135: Chapter 135: The First Encounter Ends in Detention?

Su Yang slammed his right hand heavily against his chest.

A dull thud echoed throughout the spacious Yunding No. 1 Clubhouse, sounding like a worn-out war drum being struck.

His body instantly inflated like a balloon, and countless tiny bloody gashes burst open on the surface of his skin.

Instead of normal blood, thick, syrupy, dark purple mist gushed out from these wounds.

A Demonic Path escape technique from a thousand years ago: Heavenly Demon Disintegration.

Su Yang's eyes were filled with determination and madness.

Sacrificing the vitality of this Physical Body to trade for an instantaneous escape of his Divine Soul—this was his final trump card.

With a shrill scream, his body exploded, turning into a massive storm of blood.

Thousands of blood-colored bats rushed out from the storm, each reeking with a pungent stench, frantically slamming against the surrounding walls and windows.

These bats were fragments of Su Yang's Divine Soul; as long as one escaped, he could find another body for Possession and Rebirth.

The socialites and wealthy second-generation heirs in the clubhouse had never seen such a terrifying sight; their screams were enough to tear eardrums.

Red dots still flickered on these bats, but the sudden dispersion of targets caused the snipers to temporarily lose their focus.

Inside the command vehicle, Chen Xiaobei watched the biological red dots instantly multiply on the screen, his fingers frantically tapping the Keyboard.

"Boss, he blew himself up! Citywide surveillance has captured 1,200 target signals, spreading in all directions without blind spots!"

Gu Changan sat in his chair, the cup of clear tea in his hand still steaming.

He watched the red dots frantically flapping their wings on the screen, his expression calm as usual.

He raised his hand and pressed a red knob on the console.

"I've been waiting for this trick of yours."

Gu Changan's voice was transmitted to all patrol vehicles outside via the radio.

"All units, attention: close the net. Activate the full-frequency high-pressure sonic oscillation grid."

Downstairs at the clubhouse, sixteen specially modified black signal-jamming vehicles simultaneously opened the spherical devices on their roofs.

These devices began to spin rapidly, emitting a low-frequency hum inaudible to ordinary people.

The air distorted instantly, visible to the naked eye.

Those blood bats that had just rushed out of the windows and were preparing to scatter in the rain seemed to have hit an invisible, thick wall in mid-air.

High-frequency sound waves locked onto the natural frequencies of these biological entities within milliseconds.

Resonance erupted.

The first batch of blood bats flying in the lead suddenly stiffened, their wings ceasing to flap, and they fell from hundreds of meters in the air like heavy lead weights, clattering as they hit the ground.

Immediately after, the air around the clubhouse seemed to transform into a giant grinder.

Su Yang's pride-and-joy escape technique was as fragile as willow catkins dancing in front of an electric fan when faced with modern physical frequency strikes.

Those blood bats continuously exploded in mid-air, turning back into blood mist.

Under such high-intensity sonic interference, those scattered fragments of Su Yang's Divine Soul simply could not maintain their form.

Eventually, this blood mist reconverged on the street directly below the clubhouse.

A flash of light passed.

A naked figure with skin as pale as a dead fish's belly slammed heavily into a puddle.

Su Yang lay on the ground, vomiting mouthfuls of black blood.

The sensation of his Soul being forcibly crushed and then kneaded back together after being ripped from his Physical Body caused him excruciating pain.

He raised his head, the rain washing over his twisted features.

He saw that pair of black leather shoes.

Gu Changan held a black umbrella over Su Yang.

Rainwater hit the umbrella, making a dull pattering sound.

"Old Ancestor, how does this 'dropping dumplings' feeling taste?"

Gu Changan squatted down; the umbrella in his hand shielded Su Yang, but it could not hide the fear in Su Yang's eyes.

Su Yang reached out, trying to grab Gu Changan's ankle, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"You... what kind of Formation did you use... This is definitely not Lightning Magic..."

Gu Changan shook his head and pulled a pair of black handcuffs from his pocket.

These handcuffs were much thicker than standard ones, their metal surfaces engraved with microscopic integrated circuits and dark golden runes that were difficult to discern with the naked eye.

"I've told you, you need to read more. This is science; it's called sonic resonance."

Gu Changan grabbed Su Yang's wrist and clicked them on.

[spirit-suppressing handcuffs].

At that moment, Su Yang felt the surging Devilish Qi inside him instantly dry up, as if a rushing river had been cut off from its source.

It wasn't just the Devilish Qi; even the profound and mysterious sensations within his Divine Soul had vanished.

The special biological signals released by these handcuffs directly blocked the connection between his cranial nerves and spiritual perception.

Right now, other than his Physical Body being slightly stronger than an average Mortal, he was no different from a cripple.

"I refuse to accept this!" Su Yang roared, trying to struggle. "I am the Master of the Blood River! How dare you ants imprison a god!"

He attempted to make one last stand, trying to trigger Primordial Spirit Leaving the Body.

The indicator light on the handcuffs suddenly turned from green to a glaring deep red.

Zzzzt!

A burst of blue electric sparks exploded at the connection point of the handcuffs.

Su Yang's whole body suddenly stiffened, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks.

His body convulsed violently in the muddy water, and unintelligible gurgling sounds issued from his throat.

"Don't waste your energy."

Gu Changan stood up and brushed the mud splatters off his pant leg.

"These handcuffs come with an anti-Possession sensor. As soon as your Soul attempts to leave your Physical Body, it automatically releases 100,000 volts of Soul-suppressing current."

"Didn't you enjoy extracting others' Souls to light them up like lamps before? Now, taste that feeling yourself first."

Gu Changan turned around and waved at the group of Special Police holding law enforcement recorders.

"Take him away. Send him to Intensive Care Unit No. 1, 24-hour special guard, and reinforce all the windows."

Su Yang was hoisted up by the Special Police like a bag of trash.

He could no longer speak; white foam hung from his mouth, and his eyes were unfocused.

Just as the Special Police were preparing to shove him into the prisoner transport vehicle, a rapid roar of engines suddenly came from the end of the street.

Three black Rolls-Royces sped through the heavy rain, drifting to a halt and blocking the front of the Special Management Bureau's motorcade.

The car doors opened.

Dozens of burly men in black suits and sunglasses opened umbrellas, forming a passageway.

A middle-aged man carrying a briefcase, his hair combed meticulously, walked out quickly.

He was Donghai City's most famous lawyer, Attorney Zhang.

Behind him, several high-level executives from the Su Group followed with pale faces.

"Director Gu! Please wait a moment!"

Attorney Zhang stood before Gu Changan and pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

His expression was exceptionally serious, and he held a thick stack of documents in his hand.

"I am Mr. Su Yang's chief legal counsel. Regarding your party's act of illegally detaining Mr. Su Yang without a formal arrest warrant, we lodge a strong protest."

Gu Changan stopped and turned to look at this middle-aged lawyer.

"A protest?"

"Yes. Based on the scenes we witnessed in the live broadcast just now, Mr. Su Yang is exhibiting severe mental hallucinations and tendencies toward self-harm."

Attorney Zhang remained calm, his voice clear and professional.

"After the death of his parents, Mr. Su Yang developed acute schizophrenia and severe depression."

"All of his actions just now, including those bizarre statements, were carried out while in a pathological state."

"This is the diagnostic report we just retrieved from the Donghai First Mental Health Center. Mr. Su Yang is a mentally ill patient suffering from severe psychological trauma. According to the law, what he needs is treatment, not interrogation."

Attorney Zhang held the documents up to Gu Changan, his tone carrying an unquestionable arrogance.

"Now, I demand that bail be processed for my client immediately so he can be sent to a private sanitarium."

Gu Changan looked at the diagnostic report stamped with the large red official seal and suddenly laughed.

His laugh was gentle, but on this night of torrential rain, it sent chills down people's spines.

"Mental illness?"

Gu Changan reached out to take the report and flipped through it casually.

"I have to say, the Su Group's legal team is incredibly efficient. From the moment Su Yang was caught until now, it's been less than ten minutes, and you've already fabricated a medical record."

Attorney Zhang raised an eyebrow: "Director Gu, one must speak with evidence. You may choose not to believe this report, but you cannot ignore legal procedures."

Gu Changan rolled the report into a tube and tapped it gently against his palm.

He looked back at Su Yang, who was slumped in the car like a pile of mud.

Although the corners of Su Yang's mouth were still twitching, his eyes had become much clearer.

When he heard the word "bail," a faint flash of red light flickered deep within his eyes once more.

That was the survival instinct accumulated over a thousand years.

He knew that as long as he got out of this door, as long as he escaped these people's sight, he had countless ways to slaughter these Mortals.

"You want to bail him out?" Gu Changan looked at Attorney Zhang.

"Yes. The bail money is ready; the Su Group is willing to provide one billion as a guarantee."

"One billion, a generous sum."

Gu Changan lit a cigarette and narrowed his eyes in the rain.

Chen Xiaobei whispered over the channel: "Boss, we can't let him go. If this old ghost escapes, Donghai will become a slaughterhouse."

Gu Changan didn't speak.

He asked in his heart: "System, how many more trump cards does this old ghost have?"

[Ding! Detected a 'Blood Puppet' seed hidden deep within the Divine Soul of the Old Ancestor of the Blood River. That is his Demonic Path Origin. Due to the current environmental suppression, he cannot directly activate it.]

[Suggestion: If the Host wishes to completely eradicate this threat, you need to expose him to a specific negative environment to draw out his Origin.]

Gu Changan's fingers holding the cigarette twitched slightly.

He looked at Attorney Zhang, then at Su Yang.

A bold plan formed in his mind.

"Fine."

Gu Changan's words were astonishing.

"Bail is granted."

Chen Xiaobei was stunned, Attorney Zhang was stunned, and even Su Yang in the car suddenly raised his head.

"Boss! Are you crazy?" Chen Xiaobei disregarded discipline and rushed out of the car.

Although surprised, Attorney Zhang reacted quickly, a professional smile immediately forming on his face.

"Director Gu is truly deep in righteousness; then I thank you on behalf of Mr. Su Yang..."

"Don't be in such a hurry to thank me."

Gu Changan interrupted him, his voice remaining calm.

"You may take him away, but during the bail period, he must wear the electronic monitoring bracelet I provide, and he can only stay at the Su Family villa and cannot contact anyone."

Gu Changan walked over to Attorney Zhang and straightened his tie.

"Once he walks out of this door, your legal team is responsible for Su Yang's safety. If any 'accidents' happen out there, don't you dare blame me."

Gu Changan smiled meaningfully, a malice so thick it couldn't be melted away hidden in that smile.

Attorney Zhang felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart, but he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Of course. We have the most professional security team."