languidly.

The three occupants inside were tense, their hair standing on end, palms slick with cold sweat. People’s reputations often preceded them; having been dispatched on this mission, they were acutely aware of Wang Zhuo’s combat capabilities. They were utterly baffled that this 'Human King' had managed to preempt their operation and show up on their doorstep. What in the world was going on?

“Not getting out? Must I force your hand?” Wang Zhuo sighed softly, suddenly leaning forward, gripping the driver’s collar, and hauling him out of the vehicle.

The Hummer was a large vehicle, so the driver's seat was relatively high. Being confronted by someone outside didn't create the sense of being looked down upon from a superior vantage point. But because the person facing them was Wang Zhuo, and his sudden appearance had completely derailed their plan, they didn't know where they had slipped up.

This driver was nearly six feet tall but rather slender. Wang Zhuo found dealing with such minor characters tedious. He yanked the man’s arm, twisted, and dislocated his right shoulder. Then, with a powerful kick, he snapped one of his ribs before shoving him aside to howl in agony. This sequence was fluid, executed with a professionalism that surpassed that of hired thugs. It helped that Wang Zhuo possessed the Sight; the precise degree of dislocation and the location of the fractured rib—and the resulting damage—were all within his grasp. Where others relied on experience to judge, he had both experience and direct visual confirmation.

“Hss…”

The woman sitting in the rear seat of the Hummer, clutching a pair of binoculars, gasped sharply. One thought flashed through her mind: There’s an insider!

If an insider hadn't tipped off Wang Zhuo, how could this Human King have tracked them down?

Just then, the man in the passenger seat, sensing the situation was dire, abruptly shoved the door open, leaped out, and bolted. He was under five-foot-seven but solidly built and quick on his feet. Under the grip of fear, he unleashed a burst of speed that surpassed his usual capability—his escape was as swift as an antelope’s!

“Huh?” Wang Zhuo paused in surprise. He hadn't anticipated this particular turn of events and frowned slightly. He leaned into the driver's cabin and picked up a length of iron pipe resting on the passenger seat.

He tested the pipe’s weight and examined the deliberately warped, jagged spikes crudely fashioned at the tip. Wang Zhuo smiled coldly. If he hadn't preemptively discovered their conspiracy, this iron bar would likely be embedded in his own body right now.

Though unremarkable in appearance, this was a pipe destined to bring death!

Glancing at the woman, Wang Zhuo withdrew from the car, narrowed his eyes, and took aim at the fleeing man. Suddenly, spreading his arms and legs wide, he hurled the iron pipe like a javelin toward the escapee!

It happened in a blink. From the moment the man jumped out until Wang Zhuo threw the pipe—only a few seconds had elapsed. The man had fled about thirty meters. If he were being chased on foot, it might take a long time to catch up. But pursued by a flying iron pipe, it was instantaneous!

While narrowing his eyes to aim, Wang Zhuo had already calculated the exact lead required. The pipe flew straight and true, aimed precisely at the man’s right thigh. If it hit there, the impact wouldn't break bones, but it would certainly trip him up, sending him sprawling where he’d struggle to get up for a long time.

Beyond having the world’s best eyesight, Wang Zhuo’s hand-eye coordination was also unparalleled. In college, even as a beginner, he had made a splash in shooting competitions. After years of practice, he had long since reached mastery.

“Wuh…”

The pipe sliced through the air with a low, whistling gust, flying perfectly straight until it struck the man right behind the knee!

This wasn't due to poor aim on Wang Zhuo's part; it was because the man, mid-stride, suddenly convulsed forward for some unknown reason. Even with Wang Zhuo’s precision, a sudden change in the target’s direction was beyond his control, especially considering the time it took for the pipe to travel. He could only anticipate the man’s next move, and in the second plus it took for the pipe to fly, the fugitive had already covered more than ten paces!

This impact proved disastrous. If it had struck the thigh, the man would have pitched forward, face-planting and sliding several meters. Hitting the knee bend, however, caused him to buckle instantly, dropping to his knees. He first hit the ground hard and then tumbled like a rolling gourd.

The impact was so severe that even Wang Zhuo scratched his head. Although they were dozens of meters apart, Wang Zhuo could clearly see that the man’s right kneecap had been shattered into fragments, and the ligament was completely torn away. He would likely need a cane for the rest of his life.

The kneecap, also known as the patella or sesamoid bone, was what Sun Bin had his removed from both knees, resulting in permanent disability. However, the tortured Sun Bin suffered a prolonged agony; this fellow, however, experienced acute, immediate pain—he was running one moment and crippled the next.

Shrugging, Wang Zhuo felt a twinge of pity, but remembering that this man was moments away from potentially becoming a murderer who deserved a bullet, his conscience settled immediately.

I broke one of your legs, but I saved your life. Let’s call it even!

One man lay screaming on the ground near the car, and another lay collapsed by the roadside, his fate unknown. The sheer ruthlessness of Wang Zhuo sent a chill down to the bone of the remaining woman in the Hummer. She felt her sphincter muscles threatening to lose control; any further stimulus and she might genuinely soil herself!

By this time, the cement truck had stopped about two hundred meters away, unaware of the situation unfolding here. Furthermore, the fleeing man had tossed aside his Bluetooth earpiece mid-run, instantly cutting off contact between the conspirators.

Although this street had few pedestrians, there were still some vehicles passing by. These days, many people adhered to the principle of "not my business, not my problem," but there were also busybodies who enjoyed "watching the chaos escalate." When Wang Zhuo took down the driver, it hadn't attracted much attention, but once he deployed his javelin-like assassination move, several cars slowed down and observed from a distance.

Since they were far away, they couldn't clearly discern what was happening, so Wang Zhuo ignored them and directly got into the Hummer.

The woman looked to be around forty, sporting a square, poker face. While she possessed a certain mature allure and a voluptuous figure, she didn't catch Wang Zhuo’s eye. Moreover, she was already pale with fright and completely flustered.

“And you lot, a disorganized rabble, thought you could handle me?” Wang Zhuo said with a cold sneer. “Tell me who put you up to this, and I’ll spare your life…”

The woman remained silent. If she didn't speak, Wang Zhuo might not kill her, but if she did confess, her life would certainly be forfeit!

From her darting eyes, Wang Zhuo immediately saw through her internal struggle. He felt a mix of anger and annoyance—was his deterrent effect still insufficient? He’d already injured one and maimed another, yet this woman still refused to talk!

It seemed the mastermind behind this was deeply entrenched and powerful!

“Still not talking?” He subtly channeled his psychic ability, fixing his gaze on her eyes and injecting information directly into her subconscious. He said calmly, “If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out who it was anyway, but if you miss this chance, there will be nothing left to say.”

The woman suddenly felt a jolt in her heart, followed by dizziness, and blurted out, “Don’t kill me, I’ll talk!”

Wang Zhuo had merely fed her a segment from a horror movie he had seen, implanting the images into her subconscious. This immediately induced extreme terror in her already highly agitated state, making her feel as if she would be tortured to death in that manner if she remained silent. She immediately threw caution to the wind, deciding only to survive this ordeal first!

Wang Zhuo inwardly sneered. His psychic ability proved incredibly effective against people with weak wills, high tension, and muddled thoughts. A small test yielded immediate results.

“Tell me, what is your name?” He skirted the most critical question, starting with something simpler to break her defenses.

This was like police interrogation: directly asking, “Did you commit murder?” would elicit a denial. But starting with smaller details and breaking down the resistance piece by piece yielded much better results.

Indeed, the woman opened her mouth and whispered, “Shen Lan. My name is Shen Lan.”

Wang Zhuo hummed in acknowledgment. Seeing her cooperation, he skipped the other non-essential questions and went straight to the point: “Who instructed you to deal with me?”

Shen Lan hesitated and struggled, but quickly succumbed to Wang Zhuo’s icy stare, stammering, “Liu Jieming. I work for him…”

Liu Jieming? Who was this person? Wang Zhuo scrutinized her, sensing she wasn't lying, and pressed on: “Who is he? Why does he want to deal with me? And why did he send a stupid woman like you?”

Shen Lan gathered her courage and asked, “If… if I tell you everything, can you let me go?”

“I can,” Wang Zhuo nodded. Siyuan and Bailu were still waiting anxiously, and he didn't want to waste more time.

Since the name was revealed, Shen Lan released her psychological pressure and decided to tell him everything without reservation.