Shen Qian snapped out of his daze and hurriedly followed Liu Changqing.
During this time, none of the black-clad men underground even dared to breathe loudly. They had no clear understanding of what level someone who could severely injure Zhao Guangshou, an Advanced Martial Artist, with a single punch might be, but they instinctively recognized how insignificant they were.
By the time Shen Qian dragged his inconvenient legs over, Liu Changqing grabbed his shoulder with one hand and lifted Zhao Guangshou with the other, suddenly soaring into the sky.
From the third basement level, straight upward.
Boom!
As huge holes were blasted through floor after floor and rubble came crashing down, faint screams drifted up from below.
"Don't look at me like that. They all have some cultivation, don't they? It's not like they'd be crushed to death."
Noticing Shen Qian's gaze, Liu Changqing said flatly, "It's just a little lesson."
Shen Qian wanted to say something, but the next instant, they had already burst through the surface and shot out from the first floor of the main building. With the wind battering his face at high speed, Shen Qian could not even open his eyes and could only clamp his mouth shut.
Police Warriors had more than twenty stations across the city, and the Chengdong station was one of the larger ones.
It was morning, with the first rays of sunlight rising. Large numbers of Police Warriors moved in and out of the Chengdong station, creating a bustling scene.
In the courtyard, two Police Warriors were discussing a case as they walked when one of them suddenly stopped. "What was that sound?"
The other listened intently as well, then seemed to sense something and looked up.
It was not just the two of them. Quite a few Police