You're Under Arrest, and No One Can Help You!!!

Wu Changkong froze. "Wulin, you..."

"Teacher, hear me out." Tang Wulin rose onto his tiptoes, leaned close to Wu Changkong's ear, and whispered a few words.

After listening, Wu Changkong knitted his brows and fell silent for a long while before slowly nodding. He looked Tang Wulin in the eye and said earnestly, "All right, I trust you. But remember, you must not let them hurt you."

He straightened and turned to the Lieutenant General, his voice cool. "Lieutenant General, I can let you take him away. But I must remind you of one thing: you must not harm this child. Otherwise, you will regret it."

The Lieutenant General smiled dismissively. "Rest assured. We in the Federation have always handled matters fairly. Once we establish the facts, we will naturally clear his name."

He waved a hand. "Pull out! Bring the child. We're leaving!"

The Black-Grade Mechas slowly rose into the air, and two soldiers escorted Tang Wulin aboard one of them. He glanced back at Wu Changkong, then toward his parents in the distance, the corners of his mouth curling slightly upward.

Wu Changkong stood where he was, watching the mechas disappear into the distance with a complicated look in his eyes. He recalled what Tang Wulin had just whispered in his ear:

"Teacher, don't worry. They won't dare touch me. Once you get back, tell Teacher Leng Yaozhu and Teacher Zhuo Shi about this. They'll handle it. And don't forget to contact Teacher Zhen Hua..."

Wu Changkong couldn't help smiling. Even at a time like this, the child was still scheming against others.

He turned and walked toward Tang Ziran and Lang Yue. Both hurried over, their faces full of anxiety. Lang Yue grabbed his arm. "Teacher Wu Changkong, Wulin... will he be all right?"

Wu Changkong shook his head, his tone certain. "Don't worry. He'll be fine. The Federation will regret arresting this child."

Meanwhile, the Federation Lieutenant General brought Tang Wulin back to the nearest Federation branch.

It was a heavily guarded military base, with towering walls, deep fortifications, and mecha patrols moving back and forth. The Lieutenant General took Tang Wulin into an interrogation room, sat down opposite him, and studied the little squirt with interest.

To be honest, he still found it hard to believe that this delicate little boy, who looked as though he had been carved from jade, had dismantled more than a dozen of his mechas with his bare hands. If he hadn't seen it himself, he would never have believed it, even if someone beat him to death.

"Little fellow," the Lieutenant General said, leaning back in his chair with a teasing edge to his voice,

"Don't think you can go back unscathed just because you're a genius from Shrek Academy. You destroyed so many of our mechas. That debt won't be so easy to settle."

Tang Wulin sat in the chair, swinging his dangling legs, his expression perfectly calm. "I know."

"You know?" The Lieutenant General raised his brows. "Then what do you plan to do?"

"Nothing." Tang Wulin shrugged. "You'll let me go back anyway."

The Lieutenant General couldn't help laughing. "You certainly are confident. On what grounds?"

"On the grounds that you arrested the wrong person." Tang Wulin tilted his head and looked at the Lieutenant General, his voice innocent. "Uncle, have you ever wondered why a little kid like me could smash so many of your mechas?"

The Lieutenant General's smile stiffened.

"That Major of yours must have told you I attacked first, right?" Tang Wulin continued,

"But did he tell you that Wang Yu cut in line first, knocked into my parents, and broke the gift they brought me? Did he tell you that Wang Yu put on his Battle Armor first and tried to kill me?"

The Lieutenant General's expression changed. "What did you say?"

"Everything I said is true." Tang Wulin spread his hands. "You can investigate it yourselves. There were so many people at the station. Someone must have seen it. Besides, Wang Yu's grandfather is a War God from the War God Temple. You should know perfectly well what kind of person Wang Yu is."

The Lieutenant General fell silent. He truly hadn't known those details. The Major had only told him that Wang Yu had been severely injured by a child, and he had instinctively assumed the child was at fault. But if Tang Wulin was telling the truth...

"And another thing, Uncle," Tang Wulin suddenly spoke again, a sly smile on his face. "Do you know who I am?"

The Lieutenant General looked at him. "Aren't you a student at Shrek Academy?"

"I'm the personal disciple of Leng Yaozhu, the Spirit Pagoda's Vice Pagoda Master," Tang Wulin said leisurely. "I'm also a disciple of Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, the Body Sect Master's, Red Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi's, and eighth-rank blacksmith Feng Wuyu's."

The Lieutenant General's pupils abruptly contracted.

"Oh, right." As though remembering something, Tang Wulin added, "My teacher Leng Yaozhu is a rank-98 Super Douluo. My teacher Zhuo Shi is a rank-97 Super Douluo. My teacher Zhen Hua is the only Divine Craftsman on the entire continent. My teacher Feng Wuyu is an eighth-rank blacksmith. And there's a cook, too... he's a divine-grade Mecha Master."

After counting them off on his fingers, he looked up and gave the Lieutenant General a brilliant smile. "Uncle, do you think my teachers would be angry if they found out someone had arrested me?"

The Lieutenant General's face turned utterly pale.

He suddenly realized that he had stirred up a hornet's nest of monstrous proportions. An eight-year-old child had so many terrifying figures standing behind him. If this was true, he hadn't arrested a suspect at all—he had grabbed a scalding hot potato!

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to discover that his throat was painfully dry.

"Wait... I don't believe you have such powerful backing. Besides, how could Shrek Academy and the Spirit Pagoda possibly raise a child together? You're lying!!!"

General Li spoke with conviction, believing he had found a hole in Tang Wulin's story.

How could one person have such extensive connections? The Divine Craftsman, Shrek Academy, and the Spirit Pagoda's upper ranks were all connected to him? Absolutely impossible.

Everyone knew that the Spirit Pagoda and Shrek Academy were at odds. How could they possibly train a child together? Wasn't that a joke?

Tang Wulin offered no further explanation. He had said all there was to say, so they couldn't blame him when the time came. Ever since Wu Changkong arrived, he had completely calmed down.

The Federation wouldn't lay a hand on him before uncovering the truth.

I'd better contact Wang Yu's grandfather. If there's blame to take, I can't shoulder it alone.

To be safe, General Li directly contacted Wang Yu's grandfather, one of the eighteen War Gods.

Everyone knew that the War God Temple's members were branches of the same tree, and every one of them was at least a Three-Word Battle Armor Master. Their temple master was none other than Four-Word Battle Armor Master Vast Sea Douluo Chen Xinjie.

Offending one meant offending them all. They were fiercely protective of their own.

General Li spoke with the other man for quite some time before ending the soul communicator call. He let out a long breath, as though a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

He turned toward the little squirt in the interrogation room, undisguised smugness in his eyes.

"Little fellow, did you think you could scare me by bringing up those teachers of yours?" he sneered, tapping his fingers on the table,

"I just contacted War God Wang Shi of the War God Temple—Wang Yu's grandfather. He said he'll take responsibility for this. No one who comes can help you!"

P.S. Brothers, would any of you like to see Tang Wulin take command of the major factions, unite the Federation, and launch a counteroffensive against the Abyss?