I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 513 - 426 Yun Bing Arrives_2

"Boss! The police are getting ready to rush in."

"Everyone, don’t panic. Stay calm."

"Yes, Boss."

Wang Kai’s eyes darted around. As long as I have a hostage, he thought, the Protectors won’t dare to rush in.

"Apologies, Master Xia, but we have to do this," Wang Kai said, his voice grim. "The only way we can escape is by taking a hostage. You’ll just have to trust in fate."

"Heh, you want to take me hostage...?"

"That’s the plan."

Xia Liang suddenly let out a cold laugh and shook his head. These people really have no idea what they’re getting into.

But Wang Kai didn’t realize his mistake. He’d always assumed Xia Liang was just a frail Fortune Teller, someone so weak he couldn’t even fend off a single one of Wang Kai’s hands.

Xia Liang’s brow furrowed slightly. The moment Wang Kai reached for his gun...

THWACK!

Xia Liang lunged forward. In a flash, he executed a reverse-grip takedown, seizing Wang Kai’s arm right on his existing wound. A surge of internal energy, like a thousand-pound weight, shot through his grip and pierced deep into Wang Kai’s arm.

The strike was perfectly aimed. With a sickening SPLURT, crimson blood sprayed from the wound.

"Ah! You... you dare touch me?!"

Wang Kai’s scream was a heart-wrenching shriek of agony, a level of pain no ordinary person could withstand.

CRACK!

The sharp, clear sound of bone splintering echoed directly in his mind.

"Help me!"

Outside, an officer turned to Captain Yun. "Captain, it sounds like a fight’s broken out. Should we rush in?"

Yun Bing felt a pang of worry, but then she remembered Xia Liang’s incredible power. This has to be his plan, she thought, shaking her head.

"No. We wait a little longer."

"Yes, Captain!"

Wang Kai instinctively dropped his handgun. Before he could even process what was happening, his subordinates were taken down one after another, slammed to the ground by Xia Liang. The entire fight was fluid and brutal, giving the criminals no chance to resist. The continuous, sharp cracks of breaking bones mixed with their agonized cries, turning the room into a chamber of horrific screams.

Wang Kai struggled to his feet, dragging his battered body forward to lean against the wall for support. "Xia, you’ve got guts," he spat. "We lost today, but This Master will get you back for this sooner or later."

Tough talk was easy—the last resort of any villain. Before he could finish his threat, another round of brutal punishment began.

Xia Liang’s iron fists hammered into Wang Kai’s face again. The force behind each blow was palpable, and the whistling sound of his fists cutting through the air was terrifyingly clear.

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

A few short minutes later, the fight was over. Wang Kai lay in a heap on the ground, completely beaten.

"Remember this," Xia Liang said coldly. "The one who puts you down doesn’t have to be a cop. And I don’t need a reason. My only job is to make sure you’re still alive when they get here."

Sprawled on the floor, Wang Kai had lost all will to fight. His breathing was shallow, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Even uttering a single word now felt like an impossible luxury.

"Freeze! Protectors! Hands in the air!"

The Protectors burst through the door, only to stop dead in their tracks. The scene before them was unlike anything they had ever witnessed in their careers. All the criminals were trussed up, completely immobilized. They were likely crippled, if not worse; even if they recovered, they’d probably be paralyzed for life.

Xia Liang, however, remained perfectly calm. He gently set down his teacup and said with a teasing tone, "Officers, I’ve caught the bad guys for you. Now you just need to clean up the mess."

"Clean up the mess?" one of them echoed.

His tone was unbelievably arrogant. Then again, the room was a disaster zone, spattered with blood and littered with the splintered remains of tables and chairs. Even the one chair that was still in one piece was missing a leg.

"Cuff them all!" Yun Bing commanded.

"Yes, Captain."

Yun Bing stared at Xia Liang, filled with a sense of awe. If it were me, she thought, I could never have done all this in just a few minutes. Despite her suspicions about what had happened, she still had to ask, "What happened in here?"

Xia Liang shrugged. "I’d say they tripped over themselves, but would you believe me?"

Yun Bing rolled her eyes at him. That’s ridiculous. "No."

"Fine. I did it."

That’s more like it, Yun Bing thought with a nod. "Let’s go. We need to take your statement back at the station."

Xia Liang nodded. "Alright, let’s go."

Before long, reporters from several TV stations, having received a tip, descended on the scene. They quickly set up their cameras and lighting rigs, turning the area into an impromptu press conference. Just as Xia Liang and Yun Bing walked out of the villa, the crowd of reporters erupted.

"Excuse me, make way! Master Xia, how did you subdue these criminals?"

"Master Xia, we’re from AV News! Please give us a comment!"

"Master Xia, please, just a few words!"

Before Xia Liang could speak, Yun Bing stepped in front of him, blocking the reporters. He might be working undercover, she thought frantically, I can’t let them expose him. She addressed the crowd firmly, "I’m sorry, he is a person of interest in this case. He needs to come with us to the station to give a statement."

"Are you Protectors crazy? Master Xia caught these drug traffickers single-handedly, and you’re calling him a suspect?"

"You’re taking him to the station? What kind of Protectors are you?!"

"Excuse me, please step aside," Yun Bing said stonily. "No comment."

As soon as she finished speaking, a radio reporter shoved a microphone in her face. "Captain Yun, besides breaking down the door, it seems your team did nothing at all. What’s your opinion on the Protectors’ competence?"

Yun Bing’s face flushed crimson with rage. The question was so sharp that even the most disciplined person would have flown into a fury.

"Someone get these reporters out of here! Don’t let them interfere with law enforcement!" she barked.

"Yes, Captain!"

"Captain Yun, just tell us something!"

"I’m sorry, please move."

Just then, the severely injured fugitives were carried out one by one, their heads covered with black hoods. Miraculously, there were zero fatalities in the incident.

Once the truth got out, everyone was stunned. Headlines like "Feng Shui Master Xia Liang Heroically Defeats Desperate Fugitives" quickly spread across all major media outlets. After the scene was cleared, Xia Liang prepared to head to the police station with Yun Bing. As they reached the side of the road, he suddenly stopped.

He frowned, a cold glint in his eyes as he began moving his fingers in a rapid, complex calculation. "Southeast for the Heavens, North for the Chasm, South for the Flame, Northwest for the Earth..." he murmured. "The Serpent’s hour and the Goat’s star align with malice... A misalignment of yin and yang brings certain doom."

"Yes," he muttered, snapping out of his trance. "It’s the position of Flame. Definitely." He looked around frantically. "Captain Yun, take three steps back," he commanded.

Yun Bing was confused but chose to trust him.

One step, two steps, three steps.

"Here?" she asked.

Xia Liang shook his head. "No. Two more steps to your right."

"Here?" Yun Bing blinked, her obedience stunning the nearby Protectors, who had never seen their captain so compliant.

"Yes."

Xia Liang nodded. Just as Yun Bing was about to ask what he meant, a large construction truck laden with dirt came barreling down the road toward them. Suddenly, just a short distance away, its front wheels swerved wildly. The entire vehicle lost control, flipping onto its side in an instant. The massive container of dirt was violently thrown from the chassis.

BOOM!

After the deafening crash, the truck’s passenger door was flung through the air, slamming down on the exact spot where Yun Bing had been standing just a moment before.