144: Hands-on

The door opened in response, and a young man with somewhat dull eyes walked out of the room, extending his hand towards Yang Dian.

As the door opened, Yang Dian couldn't help but be stunned when he heard five other breathing sounds from inside the room.

His thoughts raced for a moment, then he understood.

Among the five breathing sounds, two were extremely faint, as if they were critically ill, perhaps even on their deathbed.

They were probably Tian Zhen's daughter and wife.

The remaining three were likely Clayton, who possessed the Gigantification talent, Romu, the Beast Tamer, and Benjamin, who had Awakened mental hypnosis and controlled Wang Zihan.

As for Charles?

He was probably hiding somewhere else.

Handing the takeout casually to Wang Zihan, who was in a hypnotized state, Yang Dian then continued:

"Is the tip WeChat, Alipay, or cash?"

The young man paused, then turned around:

"Please wait a moment."

"Quite polite," Yang Dian mumbled, not rushing to act.

After all, not everyone was here yet; making a move now would only cause the most important target to escape.

A moment later, Wang Zihan handed 30 yuan in cash to Yang Dian:

"Here."

"Thank you, boss."

"Enjoy your meal."

With that, he followed the waiter who had come up with him, heading towards the elevator without looking back.

After only a few steps, the miniature bug he had hidden at the bottom of the meal box began to transmit sound.

"Boss, lunch is here, no danger, you can come over now."

As the simultaneous translation from his Bluetooth earpiece finished, the seventh breathing sound reached his ears through the miniature bug.

"Heh~ I thought you could last longer."

Muttering to himself in the bewildered gaze of the waiter, Yang Dian immediately activated his phone-sized, black box-like disposable spatial interference device, then turned into an afterimage and returned to the door of Room 902, kicking it open with a "bang~."

"Special Administration Bureau on official business."

"You are surrounded; surrender immediately, or I have the right to kill you on the spot!"

Before his words finished, Yang Dian had already turned into an afterimage, using a hand chop to knock out Romu the Beast Tamer and Benjamin the Mental Awakened, and casually drew a specially made handcuff from his lower back, clicking it onto the bewildered Charles's wrist.

"Good brain, cautious enough, just a bit lacking in patience."

"If you had waited for me to go downstairs and then come back, catching you wouldn't have been so easy."

After casually slapping Charles's face swollen with a big smack, sending him into dreamland, Yang Dian finally had time to survey the room.

The room was messy and filled with a nauseating smell of heather.

Tian Xin and her mother, Wu Meili, were barely clothed, covered in bruises and injuries, thrown onto the carpet like broken rag dolls.

Only the slight rise and fall of their chests indicated they were still alive, still breathing.

Romu and Benjamin, with their necks swollen, lay together, unconscious.

Deprived of Benjamin's hypnosis, Wang Zihan, whose eyes were gradually clearing, stood in the corner, looking somewhat at a loss.

Besides him, the only one standing in the room was Clayton, nearly 2.3 meters tall and 1.5 meters wide, standing there larger than a typical door panel.

Clayton seemed not to notice Yang Dian; his thick, radish-like fingers were still struggling to untie the takeout bag, looking a bit foolish.

Outside the room, the female waiter who had brought Yang Dian upstairs looked at the broken door and doorframe, and the state of the room, waving her hands in confusion, clearly at a loss.

However, despite her bewilderment, having undergone rigorous training, she subconsciously pulled out her phone and began to call the police.

Yang Dian didn't stop her.

Policemen would indeed be needed for cleanup later.

After the female waiter made the call, Yang Dian tapped his Bluetooth earpiece:

"Xiao Mei Tong Xue, notify Uncle Xiao, Captain of Team Five: the drug dealer Charles and his accomplices have been arrested by me; Romu the Beast Tamer's ferocious Rat King and night owl are missing; Tian Xin and her mother are severely injured after days of abuse; Tian Zhen's son, Tian Guoqiang, is missing."

"Have them come for support."

With that, Yang Dian pulled out a document from his pocket and tossed it to the female waiter:

"Public Security Bureau on official business, go and stop others, don't let anyone get close."

The waiter caught the document, glanced at it, then held it up:

"Um, this document is from the Anti-Prostitution Office."

Yang Dian's mouth twitched, and he pulled out another document, tossing it over:

"I grabbed the wrong one just now."

The female waiter took the document again.

This time, however, she didn't even look at it, directly taking the document and retreating to the side.

Although she didn't know if Yang Dian's identity was real or fake.

But having recovered her senses, she understood that what was happening now was beyond her involvement.

Her best option now was to take the document Yang Dian gave her, quietly leave, and wait for the Policemen to arrive.

After the female waiter left, Yang Dian looked at Wang Zihan, who had completely sobered up:

"You go out too."

Wang Zihan, as if granted a great pardon, scurried out of the room.

Once all the irrelevant personnel had withdrawn, Yang Dian looked at Clayton, who was sitting on the bed, holding up the food and pouring it directly into his mouth.

"What about you?"

"Surrender, or should I beat you into submission?"

Clayton remained silent, simply gorging himself on food like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Only after all ten portions of food were in his stomach did he let out a satisfied burp, standing up his body, which was almost one-third taller than Yang Dian's.

"I know about China's anti-drug efforts."

"Three tons of shuang shi ta di qiu (double lions step on the earth) is enough to execute us hundreds of times over."

"Rather than dying by firearms or electrocution, I'd rather be beaten to death by a strong person!"

As he spoke, his body began to swell, and he even lifted the double bed beside him, smashing it fiercely towards Yang Dian.

"Come!"

"Kill me!!!"

"As you wish!" Stomping his foot, Yang Dian leaped up, shattering the bed with a punch, and amidst flying wood chips and fabric, he approached Clayton, elbowing him in the abdomen.

"Ow~"

With an inhuman cry of pain, Clayton crashed through the wall, falling backward onto the ground with a "bang," creating a large crater.

Standing in the hole smashed by Clayton, Yang Dian frowned as he watched Clayton stagger to his feet from the ground and the screaming crowd running away, then glanced at the broken wall beside him.

The brickwork was only a thin layer, with the central part filled with rags and foam.

"No wonder it broke so easily."

"What kind of shoddy construction is this?"

As he grumbled, Clayton, whose body had expanded to 5 meters tall, like a giant, lifted a yellow Wuling Hongguang Fathead Fish car nearby and smashed it fiercely towards Yang Dian.

"Roar~~~"

Lightly leaping onto the whistling Fathead Fish, Yang Dian powerfully pushed off with both legs, stomping the Fathead Fish to the ground while also jumping to Clayton's head, violently kicking his raised right leg onto his head.

"Crack~~"

Several giant teeth, about ten centimeters long, flew out of Clayton's mouth. Taking advantage of his momentary blankness, Yang Dian stepped on his shoulder to get behind his head, where his right hand condensed blood-red Dragon claws and scales, then slammed it onto the back of his head.