Immediately afterward, Ling Yun returned to his room.
He opened the window, stepped onto Famous Sword Siming, and flew toward the police station.
As for why Ling Yun wasn't afraid of being caught on camera—
It was because he had conducted an experiment a few days ago and discovered that if he wrapped himself in spiritual power, cameras couldn't detect him.
Since Object Flight was already faster than sound, he reached the police station in less than a minute.
Ling Yun's first task upon arriving at the police station was to destroy all its cameras with his spiritual power.
That would prevent him from being captured on camera when he did what he had to do later.
Behind the iron bars of the detention area, A Song had been casually dumped into an empty holding cell.
His right wrist was swollen like a steamed bun made from risen dough, its color an ugly bluish purple. The agony made him curl up on the cold concrete floor, letting out intermittent moans.
A vicious-looking man in plainclothes was berating him in a low voice from behind the bars:
"You're useless! You couldn't even handle three foreign tourists, and you ended up like this! Sergeant is furious!"
The plainclothes officer grew angrier as he spoke. Unable to restrain himself, he kicked through the bars, striking A Song's injured wrist.
"Ah—!" A Song let out a shrill scream, nearly passing out from the pain.
"Shut up! Are you trying to wake everyone up?"
The plainclothes officer cursed furiously in a lowered voice.
Just then, Ling Yun arrived in front of them without anyone noticing.
The two police officers were startled by Ling Yun's sudden appearance.
"Who?!"
The officer on duty finally reacted and shouted in terror, fumbling for the gun at his waist.
Ling