The Security Patrol's Suppression Operation

Room 503.

The key slid into the lock and turned.

Click.

The door opened.

As Su Han walked into his home, memories of the past slowly surfaced, and an inexplicable ache filled his heart.

But a moment later, his gaze grew resolute.

He still needed to keep growing stronger, racing against every second to do so, if he was to have any chance of staying alive and taking revenge!

Sitting on the sofa, Su Han opened the booklet, ready to resume his training.

The third layer of Heavenly Phenomenon Secret Martial Arts was called "Transforming Rain Force."

Hua Jin differed from An Jin: An Jin was driven inward, while Hua Jin extended outward.

Force could leave the body, adhere to things, and spread over an area.

He assumed his stance and slowly inhaled.

On the first run-through, force flowed through his body like a stream, rising from the soles of his feet and passing through his legs, waist, and back before finally reaching his arms.

The flow was somewhat sluggish, but the direction was right.

On the second run-through, it flowed more smoothly.

He could feel the force surging beneath his skin, as though something alive were swimming through it.

On the third run-through.

Su Han threw a punch.

It was a slow, steady punch.

But when his fist was three inches away, the air hissed, and a sharp report burst out across the gap.

His force had left his body!

Though it reached only three inches, this was the mark of Hua Jin.

Force could be applied to a weapon or a part of the body to increase its killing power.

With further training, it would reach farther and strike harder.

He had done it.

Su Han drew back his fist, feeling the power surging within him.

His combat power had risen another step.

He then continued leafing through the booklet, studying the fighting techniques of Heavenly Phenomenon Secret Martial Arts.

The booklet was thin, only a dozen or so pages long.

It recorded nine techniques, from Ming Jin techniques to True Gang techniques, each progressively more powerful.

Each of the first four realms corresponded to two techniques, while the final realm, True Gang, corresponded to the ninth.

He opened to the first page.

The first two techniques were "Mountain-Splitting Form" and "Mountain-Severing Form."

These were Ming Jin techniques, blasting overt force out from various angles and emphasizing the use of raw power to overcome finesse.

Su Han read through them once and closed the booklet.

He assumed his stance.

He executed the techniques several times back and forth.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Ming Jin exploded with sharp reports, shaking the air.

With over 300 points of comprehension, he needed only one practice run to master the techniques completely.

He turned to the second page.

The An Jin techniques: "Cloud-Piercing Form" and "Cloud-Probing Form."

He read them once and practiced them once.

The techniques' killing moves were concealed in the dark.

Their force penetrated the body without a sound, but was even more powerful.

He soon mastered them completely.

Last were the Hua Jin techniques, "Transforming Rain Form" and "Rain-Breaking Form."

With Hua Jin techniques, force spread across an area like rain.

They were suited to group battles: with one move, the force dispersed and enveloped several targets.

This move was more complicated; he needed to study it three times.

But after three readings, he mastered it completely all the same.

Su Han stopped after practicing the sixth technique.

The remaining techniques required the support of Baodan and True Gang force, so he couldn't practice them yet.

But he had already committed all nine techniques' diagrams and formulas to memory.

If Lu Xunxiang and Lu Yu had been there, their jaws would probably have dropped again.

An ordinary person needed months or even years to practice a single technique, but in Su Han's hands, it took only a few minutes to master one completely.

Meanwhile.

Outside the residential complex.

More than a dozen patrol vehicles silently surrounded Jiayuan Residential Complex, sealing it so tightly that not even water could flow through.

The doors opened, and dozens of patrol officers filed out, carrying specially made electric guns.

These guns could release a high-voltage current in an instant and were exceptionally effective against secret martial artists.

With enough officers, they could even deal with secret martial artists below Baodan.

A middle-aged man stood beside the command vehicle, holding a walkie-talkie.

His name was Wang Hai, the person in charge of the Luofu District Security Patrol Headquarters. He was in his forties, with a square face and a deeply furrowed brow.

Su Han's actions had been discovered the previous night.

Chief Zhang Qu had been killed, along with several patrol officers and a neighbor.

The higher-ups had ordered his capture as soon as possible, dead or alive.

Wang Hai had drawn up a plan early that morning, tracked down Su Han's whereabouts, mobilized the elites from three nearby patrol stations, and analyzed Su Han's combat power.

Judging by the surveillance footage, he was at Ming Jin at most.

Dozens of stun guns would be enough.

"Move," he said.

Dozens of patrol officers quickly poured into the complex and moved to surround Building 3.

Their footsteps were light, but their killing intent was heavy.

Su Han was familiarizing himself with the diagrams for the later techniques. Though he lacked sufficient force, he could memorize the moves first.

Immediately afterward, he heard footsteps.

The footsteps of many people.

They were light but close together, like raindrops pounding the ground.

He walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked down.

The area below was packed with patrol vehicles, and dozens of black-clad patrol officers had blocked the building entrance.

Su Han's expression didn't change.

He had expected this long ago.

From the moment he killed someone on Tai'an Road, the security patrol system would never let him go.

Besides, the entire system was already corrupt, rotten from top to bottom, reduced to a tool of those at the top.

A knock sounded at the door.

It was loud and urgent.

"Su Han, open the door! Security patrol business."

The voice was loud and carried an unquestionable tone of command.

Su Han didn't move.

"Break it down!" someone outside shouted.

Bang!

The door was rammed open, its lock flying apart.

Seven or eight patrol officers rushed in, holding their stun guns up and aiming them at Su Han.

"Don't move."

"Put your hands up."

Su Han looked at them.

They wore bulletproof vests and tactical helmets, fully armed, their eyes wary and fierce.

But Su Han wasn't about to sit and wait for death.

The next instant.

He moved.

The first patrol officer saw a blur and felt a pain in his chest.

Crack!

Bone shattered.

He flew backward, knocking down three people behind him.

The four rolled into a heap, their stun guns clattering to the floor.

The other patrol officers reacted and fired their stun guns at once.

Bzzzt-bzzzt-

Blue arcs of electricity aimed at Su Han, displaying their terrifying power in the air.

But Su Han was no longer where he had stood.

He appeared in front of the second patrol officer and chopped down with the edge of his hand, striking the side of his neck.

Crack!

His neck bone shattered.

The man's eyes rolled back, and he crumpled to the floor.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Su Han darted through the crowd like a shadow.

Every punch and kick carried Hua Jin.

Ming Jin struck the outside, An Jin struck the inside, and Hua Jin covered the entire body.

These patrol officers wore bulletproof vests, but their vests couldn't stop force.

One punch left the outside unharmed, but shattered everything within.

Screams.

The sound of breaking bones.

The sound of bodies hitting the floor.

Ten seconds.

The ten or so patrol officers who had rushed in were all down.

Su Han walked out the door.

There were more than twenty others in the hallway. When they saw Su Han emerge, they raised their stun guns in unison.

"Fire!"

Dozens of blue arcs shot toward him like a net.

Su Han pushed off and shot forward like an arrow.

Bang!

He crashed into the crowd like a tiger among sheep.

Electric currents struck the walls, the hallway, and their fallen comrades.

But they couldn't hit Su Han.

He was too fast.

With over 300 points of physique, he was three hundred times faster than an ordinary person.

With Hua Jin bolstering him, he moved like a ghost, leaving afterimages across the narrow hallway.

Another patrol officer charged at him.

Su Han sidestepped, seized his wrist, and twisted.

Crack!

His arm broke, the stark white bone piercing through his skin.

The stun gun fell to the floor.

Su Han kicked him in the abdomen, sending him flying into a group of officers and knocking them down.

More people were still rushing up from downstairs.

But no matter how many there were, they couldn't stop Su Han.

With an invincible bearing, Su Han took down those patrol officers in mere minutes.

By the time he reached the first floor, the scene behind him resembled a slaughterhouse, with blood flowing and mangled corpses strewn everywhere.

The only one still alive.

Was Wang Hai downstairs.

His face was filled with terror.

He trembled all over as he watched Su Han slowly emerge from among the corpses, with the gruesome scene behind him.