55: We surrender!

The entire factory was eerily silent.

Hundreds of burly men lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies still twitching uncontrollably, foam spilling from their mouths. The air was thick with a strong smell of burning and urine.

Fang Yuan stood in the center, the electric arcs on his body having dissipated.

He felt great.

Better than ever before.

This was power.

"Don't... don't come any closer..."

In the corner, the man called Young Master Huang, Huang Tian, was sprawled on the ground, his crotch soaked. He scrambled backward, using both his hands and feet, his face devoid of its previous composure and arrogance.

He looked at Fang Yuan as if he were looking at a demon god that had crawled out of Hell.

Fang Yuan walked towards him step by step.

Huang Tian completely broke down.

He suddenly knelt on the ground and began to kowtow frantically.

"Big brother! No! Great Immortal! Deity! I was wrong! I failed to recognize a great person! Please spare my dog's life!"

"I'll give you money! I have a lot of money! Ten million! No! Fifty million! Just name a price! I'll transfer it to you immediately!"

Fang Yuan stopped, looking at him expressionlessly.

Money?

The one thing he didn't lack right now was money.

Seeing Fang Yuan unmoved, Huang Tian's mind raced, and he immediately changed his approach.

He suddenly looked up, forcing a smile that was uglier than a cry onto his face.

"Great Immortal! I don't ask for my life! I only ask that you accept me as your disciple!"

"How do you find my Aptitude? I also want to cultivate immortality! I also want to act righteously like you! Please give me a chance!"

As he spoke, he crawled forward on his knees, trying to grab Fang Yuan's leg.

Fang Yuan frowned.

He felt a profound sense of disgust.

This kind of person, who moments ago wanted to cripple him, could now kneel and beg to be his disciple.

A turncoat, a spineless coward.

"Scram."

Fang Yuan only said one word.

Huang Tian's expression froze.

He saw the undisguised revulsion and killing intent on Fang Yuan's face.

He knew that begging was useless.

This young man would really kill him!

In despair, a surge of ruthless madness welled up in Huang Tian's heart.

He suddenly pulled out a black pistol from his lower back!

His movement was as fast as lightning!

"Go to Hell, monster!"

He roared with a distorted face, pulling the trigger without hesitation!

"Bang!"

The gunshot echoed in the empty factory, incredibly ear-piercing.

All the thugs who were still conscious widened their eyes.

However, the anticipated scene of blood splattering did not occur.

The spinning bullet, after leaving the barrel, stopped eerily less than three inches from Fang Yuan's glabella.

It just hung there in mid-air, its tip still vibrating slightly, emitting a scorching heat.

Fang Yuan didn't even move.

He merely used his spiritual power to construct an invisible barrier in front of him.

He lowered his head, looking at the bullet so close, then raised his head to look at Huang Tian, whose face was ashen.

His anger was completely ignited.

"You are courting death."

The moment his words fell, he extended two fingers and lightly flicked the suspended bullet.

"Whoosh—!"

The bullet flew back even faster than it had come!

A line of blood shot out from Huang Tian's right shoulder.

"Ah!"

Huang Tian screamed. His gun-holding arm fell limply, and he toppled backward, crashing heavily onto the ground, instantly falling unconscious.

The whole world fell silent once more.

Fang Yuan didn't even glance at him again.

He scanned the thugs around him, who were so terrified they had forgotten to even twitch.

"All of you, stay put.

Anyone who dares to move will end up like him."

"The police will be here soon. You can choose to be taken away by them, or to be sent away by me. Think carefully."

His words were calm, yet carried an irresistible authority.

All the thugs buried their heads on the ground, their bodies trembling like sieves, not daring to utter a sound.

Monster!

This was definitely a monster!

..."Whoop—whoop—"

Piercing police sirens approached from a distance, breaking the dead silence of the abandoned factory district.

More than a dozen police cars roared to a halt, lining up at the factory gate, their alternating red and blue lights illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

Car doors opened, and dozens of heavily armed police officers quickly disembarked, using the car doors as cover to form a tight cordon.

"Captain Wang, the situation inside is unclear, there are many suspects, and they may be armed. I recommend calling for SWAT team support!" a young police officer nervously told the team leader.

The man called Captain Wang was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a square face and dark skin. He held binoculars, observing the activity inside the factory.

"Attention everyone! Teams One and Two, flank from the sides! Team Three, follow me through the main entrance! Remember, our primary task is to control the scene and ensure the safety of the hostages!"

"Yes, sir!"

Captain Wang waved his hand and led the charge towards the factory gate.

When they kicked open the rusty iron door and rushed into the factory building, everyone froze.

The scene before them surpassed all their understanding.

There was no intense shootout as expected, no shouting or confrontation.

Only a young man in casual clothes stood alone in the center of the area.

And on the ground around him lay, sprawled, or knelt hundreds of burly men holding steel pipes and machetes.

These men were all bruised and swollen, with scorched marks on their bodies, and some were still twitching on the ground.

In the air, there was a strange smell of burning and urine.

What... what was going on?

A gang fight, and they all wiped each other out? Leaving only this one survivor?

Just as all the police officers were finding it incredible, something even stranger happened.

The thugs, who were originally fierce and menacing, upon seeing the police rush in, looked as if they had seen their loved ones, their eyes bursting with immense excitement.

"Police comrades! Help!"

"Quick! Quickly arrest him! He's a devil! He's a devil!"

A thug who was close by stumbled and crawled to Captain Wang's feet, clutching his leg tightly, crying profusely.

"Police uncle! Please! Take us away quickly! I surrender! I'll confess everything! I don't want to stay here anymore! It's too terrifying!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We all surrender! As long as we don't have to stay with him, we'll accept any sentence!"

The thugs cried out, scrambling over each other, creating a surprisingly touching scene.

Captain Wang and the surrounding officers were all petrified.

In all their years as police officers, this was the first time they had witnessed such a scene.

A group of vicious criminals clinging to police officers' legs, crying and begging to be arrested?

What the Hell... was this?

Captain Wang looked down at the burly man clinging to his leg, crying his eyes out, then looked up at the calm young man not far away.

His worldview was violently shaken in that moment, more than ever before.

He turned his head blankly to his deputy beside him, and with a dreamlike tone, he spoke with difficulty.

"Xiao Li... pinch me."

"Am I... dreaming?"