Even though the interrogation room opened into a narrow hallway, and even though Fan Dongsheng and his men all held pistols—the symbols of modern civilization—Zhou Baiwei still didn't think they had any chance of subduing Yi Beidou.
If a man like that could be subdued so easily, he wouldn't be the stuff of legends.
On the contrary, if Fan Dongsheng and his men opened fire and provoked him, it wouldn't be surprising if he killed them all.
Such beings look down on kings and nobles, holding nothing sacred. The fury of a single man can leave a field of corpses. This was no laughing matter.
She rushed out the door in two strides and saw a total of five men, including Fan Dongsheng, all pointing their pistols at Yi Beidou with grim expressions.
"Everyone, calm down! Do not fire! I'm taking full charge of this case now. Everyone is under my command. Holster your weapons!"
Zhou Baiwei shouted.
The two Special Security Bureau agents who had come with her immediately obeyed and holstered their weapons. The two police officers also hesitated, but Fan Dongsheng's gaze remained firm. He kept his pistol raised, not wavering in the slightest.
"Get back in the interrogation room right now, and I'll lower my weapon. Otherwise, I will open fire to neutralize your ability to resist. I'll count to three. One... Two..."
Fan Dongsheng began to shout the countdown.
"Don't!!"
Zhou Baiwei cried out in alarm, but it was too late to stop him.
Not only did Yi Beidou not return to the interrogation room, but he actually took a step forward.
A fierce glint flashed in Fan Dongsheng's eyes as he aimed for Yi Beidou's thigh and decisively pulled the trigger.
But all he saw was a blur, and his finger on the trigger found itself unable to move.
He didn't know when it happened, but Yi Beidou, who had been over ten meters away, was suddenly standing right in front of him. His towering figure completely blocked Fan Dongsheng's vision, and a single finger was wedged behind the trigger guard, preventing Fan Dongsheng from moving it at all.
'What is this speed?!'
Fan Dongsheng's pupils contracted. But he was former special forces and reacted instantly. His free hand, which had been supporting the gun, formed a claw and shot toward the crook of Yi Beidou's arm.
This spot was dense with pressure points. If he hit it, Yi Beidou's entire arm would go limp, allowing him to regain control of his firearm.
'Black Dragon Capture!'
But before his hand could even reach its target, his consciousness shut down as if someone had hit a power button. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his body went limp and collapsed. He had no idea how he had been taken down.
BANG!!
At that very moment, a gunshot rang out, and everyone flinched.
Seeing his captain struck down, his condition unknown, the young, square-faced police officer standing nearby was spurred into action. He fired instinctively, the bullet aimed at Yi Beidou's neck.
But in the instant he fired, he saw that Yi Beidou, who had been just a meter away, had vanished. It was as if Yi Beidou had predicted the shot, transforming into an untraceable phantom.
A bullet is fast, but a person's actions and intentions are far too slow.
Yi Beidou didn't need to be faster than the gun; he only needed to be faster than the man.
The moment he fired, his target disappeared in a flash. The young officer was immediately filled with intense regret.
Firing horizontally in a confined space, a bullet that misses its target would inevitably hit a wall and ricochet. Everyone here was in danger of being seriously injured or even killed!
He saw sparks flash on the opposite wall, and a sense of death washed over him. He felt a sharp, stabbing pain between his eyebrows.
A ricochet from the wall was heading straight for him.
Yet, he couldn't react at all. He couldn't even think. All he could do was wait for the death that would come in the next instant.
Just then, a shadow flickered before his eyes.
One second.
Two seconds.
'I... I'm still alive?!'
The young officer's mind came back online from a state of pure white. He gasped for breath as if he'd just cheated death, not understanding what had happened or why the ricochet that should have pierced his brow had disappeared.
Then he noticed everyone was completely silent, staring at the space in front of him with expressions like they had just seen a ghost. He followed their gaze.
There stood Yi Beidou in front of him, palm outstretched. Lying quietly in his palm was a deformed brass slug.
CLANG!!
The young officer's body trembled, his legs gave out, and he collapsed right onto the floor. He stared up at the towering figure before him as if gazing at a great Divine Spirit from ancient legend.
If this man hadn't intervened just now, he would be dead.
'Catching a ricochet with his bare hand?!!'
Even after ricocheting off the wall, which greatly reduced its speed and power, the bullet was still lethal to an ordinary person.
On a battlefield, it's not the direct hits that kill the most people, but the stray bullets and ricochets that bounce off or shatter against various objects.
'Is that really something a body of flesh and blood can do?!'
Everyone present felt as if their worldview had been completely overturned.
In an era dominated by firearms, who would have thought the human body was still capable of such miracles?
"Alright, this farce should be over now. My personal belongings are still here. Please return them to me, thank you."
Yi Beidou turned his hand over, and the bullet in his palm fell to the floor with a crisp clink.
"How is Fan Dongsheng?"
Zhou Baiwei was silent for a moment before looking at the burly, middle-aged man lying limply on the ground and asking.
Everyone could now hear Fan Dongsheng's steady breathing, proof that his life wasn't in danger.
"He was too high-strung and physically exhausted. It's obvious he hasn't been resting properly. If he keeps this up, his mind and body will both collapse. I hit his sleep pressure point to let him get some proper sleep. He needs to rest and recuperate, to find a balance between tension and relaxation."
Yi Beidou said.
"Quick, go get Mr. Yi's personal belongings."
Hearing this, Zhou Baiwei also breathed a sigh of relief and said to one of the officers still standing nearby.
She understood perfectly well that they were no match for someone like him. His actions—not harming a single person and even saving the officer who shot at him—had already shown sufficient goodwill. This was the best possible outcome. If they continued to obstruct him, there was no telling what might happen.
In any case, as long as he was in Donghua, it wouldn't be difficult for the Special Security Bureau to find him with their intelligence network.
"Ye-yes, ma'am."
The officer nodded vigorously. This time there was no hesitation as he obeyed the order and hurried down the hallway.
Accompanied by Zhou Baiwei, Yi Beidou retrieved his backpack and walked out of the police station.
"What is it you're trying to do? You're incredibly powerful, but this is the modern world. No matter how strong you are, there are high-powered weapons that can destroy you. And even without those, you're not the only one in Donghua who has achieved Body Ascension. You are not invincible."
"Besides, the organization you've provoked is far more complex than you imagine."
Zhou Baiwei said, staring intently at Yi Beidou.
"I've already said everything that needed to be said back in the interrogation room. If you wish to discuss this further, then find someone who is my equal to speak with me."
Yi Beidou said calmly. He strolled away with his backpack on, his pace unhurried, yet his figure rapidly faded into the distance.
He was like a traveler about to roam the world, or like a Fallen Immortal, new to the mortal plane, about to wander its dusty trails.
'To think someone like him actually exists in this world!'
Watching Yi Beidou's disappearing back, Zhou Baiwei's chest heaved. Her heart pounded as if she had just witnessed the beginning of an epic, a legend. At the same time, she didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
The Demon Lord has entered the world. He is sure to set it into turmoil.