"Yeah, thanks, Fourth!" Xu Ming glanced at his hand, thinking, Does this guy have it in for me? It's just a scratch, why the heavy bandaging? Though his heart held this thought, he couldn't show it, so he just let it pass with a forced smile.

"Don't mention it, we're brothers. But now, what should we do?" Ye Xiaohou suddenly asked, his expression turning grim.

"You two rest up, I'm stepping out for a moment." Fatty Lin started toward the door, only to be stopped by Xu Ming.

"Second Brother, wait up!"

"What is it?" Fatty Lin turned back, looking puzzled.

"Are you going to rescue Boss?"

"Well, of course I am!" Fatty Lin replied seriously.

"Hold on a moment, leave this to me," Xu Ming said, standing up.

"Leave it to you? What do you mean?" Fatty Lin asked, highly confused.

Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou exchanged a look, then Xu Ming spoke, "Just rest assured, leave it to me. I guarantee Boss will be released safely."

Saying this, Xu Ming pulled out his phone and started dialing. Fatty Lin felt a deep sense of doubt; "Fourth Brother, this..."

"Second Brother, don't worry, just let Third Brother handle it," Ye Xiaohou said with a smile, though his mind was clearly working on something else.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, inside the A City Police Station, Yang Yi had been locked in a rather dark room, utterly alone.

"Hey, Old Liang, what crime did that young punk in the interrogation room commit?" a middle-aged officer asked Old Liang.

"Here, take a look..." Old Liang handed the other officer a small bag of white powder.

The middle-aged officer gasped upon seeing it, "Drugs?"

"That's right. At such a young age, trafficking drugs. And this batch is several hundred grams. Looks like his life is over," Old Liang said, feigning sympathy while secretly smirking.

"No way! Where did you pick him up?" the middle-aged officer asked.

"Down at Harbor Bay. Damn it, a few others got away, or we would have caught the big fish this time," Old Liang lamented, looking regretful.

"You're a legend this time! When the Chief gets back, he'll definitely give you a bonus. Heh, will you treat us to drinks then?" The middle-aged officer seemed completely convinced.

"No problem! If the Chief really dishes out a bonus, I'll sponsor a non-stop karaoke night for everyone!" Old Liang chuckled heartily, unaware that his cheer would likely only last this single moment.

"Alright then, I won't keep you. It wouldn't look good if the Chief walks in on us chatting," the middle-aged officer said before walking away.

Old Liang smirked darkly and muttered, "Good. Now, we'll give that arrogant kid a taste of hardship, then it's straight to sentencing. Heh heh, fifty thousand yuan is in the bag."

While Old Liang was lost in his pleasant daydreaming, Yang Yi, sitting in the interrogation cell, was lost in thought, maintaining a profound stillness—a quietude that seemed utterly alien to his usual demeanor, making it frighteningly absolute.

Before long, Old Liang entered with a heavyset officer. A stack of files was slammed onto the table. Old Liang roared, "Kid, we're questioning you now. You better answer honestly."

"And if I don't? Are you planning on torture to extract a confession?" Yang Yi asked himself mockingly.

"Thwack!" Old Liang threw a punch, coldly spitting out, "Damn you!"

A slight, mocking smile curved Yang Yi's lips; the punch Old Liang threw felt no more significant than an itch. However, seeing Yang Yi's disdainful expression enraged Old Liang further, yet he was forced to retract his hand. His own hand throbbed painfully—it felt less like hitting a person and more like striking slate; he couldn't bear the sting.

"Hmph! You better behave, or you'll have plenty more pain coming!" Old Liang spat out the threat, turning his back. After his face contorted briefly, he managed to smooth it back to normal.

The other officer glanced at Yang Yi and asked, "Name?"

"Yang Yi!"

"Age?"

"Eighteen, unmarried!"

"Details of the crime. Where and with whom did you conduct the drug transaction?"

"No comment!" Yang Yi knew that whatever he said now would lead to the same outcome. They clearly intended to put him away permanently; even if he were innocent, they would pin a charge on him. Waiting was the only course left.

"Still playing tough?"

"Smack!"

The interrogating officer, seemingly cut from the same cloth as Old Liang, violently threw the stack of files at Yang Yi. Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, an aura of chill radiating from him. He stood up, walking right up to the officer, confronting him with icy disdain, and stated coldly, "I am a very vengeful person!"

That strange declaration, coupled with an inexplicable surge of oppressive presence, instantly stunned the officer. He couldn't fathom why the youth's gaze felt so sharp, so powerfully dominating that it seemed to physically weigh him down, rendering him speechless.

"Damn it...!" Old Liang moved to grab a chair to smash over Yang Yi's head.

But this time, his luck ran out. Yang Yi's figure blurred, and in an instant, one hand clamped around Old Liang's throat. Yang Yi spoke, "Don't think that just because you're a cop, I won't do anything to you. Let me tell you, killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant!"

"You... cough cough! You... let go of me!" Old Liang felt an intense, searing pain around his neck, his nose suddenly congested, struggling for air.

"What are you doing? Let him go immediately!" The other officer recovered and drew his pistol, pointing it at Yang Yi while shouting.

"Don't point that piece of junk at me, or if it accidentally discharges, don't blame me!" Yang Yi's eyes at that moment were terrifying—cold and crystalline like distant stars, an expression no ordinary human should possess. He glanced sideways at the officer as he spoke.

"Let him go now!" Seeing Yang Yi's gaze, the officer felt an inexplicable surge of terror, and his hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Bang!" A loud gunshot rang out.

Just at that moment, the Police Chief, having just returned, was entering the doorway when he heard the shot. His face immediately twisted in shock, and he rushed inside.

"What in the hell is happening? Who fired that gun? Speak up! Which bastard fired that shot?"

The officers inside the station were already frozen in place. Hearing the Chief's roar, one officer trembled slightly in fear. "It... it came from... the interrogation room."

"What?" The Chief recoiled in surprise and hurried toward the interrogation room.

It was hard to imagine that this bunch of animals were supposed to be the protectors of public safety; they were already shaking just hearing a gunshot. How could they possibly protect the people or serve the public? Let alone defend the nation—they were nothing more than trash wearing police hats like eunuchs.

【I'm finally back in first place again, but the real battle is only just beginning. To that end, I urge my brothers to put in more effort, come check the updates before 12:05 AM tonight—your humble author has prepared everything to charge onto the monthly popularity chart together. Thank you, keep pushing! ...】