326: Chapter 326 With buffs fully stacked, he crushes Zhang Yu, a player of a higher level.

Crushing gravel in the web-like, secluded alleyway, the engine's roar echoed in the narrow space. After driving for another full five minutes, the car stopped abruptly in front of a mottled brick wall.

Qin Yi swiped his fingertip across his phone screen. In the real-time surveillance, the house where Zhang Yu was hiding looked like a dormant gray rat. He squinted and scanned the surroundings—the low, one-story houses were packed so tightly that there wasn't even a high spot to set up a telescope. He thought to himself, "This Zhang Yu really knows how to pick a spot. If I didn't have the Miniature Bionic Tracker, I might not have found him even if I turned this whole district upside down."

What was even trickier was that the doors and windows of the house were sealed tight with black cloth, not letting a single sliver of light through. If the red dot of the tracker wasn't nailed firmly right here, anyone passing by would have thought it was just an abandoned, empty house.

Qin Yi leaned against the car door, rubbing his chin as he calculated his strategy. Zhang Yu had taken two shots last night and was hit by two of his "junior misfortune talisman" cards, so his condition definitely couldn't be good. If he added two more talismans when they met, combined with the "Supreme Soul Suppressing Art" he had just copied last night, plus the "Divine Movement Hundred Changes" footwork, he might be able to defeat the enemy in one move and avoid any long-term complications.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly caught sight of an electric maintenance truck driving up to the intersection ahead. As soon as the truck stopped, a middle-aged man in a navy blue uniform jumped down carrying a toolbox. Qin Yi's eyes lit up instantly. His hand moved as fast as lightning, reaching into the clothes of Han Hao, who was in the passenger seat, to snatch the police badge. He pushed open the car door and rushed over, stopping just in front of the man.

"Police investigation, I'm commandeering your uniform." Qin Yi's voice was low. He flashed the police badge in front of the man, and the cold glint reflected by the metal casing made the other party freeze instantly.

The middle-aged man hadn't even reacted to the sudden interception. Seeing the national emblem on the police badge, he subconsciously started unbuttoning his uniform. "Oh, oh, okay, okay, here you go."

Qin Yi took the uniform and put it on, moving as fast as a gust of wind. He didn't even finish buttoning it before reaching out his hand. "I'm borrowing your toolbox, too."

"Thanks." Leaving that word behind, he was already carrying the box, walking lightly toward the house, his eyes hidden under the hard hat filled with cold light.

Just as he reached the door of the house, the "Advanced Eye of Truth" was activated instantly.

A pale blue halo flashed across his eyes—this ability could not only see through the strength of a Huajin Stage Martial Artist but also had an X-ray effect. Although it consumed Mental Energy every second he used it, this loss was nothing compared to figuring out the situation inside the house.

Through the mottled earthen wall, the scene inside the room came clearly into view: the room was as dark as spilled ink, with only a peeling sofa and a coffee table with a missing corner. In the inner room, there was a bunk bed common in student dormitories.

Zhang Yu was lying on his back on the bottom bunk, his chest rising and falling steadily. However, Qin Yi could clearly see a pale black aura traveling along his Meridians inside his body. Under the nourishment of this aura, the wounds on his arm and leg from being shot last night were slowly recovering!

Qin Yi knew he couldn't delay any longer. He withdrew his gaze and pulled two "junior misfortune talisman" cards from the System Space, gripping them in his palm.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door three times, deliberately softening his voice. "Hello, is anyone home? I'm from the power company, here to check the lines and read the meter."

Zhang Yu inside the room sprang up instantly, moving as fast as a startled leopard.

He walked on tiptoe to the door and lifted a corner of the curtain to look outside—he saw that the person outside was wearing an electrical safety helmet, and most of his face was covered, revealing only a chin with firm lines. For a moment, he didn't recognize it was Qin Yi, whom he had seen last night.

"No need, my lines are fine, no maintenance needed." Zhang Yu deliberately lowered his voice, pretending to be lazy as if he had just woken up, but his tone hid vigilance.

"Sir, I'm really sorry to disturb your rest." Qin Yi put the toolbox on the ground, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. "But quarterly maintenance is mandatory. You're in an urban village, the lines are already old, and it's peak electricity usage time now. If something happens, it'll be troublesome. Isn't this for the safety of you and your family?"

"I said, are you annoying or what! I said no, so it's no!" Zhang Yu's patience was exhausted, his tone suddenly intensified, and his fists clenched behind the door, making a rattling sound.

Qin Yi naturally didn't indulge him. He put away his polite demeanor, and his voice turned three degrees colder. "Sir, it's fine if you don't want maintenance, but you have to sign a paper. If your house shorts out or catches fire later due to line problems, you'll have to bear the responsibility yourself!"

Zhang Yu's heart skipped a beat—he had broken into this house on the sly. If he made a big scene and attracted the neighbors, and then the police were called, he would have to find another place to hide. Weighing it for a moment, he could only grit his teeth and pull the door open a crack.

"Where's the form?"

Qin Yi looked up abruptly. The moment he met Zhang Yu's eyes, the two "junior misfortune talisman" cards in his palm had already turned into two golden lights, sticking onto Zhang Yu silently.

Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment. When he saw the face clearly, his pupils constricted sharply.

But before he could react, Qin Yi had already pressed his foot against the door, and his other hand was bracing against the door frame. A huge force suddenly surged—it was too late to close the door!

"It's you! I didn't expect you kid to be able to find this place!" Zhang Yu gritted his teeth, his voice filled with incredulous anger.

"Haha, Zhang Yu, we meet again." Qin Yi smiled playfully. "I let you run away last night, but today I want to see if you still have such good luck!"

"Kid, you think you can catch me all by yourself? You are too..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Yu suddenly let out a muffled groan. The wound that had just been stitched last night suddenly burst open, bright red blood instantly soaking the gauze and dripping down his arm.

What was going on? Zhang Yu felt suspicious. He had clearly already consumed the True Qi in his body to treat the wound just now, so why did the wound burst open again?

Little did he know, this was precisely the effect of Qin Yi's two "junior misfortune talisman" cards.

Seeing Zhang Yu's anomaly, Qin Yi curled his lips into a provocative smile. "Stop talking nonsense! There were too many people last night, so it wasn't convenient to make a move. Today, I'll let you see my real strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, his palm exerted force abruptly. The already fragile wooden door made a "crack" sound of splitting. The next second, the entire door shattered into wood chips, splattering everywhere!

Zhang Yu hurriedly retreated, while simultaneously channeling the True Qi in his heart meridian. His hands formed seals, preparing to cast the "Supreme Soul Suppressing Art". But to his surprise, Qin Yi also opened his mouth, chanting words: "Supreme Soul Suppressing Art, activate!"

Two invisible pressures erupted from their bodies instantly, colliding fiercely in the center of the room!

The air was compressed, emitting a piercing shriek. The glass on the coffee table shattered into pieces with a "crack", the curtains moved without wind, and the glass of the windows on both sides exploded one after another. The "clattering" sound of shattering echoed in the room, and the fragments fell to the ground like rain.

Zhang Yu's eyes widened, full of shock and fear. He stared fixedly at Qin Yi, his voice trembling. "How do you know the 'Supreme Soul Suppressing Art'! Who taught you? What is your relationship with Boss Lei?"

"I'm a Prodigy," Qin Yi raised an eyebrow, his tone full of arrogance. "Such an Internal Skill that relies on consuming Internal Energy to confine others—I learned it after seeing it once. Do I need someone to teach me?"

"Arrogant!" Zhang Yu shouted angrily, the fury in his chest burning fiercely—he was only forty this year and was already at the Peak Anjin cultivation level, considered a genius in the Dao. When Boss Lei taught him the "Supreme Soul Suppressing Art", he had practiced bitterly for three whole years before barely mastering the essence.

But this kid Qin Yi, who was only at the Middle Stage of Ming Jin, could not only cast the "Supreme Soul Suppressing Art" but could also fight him to a draw. This kind of talent was simply a Prodigy!

Just at this moment, Zhang Yu's footwork suddenly changed. His toes tapped the ground, and his figure instantly became elusive. Qin Yi recognized it at a glance—it was the "Lost Ghost Steps" again!

Sure enough, the next second Zhang Yu's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he had already circled behind Qin Yi. His palm formed a claw, reaching for his heart!

But Qin Yi was already prepared. The "Eye of Truth" was still running, and the trajectory of the True Qi in Zhang Yu's body was as clear as a map in his eyes.

"Break for me!" Qin Yi acted after but arrived first. He turned around abruptly and landed a heavy punch solidly on Zhang Yu's chest!

"Pfft—" Zhang Yu was caught off guard as a mouthful of blood sprayed out. His body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily into the wall. With a "boom," a deep crater was actually smashed into the dirt wall!

Qin Yi pressed his advantage, fully unleashing the "Divine Movement Hundred Changes" movement technique. His figure turned into a lingering shadow, instantly catching up to Zhang Yu. Before Zhang Yu could raise his hands to block, Qin Yi's fists, like a Gatling gun, struck his body densely with a whistling wind.

The muffled "bang, bang, bang" sounds were incessant. In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhang Yu lay limp in the corner like a dead dog, blood foam continuously bubbling from the corners of his mouth. He didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Qin Yi stopped his movements, fished out the handcuffs he had swiped from Shen Jianan earlier from his waist, and with a "click," handcuffed Zhang Yu's hands behind his back. After confirming that the opponent could not resist, he took a step back, stretched his slightly sore wrists, took out his phone, and dialed Ye Qingcheng's number.

At this moment, seeing that the two people following her had left, Ye Qingcheng also drove away from Modu International Airport, heading towards the East Suburb Port.

Receiving Qin Yi's call, Ye Qingcheng immediately asked: "Qin Yi, how is the situation?" Her voice carried a hint of imperceptible urgency, and her foot on the accelerator subconsciously pressed down a bit harder.

From the other end of the line came Qin Yi's slightly relaxed tone, mixed with light panting: "Zhang Yu has been controlled by me. You should send people over to take over immediately. The location is the residential house at No. 37 in the East Suburb Port urban village."

"Good! I'm heading there too! Stay safe!" Ye Qingcheng's hanging heart had just settled halfway when her fingers already touched the walkie-talkie, preparing to notify subsequent support.

But just as she was about to hang up the phone, a crisp "bang—" suddenly exploded, followed by the "clatter" of the phone falling heavily to the ground, and then absolute silence.

It was a gunshot!

"Qin Yi!" Ye Qingcheng's heart sank violently, and a chill crept up her spine. She roared at the phone, "What happened? Qin Yi! Answer me!"

But there was only static in the earpiece, like countless fine needles pricking her heart. She jerked the steering wheel, the off-road vehicle's tires screeching against the road surface, forcing a thrilling arc as she sped towards the address Qin Yi had reported.

At this time, outside the residential house at No. 37 in the urban village, it was already in chaos.

Previously, the sound of the shattering window had already made the neighbors peek through door cracks and stick their heads out to look into the house; some were even holding phones to secretly film.

But this gunshot was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering everyone's curiosity—the neighbors who were poking their heads out "whooshed" and all shrank back, doors "banged" shut, and some even ran while shouting: "Murder! There's a gun!"

In the confusion, many people tremblingly took out their phones to dial 110, their fingertips shaking so hard they couldn't even press the numbers correctly.

Not far away, that gunshot also startled Shen Jianan and Han Hao from their unconscious state.

Han Hao struggled to sit up, the laptop screen in his arms still lit, the red dot of the tracker firmly pinned on the location of the house ahead. He slapped his thigh hard: "Jianan! The target is in that house in front!"

Shen Jianan sobered up instantly, nimbly pulling out the service pistol at her waist, and with a "click," disengaged the safety. The crisp sound of the bullet entering the chamber was exceptionally clear in the car. She pushed open the car door and stumbled towards the house, her steps fast and steady, her eyes full of anxiety.

Siren sounds also approached from afar. Four police cars screeched over, tires grinding sparks onto the gravel road, stopping steadily around the house, blocking the front and back intersections completely.

Armed police officers jumped out of the cars, crouching and approaching rapidly, the atmosphere tense to the extreme.

Just as Shen Jianan was about to reach the door, she saw Qin Yi dragging a person out.

That person's shoulder was gushing blood, a large patch of dark bloodstains blooming on his clothes—it was Zhang Yu! And Qin Yi's arm was also stained with quite a bit of blood; it was unclear if he was injured or if it was Zhang Yu's blood.

"Qin Yi! How are you? Where are you injured? What was that gunshot just now?" Shen Jianan rushed forward, her voice trembling, her gaze scanning his body back and forth, fearing to miss a single wound.

Qin Yi threw Zhang Yu on the ground like trash. Zhang Yu let out a muffled groan, not even having the strength to lift his head.

Qin Yi caught his breath and waved his hand, his tone carrying a bit of lingering fear: "I'm fine. I didn't expect this kid to have a gun hidden on him. He took a shot while I wasn't paying attention. Luckily, I reacted quickly and dodged it, otherwise, I would have really capsized in the gutter this time."

Shen Jianan finally breathed a sigh of relief. When her gaze fell on Zhang Yu, she couldn't help but gasp—Zhang Yu's face was bruised blue and purple, swollen like a pig's head, wounds on his arms and legs were still bleeding, and the gunshot wound on his shoulder was even more gruesome. His chest even had a visible collapse. If it weren't for his Peak Anjin cultivation supporting him, an ordinary person would have long since stopped breathing.

"Uh, Qin Yi," Shen Jianan swallowed, asking with some worry, "Zhang Yu is so badly injured, he won't die, will he?"

"Don't worry, he has a tough life, he won't die." Qin Yi smiled and waved his hand, but as soon as he finished speaking, his vision suddenly went black, and his body fell backward without warning!

Shen Jianan was busy calling the surrounding police to handcuff Zhang Yu and didn't notice his abnormality at all.

At this critical moment, a figure rushed over like a gust of wind—it was Ye Qingcheng! She had just arrived and saw Qin Yi's body falling backward. Her heart almost jumped out. She lunged forward and steadily caught Qin Yi's body.

"Qin Yi! How are you? Where are you hurt?" Ye Qingcheng's voice actually carried a hint of crying, her hands frantically fumbling over his body, wanting to find the wound.

But Qin Yi's consciousness had already sunk into his Sea of Consciousness. The shouts of Ye Qingcheng and Shen Jianan sounded like they were separated by a thick layer of cotton. He could hear them but couldn't respond, only able to let his body go limp in Ye Qingcheng's arms.

"What are you still standing there for! Call an ambulance!" Ye Qingcheng suddenly turned her head and roared at Shen Jianan, her eyes full of anxiety.

Shen Jianan was startled by the roar and realized that something had happened to Qin Yi. She hurriedly took out her phone, her fingers shaking so much that even unlocking it was difficult: "Oh, oh, okay, I'll call immediately!"

"No need, we have already called an ambulance, it will be here soon!" The leading police officer quickly stepped forward and said. Seeing Ye Qingcheng's nervous appearance, and then looking at the unconscious Qin Yi and the seriously injured Zhang Yu on the ground, he realized that the matter was not simple.

Ye Qingcheng nodded, took out a black ID from her pocket, handed it to the police officer, her voice cold and serious: "I am Ye Qingcheng, head of the Special Action Department of the Security Bureau. The person on the ground is the first-class wanted criminal Zhang Yu, extremely dangerous. Special police will come to take over later. You must seal off the scene immediately, no one is allowed to enter or leave!"

The police officer saw the text and seal on the ID clearly, his expression instantly becoming solemn. He immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Yes! Guarantee to complete the mission!" After speaking, he turned and shouted to his subordinates: "Attention everyone! Seal off the scene, no unauthorized personnel allowed to approach!"

Not long after, the siren of an ambulance came from afar.

Two ambulances arrived one after the other, and medical staff ran over with stretchers. Qin Yi and Zhang Yu were lifted onto stretchers separately and sent to different ambulances.

Ye Qingcheng followed closely beside Qin Yi's ambulance, her hands clenched white, her eyes staring fixedly at Qin Yi on the stretcher, not daring to leave for a moment.

Shen Jianan and Han Hao each drove a car, closely following behind the ambulances. The special police's anti-riot vehicles formed an escort formation in front and behind. The convoy slowly drove away amidst the sirens, heading towards the Armed Police General Hospital.

In the ambulance, Qin Yi lay flat on the hospital bed, his eyelids rolling gently from time to time.

Ye Qingcheng sat beside him, carefully checking his body—besides a few bruises, she couldn't find any obvious wounds, but he remained unconscious, which made her heart hang high again.

And at this moment, Qin Yi's consciousness was lingering in a vast white Sea of Consciousness. He silently communicated with the System in his mind: "System, what happened to me? Why did I suddenly faint?"