Gao Wu: My setting is above yours.

Chapter 25 I'm afraid you won't run away!

Xia Ming had already noticed the pistol pointed at him.

He just didn't expect that they would actually dare to fire a shot.

Do you really think I can't do anything to you just because you're hiding in the crowd?

Mobilizing the power of Taiyin.

The true energy in the meridians of the hand rapidly condensed, and a layer of ice armor covered the palm, knuckles, and wrist. It was only a few millimeters thick, but its hardness was comparable to that of steel.

He had to catch that bullet.

It's very difficult.

For an average Xuan-rank martial artist, honestly, they might be fast enough to dodge, but their reaction time would always be a beat slower.

It's a miracle you managed to dodge it, let alone catch a bullet with your bare hands.

But Xia Ming is different.

His mental power had already detected it not when the bullet was fired, but when the blond-haired man pulled out his pistol.

The angle of the gun muzzle, the contraction of the finger before pulling the trigger, even the changes in the blond man's breathing all flooded into his mind.

The trajectory of the bullet has already been calculated before it even leaves the barrel.

All he had to do was place his hand in that position beforehand and use his ice-armored hand to capture it.

He leaned slightly to the side as a precaution, in case he made a mistake or his ice armor was pierced, so that he could avoid a fatal blow.

However, things went even more smoothly than he had imagined.

The moment the bullet struck the ice armor, the power of Yin enveloped it.

The scorching hot bullet was instantly dried, and a layer of white frost condensed on the copper shell, freezing firmly onto the surface of the ice armor.

It only penetrated less than two millimeters, without even touching the skin.

滑？

nonexistent.

Ordinary ice might be shattered, or the bullet might slip and deflect upon contact.

However, the ice armor frozen by the power of Yin was extremely sticky, and it attracted the bullet the moment it came into contact with it.

Xia Ming pinched the bullet with his left thumb and forefinger, removed it from the ice armor, and held it in front of him.

The entire basement level fell silent.

Xia Ming looked at Xiao Chi: "Captain Xiao, what's the sentence for firing a gun and attempting to kill a police officer?"

Xiao Chi had already drawn his gun, his face dark, his voice laced with suppressed anger: "Attack on a police officer, three to ten years' sentence. However..."

He didn't continue.

Xia Ming understood that the sentence didn't matter; he simply didn't believe that the blond-haired man didn't have other criminal records.

Only then did the people around them come to their senses and stare blankly at the warhead.

"Is it really the criminal investigation team?"

"He just held the bullet in his hand? What level of skill does that require?"

Xia Ming looked at the blond-haired man.

He and five or six other people were crammed into a cramped private room in the corner. They had already stood up and were about to run away. The people around him were in a chaotic mess, with chairs overturned all over the floor.

Xia Ming reached into the leather pouch at his waist with his right hand and pulled out a throwing knife.

Driven by mental power.

The throwing knife flew out of his hand, leaving a very thin arc in the air.

With the enhancement of telekinesis, one's hidden weapons come with a tracking function.

run?

nonexistent.

笃.

With a scream, the blond-haired man collapsed to the ground.

Half of the throwing knife pierced his ankle, while the majority of it was embedded in the crack between the floor tiles.

Blood seeped from the cut, and the person was pinned to the spot, unable to move an inch.

He was writhing in pain, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and he was completely sober.

The people next to him froze in place, not daring to move another step.

Xia Ming picked up the microphone again: "So if someone stands still and tries to escape in the chaos, you're welcome to try."

Xia Ming picked up the microphone again, his voice not loud, but each word struck everyone's ears.

"Everyone stay where you are. If you're thinking of trying to escape in the chaos, feel free to try."

Nobody moved.

Those who had been itching to make a move earlier withdrew their feet.

Xia Ming glanced at Xiao Chi.

The latter understood immediately, stepped forward with his gun, and pulled the blond-haired man up from the ground.

The handcuffs snapped shut on his wrists with a crisp, clean motion.

Several of his accomplices were also handcuffed and chained together.

Some people were trembling violently, and the iron chains of their handcuffs rattled.

Xia Ming glanced at it, wary of any unforeseen events.

Fortunately, the group was terrified and dared not resist.

With this god of death standing here, no one even has the thought of resisting.

Xiao Chi searched the blond-haired man and found several small plastic bags containing white powder in his inner pocket.

He waved the bag in front of the blond-haired man and sneered.

"Not only did he attempt to assault a police officer, but he also had so many drugs on him. He should just stay in jail."

Huang Mao lowered his head, unable to utter a single word.

Seeing that things were almost settled, Xia Ming turned his gaze to the boxing ring.

He already knew that the murderer was Lin Feng.

The color, texture, and arrangement of each energy point of the true energy were exactly the same as the trace of true energy left on the weapon.

But we always need to find a reason.

Just like outside, we clearly saw Fang Chen's poisonous true energy flowing along the floor tiles, but the other side refused to admit it, and the onlookers couldn't explain it either.

In the end, it was only with that hidden gun that they were able to subdue the man.

Providing evidence is troublesome.

However, he had his own methods.

Xia Ming looked at the bulletproof glass partition in the boxing ring and pointed, "Will you open this glass door yourselves, or should I do it?"

A manager from Zuixiaolou, dressed in a suit, quickly responded from the audience: "We'll do it ourselves, we'll do it ourselves."

He gave a wink to the people on stage, and they quickly unlocked the door, causing the bulletproof glass door to slide open to both sides.

Xia Ming walked onto the stage, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Hu and Lin Feng.

"Zhou Hu, Lin Feng."

He then looked towards the backstage area, "and all the fighters in the entire Drunken Pavilion who participate in underground fighting."

He paused for a moment.

After thinking for a long time, I still can't say exactly which one or which one.

I decided to stop thinking about it.

"These are all illegal activities. I am now arresting you for organizing illegal fighting matches and participating in gambling."

Zhou Hu and Lin Feng were both stunned.

What the heck?

Has the world changed?

Are the police even interfering with boxing now?

Zhou Hu was furious.

He had been boxing at Zuixiaolou for two years, and the police never even entered the gate.

Not only did they come in today, but they're also going to arrest people?

He looked at the thugs from Zuixiaolou below the stage. Dozens of them stood in a corner, all shaking their heads at him, their eyes conveying a clear meaning.

Don't do anything reckless.

Zhou Hu understood.

We've met our match.

He clenched his fists, but ultimately didn't dare to move. He just muttered a few curses and stood there waiting for the two detectives to come up and handcuff him.

Xiao Chi had some doubts.

We agreed in the car earlier that we would put aside the minor matters for now and focus on solving Shao Feng's case first.

Fighting in underground boxing matches will at most result in two days of detention and a small fine; it's a complete waste of time.

However, Xia Ming must have his reasons for doing this.

He didn't ask any further questions.

Xia Ming pretended to glance at Zhou Hu, but in reality, his mental energy had already swept across the entire backstage area.

In the backstage corridor, several boxers were taking the opportunity to slip out.

Xia Ming ignored him.

Let them go then; they weren't our target today anyway.

Just then, Lin Feng noticed that Xia Ming's attention was on Zhou Hu, so he shifted his legs and suddenly turned around and retreated backstage.

Xia Ming saw his action and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

I was just worried you wouldn't run away.