Do Things to the Bitter End

Night fell, and a gentle, chilly breeze swept through the air.

The wind carried with it a faint sense of bustle.

It was nighttime, and the streets were woven with a dense flow of people.

Moving against the crowd, Li Ang walked at a leisurely pace, taking in the city scenery.

But as he entered the downtown area, after about ten minutes, he arrived at the City Police Station.

Upon reaching his destination, Li Ang did not act immediately, choosing instead to wait silently to the side.

Only when he saw the police officers inside beginning their shift change did Li Ang calmly take a step forward.

In an instant, his body dissolved into a mass of sand and dust, sinking directly into the ground.

Using the Earth Escape Technique, he made his way straight inside.

In a dimly lit room, Guang Long sat with his hands shackled, his body having undergone basic bandaging.

Although he remained in a state of severe injury, he was not dead.

Even though top-tier organizations like the Spirit Pagoda had put a price on his head, as long as Guang Long had not been killed on the spot and Guang Biao had not been officially detained, these Federation police officers dared not play any tricks.

They knew well that neither the Mecha Brigade captain, Guang Biao, nor a terrifying organization like the Spirit Pagoda was someone they could afford to offend.

Thus, all they could do was try not to offend either side.

In the gloomy cell, Guang Long sat, his gaze dark and sullen to the extreme.

Feeling the severity of his injuries, which had left his internal organs nearly shattered, his eyes narrowed.

"You little bastard, just wait until my brother gets here. Once my brother arrives, I'll kill you with my own hands."

"And that little brat with the blonde hair, and that guy surnamed Li—I'll make sure to wipe out your entire families."

Guang Long gritted his teeth as he spoke.

His brother was none other than Guang Biao, captain of the Mecha Brigade and a six-ring Soul Emperor, a top-tier existence throughout Eastsea City.

It was precisely because of this background that he could act as a thug and collect protection money here.

Five thousand credits in protection money was a massive sum; many other thugs wouldn't dare demand such an amount.

The fact that he could operate to this extent clearly showed he had a certain status and backing.

Yet, someone had dared to lay a hand on him, inflicting such heavy injuries that he had nearly lost his life—this was something Guang Long could not accept.

Just as Guang Long's eyes flickered, his mind busy plotting revenge once his brother arrived, a faint, rhythmic thumping sound came from the ground beneath him.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air.

Seeing this figure, Guang Long was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils dilated sharply.

The reason wasn't that the person was a stranger, but that the floor tiles hadn't even cracked as the man appeared right before him.

Looking at the youth who had dealt him such a heavy blow, Guang Long's expression grew complex.

But before he could speak, Li Ang's fair fingers began to gather power.

Terrifying energy condensed in that instant and then pierced directly through Guang Long's chest.

Feeling his life force rapidly fading away, Guang Long's mouth hung open.

He wanted to shout, even to beg for help, but in the end, not a single word escaped his lips.

Watching Guang Long collapse and die on the floor, Li Ang raised his hand casually, his fair palm lifting slightly.

The Little Black Dog appeared once more, its mouth snapping open wide.

With a terrifying bite force, it swallowed Guang Long's corpse whole.

Having thoroughly destroyed the evidence, Li Ang's expression remained calm.

He used his earth-shifting power again to leave quickly, emerging outside the police station.

The deaths of Guang Long and Guang Biao might attract the attention of the police or even trigger a large-scale investigation by the Federation Procuratorate.

But with no body to be found and no evidence left behind, no one would be able to determine exactly what had happened.

Meanwhile, Li Ang had already returned to school quite calmly.

It was already nine or ten o'clock at night; he returned to his dormitory and sat down.

Li Ang's expression was quite serene.

Today's matter had gone very smoothly.

Even if Tang Wulin and Xie Xie sensed something was wrong, the two of them would likely never suspect that he had committed murder.

After all, they held no affection for Guang Long either, and they wouldn't be involved in this matter anyway.

As the night passed, Li Ang actually managed to get some sleep, a rare occurrence.

After waking up, he noticed the dark circles under his eyes had faded significantly, and his complexion had improved.

Once he finished washing up, he headed to the cafeteria for breakfast.

The past two days of classes were relatively calm, but Wang Jinxi had been injured too severely to attend school at all.

In the classroom, Leng Yaozhu lectured at the front, while Li Ang studied on his own.

Days passed in this tranquil fashion, one after another, and in the blink of an eye, a week had gone by.

Li Ang had already finished designing the Battle Armor for his right arm and was preparing to begin the design for his chest and abdomen.

Just then, a message from Ming Yue arrived.

"Young Pagoda Master, I must trouble you to return. A situation has arisen here; a certain big shot has arrived and specifically requested your presence."

The message Ming Yue sent was very polite.

However, looking at the message, Li Ang's eyes flickered.

Within the Spirit Pagoda, there were many who could be called big shots, but the only one who would specifically call for him was Vice Pagoda Master Leng.

It seems I've become a disciple of this Vice Pagoda Master Leng... or so it seems... forget it, I'll go take a look. I have no idea what this is about.

Li Ang muttered, a trace of confusion in his eyes.

He wasn't even sure if he was truly Leng Yaozhu's disciple at this point.

Although it seemed he was her disciple, she had never once come to see him from start to finish.

Aside from providing some resource compensation every month, she had never come to teach him anything personally; most of his instruction came from others.

But he had already planned to head back today anyway, as he needed to discuss new training methods with Uncle Li.

His current training regimen was no longer keeping pace with his physical state.

Even while trying his best to suppress and even practice Concealment of his power, the intensity of his physical growth was becoming difficult to contain.

Under these circumstances, he had to find a way to obtain a faster method of improvement.

He would see if he could learn the third level of Forging the body from Uncle Li.

Thinking this, Li Ang didn't intend to linger any longer.

He stood up, placed the completed blueprints for the right arm Battle Armor into his storage ring, and headed downstairs.

At the entrance, a vehicle belonging to the Spirit Pagoda was parked there, manned twenty-four hours a day to ensure Li Ang could return at any time.

Seeing Li Ang get into the car, the driver, who had been listening to music, was visibly stunned.

He hurriedly took off his headphones and slowly started the vehicle, heading toward the Spirit Pagoda.

Inside the car, Li Ang closed his eyes slightly, sensing the way his power circulated within his body.

He confirmed that there were no issues with his physical strength.

Whether this visit from Leng Yaozhu was a good thing or a bad thing, it was highly likely she was coming for him.

Therefore, ensuring he was in top condition was the most important thing.