When in Trouble, Turn to the Police

Meanwhile, Xiahou Chi had just savored an exquisite dinner.

Chicken soup, succulent pork trotters in sauce, steamed river prawns, cornbread, tender steamed mutton, and mouthwatering braised pork adorned the table.

Additionally, a pristine bottle of liquid, which was remarkably pure medicinal supplements, is believed to enhance one's vitality substantially.

At this moment, the voice of Uncle Dog resonated from outside. "Young Master, there's an update."

Upon hearing this, a cold smirk formed on Xiahou Chi's face. He uttered sternly, "I'll ensure this guy learns the cost of crossing me."

Uncle Dog stepped into the room immediately, bowing his head and maintaining silence.

The initial smile on Xiahou Chi's face gradually faded, replacing it with a gloomy expression. He inquired icily, "Did you fail?"

"Young Master, I dispatched an E-rank martial artist to intercept him, and he was subsequently killed."

"Worthless! Utterly worthless!" Xiahou Chi's eyes flared with anger. "If an E-rank can't handle it, send a D-rank! Send a D-rank to finish the job. What are you waiting for?!"

"Young Master, I suggest we report this matter to the Old Master."

"Have you ceased to listen to my orders? Fine, when I return from the mystical realms, I'll personally assemble a team to deal with him!"

…

On the opposite side, within the interrogation room.

Xu Zhong had not intentionally avoided involving the Red British Alliance's Nighthawks.

As the saying goes, "When in trouble, turn to the police."

He was confronting the mighty Xiahou family. At the very least, with his current capabilities, he had no intention of taking on the Xiahou family alone.

Furthermore, he possessed evidence against the Xiahou family. Why not utilize it?

If he bore any responsibility, what was the point of the Nighthawks?

"I have evidence of the Xiahou family's crimes, but I'm not entirely confident in entrusting it to you, so I can only show you the backup."

Xu Zhong handed over the video to the interrogator. Just then, Qi Mang entered the room and happened to catch sight of the video.

As the two Nighthawks viewed the video, their expressions gradually darkened.

The first video depicted the man threatening to dismember Xu Zhong and reduce him to pieces, indirectly substantiating Xu Zhong's self-defense claim.

However, the video ended before it could capture Xu Zhong's counterattack. Both Nighthawks cast curious glances at Xu Zhong.

Naturally, Xu Zhong had deleted this part himself. He didn't want them to know about his formidable sword intent, which constituted his ace in the hole, his greatest asset.

Tempering sword intent was more valuable in actual combat than sheer vitality.

Qi Mang contemplated asking further questions, but his urge instantly waned when he played the second video.

What they witnessed left them incredulous.

'What's all this?'

It appeared that certain members of the Xiahou family harbored peculiar fetishes. They had intentionally recorded these heinous acts, possibly for future amusement or admiration.

Even to the Nighthawks, these atrocities were abhorrent.

Qi Mang's facial scar appeared even more grotesque.

He slammed the table and exclaimed, "Xiahou Family is audacious! Do they truly believe the Red British Alliance won't dare to confront them?"

Zuo Xu, the Nighthawk conducting Xu Zhong's interrogation, appeared noticeably calmer. He tugged at Qi Mang's sleeve and advised, "This is a complex matter; we must tread carefully."

"Let's secure this video for now. By the way, Xu Zhong, there's one more thing. Can you tell us how you defeated that E-rank martial artist?"

"It's not convenient," Xu Zhong replied bluntly.

Zuo Xu and Qi Mang did not ask further.

"Alright, you're free to go," Zuo Xu said, nodding slightly to signal the conclusion of their question.

As Xu Zhong rose to his feet, he unexpectedly asked Zuo Xu and Qi Mang, "May I ask what repercussions the Xiahou family will face?"

"Previously, we couldn't take action against Xiahou family due to a lack of evidence," Zuo Xu replied with gravity. "But now, rest assured, I'll ensure they face the consequences."

"Count me in as well," Qi Mang added.

With the assurance of the two Nighthawks, Xu Zhong nodded in gratitude.

At that moment, Qi Mang produced a business card and offered it to Xu Zhong, saying, "Xu Zhong, if the Xiahou Family continues to threaten you, call this number. The Nighthawks don't just eliminate demons. We also care for other unsavory matters."

"Thank you," Xu Zhong replied sincerely.

…

On the other side, the Night Army.

The subordinates provided them with information about Xu Zhong.

Mo Huang and Lin Yuheng were seated at their desks, each with a steaming cup of Ceylon tea before them.

They perused the information in their hands.

"His sister, Xu Yun'er, possesses remarkable talent. She's a peak D-rank martial artist and holds a position as one of the Nighthawks within the Red British Alliance. She's also a deacon. As for Xu Zhong, his vitality increased by over 100 points in a day," Lin Yuheng read through the information, his growing astonishment evident.

Upon seeing over 100 vitality value surge in a day, Lin Yuheng's initial reaction was disbelief. His second thought was that it must be a case of cheating.

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't accept it.

After all, one's martial arts potential, as determined in the martial arts assessment, hinged on their vitality. An additional round of combat simulations was conducted during the martial arts assessment to prevent cheating.

However, certain individuals resorted to cheating in the vitality test.

They bribed the examiners, tampered with the equipment, and even hacked into the system to manipulate the data with unscrupulous tactics.

Hence, during the practical combat simulation, examinees who had cheated were made to face formidable beasts.

These fierce creatures showed no mercy.

Yet, as Lin Yuheng and Mo Huang concluded their viewing of Xu Zhong's combat footage, they fell into a shared silence.

Based on the feedback from the battle video, the young man unquestionably possessed over 100 vitality values. This couldn't be denied. Furthermore, his grasp of martial arts exhibited extraordinary talent.

In a remarkably brief period, he had attained the elementary level of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Even military experts like themselves couldn't achieve such rapid progress.

Moreover, the information also indicated that while Xu Zhong's sister, Xu Yun'er, had occasionally purchased tonics for him, it wasn't a frequent occurrence. She had her own need for supplements, and as Xu Zhong continued to find them ineffective, she progressively bought them less often.

"This implies that supplements have not substantially impacted his current strength. Instead, he is a true martial arts prodigy! Some individuals may experience spontaneous martial arts enlightenment or awaken latent talent."

At that instant, another soldier entered from outside, saluting Mo Huang and Lin Yuheng before conveying, "Xu Zhong, the one we've been discussing, killed an E-rank martial artist today."

"What?!"

Simultaneously, Mo Huang and Lin Yuheng's eyes widened in disbelief.

How could an F-rank martial artist have possibly defeated an E-rank martial artist?

The notion appeared ludicrous and unfathomable.

"Is this true?" Mo Huang clenched his fists and rose from his seat with great excitement.