Chapter 15: I’ll Cooperate with Your

Investigation

"Attack, all of you!" Zhang Haobai roared, face red as a tomato, waving his arms like a madman. How dare Luo Feng barge into his home and injure his bodyguards?

"Watch out—he hits like a truck," the squat bodyguard groaned, clutching his stomach as blood trickled from his lip. He couldn't even push himself up.

"Kid's a brute!" hissed Bodyguard Wang and his partner, closing in on Luo Feng. They'd seen that bone-crushing kick and weren't taking any chances. Luo Feng had already reached his father, but Hongguo snapped, "I'm fine, Xiao Feng! Behind you!"

In an instant, the two guards attacked from either side, while Haobai crept closer, planning a sneak attack. Three against one!

"Hmph." Luo Feng's peripheral vision caught the movement. He spun, using his hips to generate torque, and his arm flashed out, palm edge rigid as a blade. His forearm sliced through the air like a battleaxe.

Whoosh! The wind from his strike hit first.

"Shit!" Bodyguard Wang paled, crossing his arms to block.

Thud! The blow landed with a sickening crunch.

Wang's arms went numb, his right forearm hanging uselessly. "My arm's broken!" he gasped, staggering back.

"What?!" Haobai froze. His guards were senior gym trainees—how could Luo Feng's strike shatter a fellow trainee's arm?

"Damn!" With Wang out, only the tall, black-clad guard remained. Seeing his partners fall, he charged, roaring as he threw a punch and a kick.

Whoosh, whoosh! Luo Feng dodged easily, weaving like a shadow, then unleashed a downward chop that split the air.

"Too fast!" The guard raised his arms to block, teeth gritted. The impact was like a sledgehammer—his arms collapsed, and Luo Feng's strike drove him to his knees, the force cracking the marble beneath him.

"How…?" Haobai's voice died. All three guards were down: one vomiting, one with a broken arm, one kneeling in pain.

"Zhang Haobai!" Luo Feng's eyes burned, murderous intentrolling off him in waves.

"W-what do you want?!" Haobai staggered back, screaming, "This is my home! You broke in and assaulted my men—how dare you?!"

"You beat my father! Kicked him like trash!" Luo Feng's fists trembled, muscles coiled like steel cables, veins bulging like serpents under his skin.

"Your father? I didn't—" Haobai followed his gaze to the three workers, filthy and marked with boot prints. Realization hit like a slap. So that's why he's here.

"You think I'm scared of you? I'll—"

Thump! Luo Feng's boot slammed into Haobai's gut, dropping him face-first into the dirt, gasping for air.

"Save your warnings." Luo Feng hauled him up by the collar, Haobai's feet dangling as he choked.

"Let the master go!" a security guard barked from the gate. A dozen guards charged in, batons raised. CCTV had caught the fight, and they knew better than to provoke the villa's residents—or the man who'd taken down three elite guards.

Luo Feng sneered, dropping Haobai into the grass, his white shirt staining green with mud.

"Dad, are you okay?" Luo Feng knelt by Hongguo.

"Just bruises." Hongguo eyed the groaning guards and the seething Haobai, worried. "Xiao Feng, you went too far. Medical bills, lawsuits—this could get ugly."

"Yeah, kid, you didn't hold back," another worker muttered.

"Good riddance! They treated us like animals," the burly worker snapped.

The guards hesitated. These weren't ordinary thugs—Haobai's men were senior trainees, and this kid had taken them down like nothing. Best to let the police handle it.

Woo-woo-woo! Sirens wailed as a police car skidded to a stop. Four officers stormed in.

"Police are here." The guards stepped aside.

"Xiao Feng, trouble's coming," Hongguo whispered, pulling him aside. "I'll get a lawyer—"

"Dad, I passed the Provisional Warrior Assessment."

Hongguo's shoulders relaxed. "Really? Then the police can't hold you, right?"

Provisionals and warriors fell under the Security Bureau's jurisdiction, not regular police. But Luo Feng shook his head: "My certificate's still being processed. Legally, I'm not official yet—give it a few days."

"If they arrest me, just call the Extreme Gym. They'll vouch for me." Luo Feng shrugged. "Worst case, I stay a few days. Once my status updates, they'll have to let me go."

Hongguo nodded, tense but hopeful.

"Luo Feng!" Two officers approached, handcuffs ready. "You're under arrest for trespassing and aggravated assault. Come with us."

"I'll cooperate, officers." Luo Feng smiled calmly. "But your car's too small for all of us, don't you think?"

The officers blinked, confused.

"Don't worry, we'll take my car." Haobai smirked at the lead officer, "Uncle Liu, he attacked me and my guards. We're all witnesses."

"Bring everyone in," Officer Liu barked.

"You're dead, Luo Feng." Haobai glared, nursing his ego. "Assaulting guards? That's a felony. You'll rot in prison for this."

Luo Feng climbed into the police car, still smiling. Let them try. The gym would vouch for him, and in days, he'd be a registered Provisional Warrior. No local police station could hold a warrior-in-waiting.

The car sped off, sirens blaring, as Haobai's villa faded in the distance. Luo Feng leaned back, already planning his next move: the August combat assessment. Nothing—least of all a petty rich kid—would stop him from becoming a warrior.