I'd Beat Him Even If He Was His Dad

Guo Ming's mood could be described as a roller coaster between ice and fire; he could certainly be considered unlucky today.

He had originally been pestering Zheng Yutong, the woman he had been pursuing, when he learned she was heading to a branch office to deliver an appointment letter. Because he was driving too fast, he ended up flipping a bus over that morning.

In his eyes, this was merely an incident that could be easily "handled." Sure enough, one phone call was all it took for him to get off the hook. However, by the time he finally caught up to Zheng Yutong, he encountered a "love rival."

The unluckiest part was that he had been beaten by this "love rival." The arrogant Young Master Guo, accustomed to having his way, could not swallow this insult—especially when he saw that the woman he had always wanted to pin down and "ravage" seemed to have a favorable impression of that "rival." Young Master Guo exploded.

He first made a call to have a criminal police captain under his father's command arrest the "rival," then fabricated "criminal evidence" of Li Wei committing assault and sent it to the procuratorate, formally charging him.

If things went smoothly, he could first torment his rival severely—preferably beating him into a cripple—and finally send the unlucky bastard to prison. Of course, with the connections he had already established with the prison warden, that guy would surely have an extremely "unforgettable" life experience.

Therefore, when he stormed into the interrogation room and saw the "rival" who had slapped him that morning, he smiled. He then lunged forward, intending to pay back that morning's slap.

However, just as he reached his "rival," he was astonished to see the sturdy handcuffs on the man's wrists being snapped open by sheer force, as if they were nothing more than plastic toys.

What shocked him even more was the opponent's "inhuman" speed. He only saw a palm flash by, and his left cheek felt as if it had been struck by a steel bar. He let out a howl and collapsed to the floor.

It had been his right cheek in the morning, and now his left in the afternoon. Even Guo Ming himself knew that he probably wouldn't be able to go out and face anyone for a while.

Tossing the broken handcuffs to the ground, Li Wei inwardly noted how close that had been. He had expected to break free easily, but he hadn't realized it would require every ounce of his strength. If he hadn't pushed his Innate Skill to the limit, he never would have broken through the all-steel cuffs.

This internal energy was truly an essential skill for murder, arson, and traveling at home.

The first to find his voice was the square-jawed man. He stared at Li Wei with his mouth agape, then looked at the wailing Guo Ming on the floor. This was the only son of Director Guo; to have him slapped right under his own nose—if Director Guo found out, his own good days would be over.

But how did that kid break the handcuffs?

Could it be that they weren't locked properly in the first place?

Because of the distance, he hadn't seen the cuffs being snapped open by raw strength, so he assumed they hadn't been secured. He glared at the two young officers nearby, then raised his rubber baton and swung it toward Li Wei's head.

However, he soon followed in Young Master Guo's footsteps, though he received twice as many slaps. A series of crisp "slap-slap" sounds echoed, and the square-jawed man was sent flying more than two meters away. His mouth was full of blood, and perhaps because he choked, he coughed up at least seven or eight teeth. His mouth swelled up like a sausage in an instant.

Until he hit the floor, he hadn't even realized what had happened.

It seemed he had seen a few palm strikes flash by too fast to track, followed by a barrage of slaps. The sound was so crisp that the entire interrogation room rang with the noise.

By now, even a fool would know that this young man was not someone to be trifled with. Even Young Master Guo was staring at the other man in shock, though his initial ferocity had vanished; when Li Wei glared at him, he hurriedly looked away.

"You... you dare assault an officer!"

Perhaps because it was his first time being beaten, the square-jawed man stood up while clutching his swollen face. Perhaps because he was missing his front teeth, his speech was whistling and slurred, looking indescribably comical.

"I hit you because you deserved it. Don't talk about you—even if his shitty director father came here, I'd beat him too!" Li Wei pointed at Young Master Guo, who was still sprawled on the floor.

"It was him who caused the car accident this morning, nearly costing an innocent old man his life. And what about you police? As law enforcement officers, you actually bend the law for personal gain just because the perpetrator is the director's son, and you intended to let the matter slide? Can scum like you even be called police? Abusing your power for selfish reasons to drag me here—if it had been someone else, they might have already been ruined by you bastards, only to be thrown into prison on trumped-up charges. Can you really call yourselves police after committing such unconscionable acts? If the upper beam is crooked, the lower ones will be askew; I imagine your shitty director isn't much better. Now do you know why I hit you?"

The square-jawed man, rendered speechless by Li Wei's barrage of rebukes, was completely crushed by this imposing aura. He didn't dare say another word; besides, he didn't want to lose the rest of his teeth.

"Who is it that dares to run wild in the police station!"

A rough, thunderous voice echoed from outside the interrogation room, and a burly man over 1.9 meters tall walked in.

Seeing the newcomer, both Young Master Guo and the square-jawed man wore joyful smiles, though their swollen faces made the expressions look comical to the extreme.

"Captain Tie, this criminal assaulted an officer! Hurry up and subdue him, don't let him get away!" Young Master Guo shouted at the top of his lungs.

The man looked at the square-jawed officer, who was indeed in a state of having been severely beaten. He wasn't in a hurry, instead observing Li Wei with interest.

This Captain Tie could be considered a banner of the T City police force. To call him the top expert among all T City police would be no exaggeration. Young Master Guo knew that this man had spent several years at the Shaolin Temple in his youth, later joined the army, and was said to be a fierce character. It was only after his discharge that he came to the T City Police Department. His combat style, a fusion of martial arts and military boxing, had left him undefeated in T City. Those hands, which felt like iron pliers, could easily twist a steel bar into a pretzel, and a single punch could shatter a dozen blue bricks.

Now, with him here, that arrogant kid's good days were over. Young Master Guo still remembered the scene a few months ago when a dozen vicious kidnappers were beaten into cripples by this Captain Tie alone.

"Human, Strength 13, Agility 7, Spirit 4, Stamina 9, Threat Level: Moderate!" Li Wei looked at the burly man in front of him with surprise.

Is this an ordinary human? To have such strong physical attributes, especially in strength and stamina, he had already completely surpassed him.

Without entering Shadow Street or increasing base attribute points, to reach such a physique through mere exercise in the real world—this person was not simple!

While Li Wei sized up his opponent, the burly man known as Captain Tie was also observing Li Wei.

Extremely dangerous!

This was the answer his battle-hardened intuition gave him. Although he wasn't as tall as him and seemed to lack a sense of raw power, for some reason, Tie Xuan felt that this man was very dangerous.

Trust your intuition!

These were the words his master had told him over a decade ago when he was still at the Shaolin Temple. The name Tie Xuan was also given to him by his master at that time. He trusted his master, so he trusted his intuition!

But he would absolutely not let the other man leave. He was a police officer now, and fighting crime was his duty. Besides, it was a pity to miss the chance to fight an opponent of equal strength.

Taking a stance, Tie Xuan grinned. "My friend, watch out!"

As soon as the words left his lips, he lunged forward like a tiger descending a mountain. His footwork was steady, and his punches were fast and powerful. Before the fist even arrived, Li Wei could feel the sharp wind pressure stinging his cheeks.

Impressive!

The incoming punch made the hair on the back of Li Wei's neck stand up!

He couldn't hold back anymore. Pushing his Innate Skill to the limit, Li Wei sidestepped the lethal punch and countered with a palm strike toward the opponent's ribs. Li Wei didn't use the Cloud Piercing Palm for this move, relying solely on his internal energy and physical force.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's reaction was not slow. He dropped his arm to block the strike. The collision between palm and arm produced a dull thud, and both men retreated a step. Li Wei realized his palm was going numb.

Indeed, in terms of strength, Li Wei was inferior; the physical collision had left him at a slight disadvantage. However, Li Wei didn't know that Tie Xuan was even more shocked than he was.

Tie Xuan's entire arm had gone numb; after all, Li Wei's strength had reached 12 points. Not only that, but he also felt something indescribably strange about the kid in front of him.

It was just like his master!

Without a word, he adjusted his stance, stepping forward with his left foot and shifting his right back. Like a flash of lightning, he whipped out a leg. This whip kick was Tie Xuan's signature move; his leg acted like an iron lash, not only possessing incredible speed but also a reach far greater than any punch. If it connected, it could bend even a steel bar.

Li Wei clearly lacked combat technique. At that moment, he could only channel his internal energy into his fist and strike directly at the incoming kick, attempting to meet force with force.

As the saying goes, an arm cannot twist a thigh. The power difference between an arm and a leg was simply not on the same order of magnitude. On the surface, Li Wei's move was already a blunder, but what happened next left everyone stunned.

With a dull thud, the fist, surging with internal energy, slammed heavily into the man's leg. Those in the room could even hear the faint sound of bone fracturing, followed by a muffled groan from Tie Xuan as he was knocked clean onto the floor.

That leg no longer felt like his own. He could clearly feel some kind of "thing" surging from the young man's fist into his limb, like thousands of bone-gnawing ants tearing at his skin, muscles, and bones.

"Is this... internal energy?" Tie Xuan finally recalled what had felt so wrong. This agonizing sensation was exactly like the feeling of being struck by a powerful internal force when he sparred with his master at Shaolin Temple.

But how old was this kid? How could he have cultivated internal energy?

His master had said that to generate even the most basic sea of qi in the dantian, even a martial arts genius would need twenty years. For an ordinary person with average aptitude, it was unthinkable without thirty-plus years of practice, and that was assuming they had a master's guidance.

Take Tie Xuan himself: from the year he entered the temple, he had practiced an internal cultivation method called the Tiger Roar Iron Bone Skill. This was a secret treasure of Shaolin Temple. After more than a decade of training, he had finally gained a faint sense of qi. His skin, flesh, and bones had been tempered by this sea of qi, and although his reservoir was only a thin layer, it was enough for him to run rampant in the secular world.

Furthermore, after years of practical training in the military and police force, his combat experience and internal energy had reached a profound level. Yet, a man like him had been knocked down by a single punch from this kid.

Tie Xuan found it hard to accept. Could this boy be even more formidable than his own master?

Li Wei exhaled a breath of stale air as the muscles in his arm, previously tensed by the infusion of internal energy, began to relax. Only now did he truly grasp the power of internal energy. The Innate Skill was truly a high-level cultivation method; this was only the first level. If he could reach the seventh level, perhaps he could knock this burly man down with a mere puff of breath.

The sounds of the scuffle had drawn the attention of the other officers. Soon, a large group of police officers rushed in through the door, all of them brandishing firearms. Upon seeing the scene in the room, they all gasped. The bureau chief's son's face was swollen like a pig's head as he slumped on the floor, and the criminal investigation captain—the man with the square face—was sporting a similar pig-like visage. Most shocking of all, Tie Xuan, known as the strongest fighter in the police force, had also been defeated.

Who was this young man?

Regardless of who he was, in the face of fully armed police, he would have to surrender.