"If you want to put your son down, fine."

Gu Jianlin clenched his right fist and said coldly, "You hang up there in his place."

Purely a contest of strength, a Third-tier Fate Master against a Fourth-Order Mad King, yet he was unexpectedly gaining the upper hand!

"Such audacity, to dare strike against a superior officer in public!"

Wang Taisheng roared, his thought energy surging outward as if it had solid form. He was a Third-tier Heavenly Master.

Only Nie, the Deacon, retained some semblance of rationality. He understood all too well how ferocious this young man was and retreated step by step.

They were all administrative officials, their talents perhaps not too lacking but hampered by bureaucratic duties over time.

Against a monster capable of challenging ranks above him, they had no chance of victory.

With a loud boom.

A cluster of pale ghost fire ignited out of nowhere, and four burning golden ghostly hands roared as they extended from the void. Innumerable dark particles quivered and danced wildly in their palms, coalescing into a black, invisible domain.

"I've long been sick of you."

Gu Jianlin turned his head, his gaze chilling. "Do I need your permission to leave Black Cloud City?"

Wang Taisheng only saw a flash of pitch-black light dart past his eyes.

Boom!

His thought domain exploded with a deafening roar, sending him flying backward and off the rooftop!

Crash!

Another earth-shaking explosion followed!

Nie, the Deacon, cursed inwardly. No matter how much he tried to stay out of it, he was still dragged into this mess!

As the darkness shattered, Nie made a quick decision in a moment of desperation and leapt off the building!

Director Li's brow twitched uncontrollably, and only one thought echoed in his mind.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

"Your son left twelve bruises on that little girl. I don't bully kids, so I came to you."

Gu Jianlin said coldly, "A son's debt is paid by the father."

The four burning ghostly hands roared as they circled furiously behind him, the pitch-black light converging sharply!

"All unrelated personnel, evacuate immediately!"

Ji Han and Ji Ye dared not intervene, nor did they have any intention of stopping him.

Because Ji Xiaoyu was charging towards them, hoisting two rocket launchers, with the barrels aimed directly at them.

The two Fifth-Order Realm Kings had no desire to wade into this stinking mess. Moreover, things had escalated to this point, and they certainly had no obligation to risk themselves. Even if they stood by, no one could hold them accountable.

Dawn and the Poison Master, slung over their shoulders, leapt off the rooftop together!

Boom!

Instructor Zhu stood below, staring at the intense explosion on the rooftop above, fuming like a boiled lobster.

"Why are you all just standing there staring?!"

He turned and roared angrily, "Go up there and apprehend the troublemaker!"

The nano warriors exchanged glances, their eyes flickering, and quickly replied, "Oh no, sir! Today, a traitor poisoned us in the cafeteria, and now we're all suffering stomachaches! We need to hit the restroom first!"

With a thunderous rumble, the nano warriors scattered in all directions.

What a joke.

The troublemaker was risking his life to lure away that monster, ensuring their survival.

And now they were supposed to capture that hero and protect that pack of power-hungry, good-for-nothing elites?

Ridiculous!

Instructor Zhu was livid and prepared to charge up there personally to apprehend someone.

Just then, a chubby young man vomited blood and collapsed right in front of him.

"Reporting, sir!"

Cheng Youyu convulsed violently, foaming at the mouth, "There's a traitor... who poisoned me!"

With a thud, Zhang Cheng also fell beside him, clutching his leg desperately, "Save... save me!"

Instructor Zhu's vision darkened, and before him, a schoolgirl in a sailor uniform stood dazed.

"What are you staring at?!"

He roared, "Go save them!"

Nie Xiangsi had never encountered such a terrifying officer before and was almost moved to tears in fright, helpless and fumbling!

"Useless. You're all useless!"

Instructor Zhu's blood pressure was about to hit 300 as he shouted furiously, "Where's the medical team?!"

Wang Taisheng and Nie, the Deacon, had already been blasted down, and the medical team promptly swarmed them.

Crash!

The relentless sounds of combat on the rooftop were unending!

The void rippled as if the battle was shaking its very fabric!

Bang!

A deafening crash sounded as a figure plummeted from the sky, smashing heavily into the ground!

Everyone turned to look at the figure, stunned and speechless.

Director Li!

—A Fourth-Order Mad King against a Third-tier Fate Master.

The winner was... the latter!

Everyone was shocked beyond belief.

Director Li crashed to the ground like a cannonball, leaving a massive crater, with cracks spreading out like a spiderweb.

Boom!

Gu Jianlin descended from above, smashing through the ground, landing with his legs on either side of Director Li's waist.

The ancient Soul Comforting Bell hovered above his head, vibrating suddenly!

Everyone felt dizzy, their minds briefly dazed!

Director Li spat out blood, utterly miserable.

He folded his hands defensively, trying to summon Qi Force in a panic!

In that instant, Gu Jianlin's hands shot out like lightning, tightly locking his wrists, forcing them apart!

The four burning ghost hands howled violently, smashing down with a single punch!

Boom!

Director Li's forehead caved in, blood spurting everywhere.

Then came the second punch!

Boom!

Director Li screamed in agony, his left arm snapped with the sound of shattering bones, horrifying to hear!

Then the third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch!

The heavy sounds of punches, like hammers striking, resonated like rolling thunder.

Each punch sent tremors through the ground.

Director Li's body was beaten to a bloody pulp, his limbs' bones utterly shattered, his screams like a slaughtered pig.

Instructor Zhu and the surrounding onlookers finally snapped out of their daze.

At first, they tried analyzing the extent of the injuries, but eventually, they gave up entirely.

Inside a single-apartment building, Uncle Mu stood anxiously, sweating buckets.