At this moment, Zhang Feng's feet constantly skimmed over one bird after another.
"Tap tap," came two soft sounds.
Zhang Feng was once again standing on solid ground.
"This distance of dozens of miles used to be covered in an instant, but now it actually takes at least three minutes?"
"Slow, so incredibly slow. It seems I still need to hurry up and find a way to obtain Spiritual Qi!"
Are you listening to yourself?
Dozens of miles, and you made it in three minutes, you son of a bitch.
And you still think it's slow?
If Officer Hu and the others heard this, they might just smash all the official vehicles at the precinct on the spot!
"Stop! Stand still, put your hands up!"
A loud, powerful roar suddenly echoed from a distant village.
Zhang Feng raised his head instantly:
"Has it already started?"
In the courtyard of a three-part compound.
The door was kicked open.
Officer Hu, holding a pistol, boldly charged in first.
"Ah—!"
A shabbily dressed woman let out a sharp, ear-piercing shriek on the spot.
And a scarcely clad man was unexpectedly agile.
With a roll, he leaped out of the window at the head of the kang.
"Freeze!"
Officer Hu didn't say another word, jumping onto the bed and leaping out the window.
Before giving chase, he didn't forget to shout:
"Control the woman first."
Then he pursued the naked figure that gleamed slightly in the dark.
"Stop, or I'll shoot!"
The response Officer Hu got was:
"Go to hell!"
This suspect was evidently very familiar with the village.
Suddenly, he turned and disappeared down an alley.
Officer Hu, of course, followed closely behind.
But just as he jumped down.
A swoosh of air sounded beside him.
With a thud.
Officer Hu instantly let out a wretched scream: "Ah!"
With a clatter.
The pistol fell directly to the ground.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh," came the rustling of clothes as seven or eight shabbily dressed men emerged from the deep alley.
Yet, despite their appearance, a fierce expression hung on each of their faces, and every one of them wielded a sharp weapon like an axe or a sickle.
The one leading them was precisely the suspect Officer Hu had been pursuing.
Faced with such a scene, even a seasoned detective like Officer Hu became somewhat tense.
Yet he still shouted with authority:
"I am a police officer! Nobody move! Drop what you're holding!!!"
However, the seven or eight individuals seemed like they didn't hear Officer Hu at all, each staring fiercely at him, ready to pounce.
Officer Hu's eyelid twitched, and he shouted again:
"What's this? Do you really want to assault a police officer? Do you know the consequences of assaulting a police officer?"
"Hahahaha!" the stark naked suspect laughed wildly:
"We dare to kill people, why would we care about assaulting a cop? Either way, if we're caught, it's death, killing you is still death! Do you think we'd let you go?!"
After the vicious voice subsided, he shouted:
"Get him! Kill that cop!!"
"Ah!!!"
The group immediately roared, brandishing their weapons and charging forward.
Facing them, all wielding weapons.
Officer Hu had long since prepared to lay down his life, but even if he died, he had to leave them behind!
With a swoosh, he drew the baton from his waist.
He hit one person on the spot.
But there were just too many of them.
In the chaos, Officer Hu was kicked to the ground.
An axe, rusty and seemingly stained with blood, was poised to cleave Officer Hu's forehead.
"It's over!"
This was the only thought in Officer Hu's mind: "I won't see my daughter get married..."
But just when Officer Hu could already feel the axe's bloody aura.
In Officer Hu's eyes, from the sky above the eaves.
A prince on a white horse riding on a cloud of seven colors, descended gracefully.
With a thud.
The white horse prince landed on the head of the ax-wielding thug.
"Ah!" a miserable cry.
The man stumbled and crashed into a corner of the wall nearby, foaming at the mouth, falling unconscious on the spot.
In that instant.
A whiteness discernible only by Zhang Feng entered Zhang Feng's Dantian.
Zhang Feng's eyes lit up happily:
"Is that Spiritual Qi?!"
As expected, solving a murder wouldn't be the only way to gain Spiritual Qi.
Even helping to save someone who shouldn't get hurt can also yield Spiritual Qi!
Now Zhang Feng thoroughly believed that this trip was truly worth it!
Thankfully, his eyelid was strong. If it hadn't twitched, Officer Hu getting stuck here would be minor, but Zhang Feng missing out on absorbing Spiritual Qi would be significant!
At this moment, Officer Hu lying on the ground looked at the towering and steadfast figure standing before him.
He blushed slightly....
Damn it, you stupid Officer Hu, a man over fifty, blushing just because of another man's back, what are you, a boiling teapot!
At this moment, are you even thinking of saying: "The white horse prince came to save me?"
And at this moment, the "white horse prince" turned around.
He even extended a strong, firm hand to him slowly:
"Officer Hu, are you okay?"
Upon hearing this voice, Officer Hu finally snapped out of it:
"Zhang Feng? Why are you here?"
But his pupils instantly constricted, and he shouted in a low voice:
"Watch out!!!"
Behind Zhang Feng, a rusty sickle swung fiercely toward Zhang Feng's neck.
Looking at Zhang Feng again, one hand holding Officer Hu, the other calmly raised.
Using only his seemingly weak palm, he met the sharp sickle.
"No!"
Officer Hu watched, his heart pounding!
If this cut went through, Zhang Feng's palm would absolutely be sliced by half!
Zhang Feng was a forensic expert, a doctor's most important asset is their hands.
How could this be allowed?!
Officer Hu would rather die than let the person who saved him get hurt!
With a clang, a crisp sound echoed.
Making Officer Hu's guilt vanish without a trace.
Instead, he was utterly dumbfounded.
"Damn... the sickle met the palm, and the palm wasn't even cut, but how did it make a 'clang' sound?"
"And..... did I just see sparks?"
With thumping steps, the thug holding the sickle was thrown back by the recoil.
The thug was shocked, blurting out instinctively:
"Impossible!"
Yes, who can block a sickle with their palm, isn't this a joke?
Are you Iron Man!!
But what shocked him the most was the sickle in his hand, the edge bent and warped!
Unbeknownst to him, Zhang Feng was inwardly musing:
"Suppressing the Golden Light Spell really weakened its power, it didn't even send him flying?"
Looking around at the thugs and the dumbfounded Officer Hu, Zhang Feng smirked slightly:
"It's best to finish this quickly. Being passive isn't an option, there's not enough Spiritual Qi, the longer it drags on, the more likely I'll be exposed!"
Moving forward, Zhang Feng stood up straight, arms folded, and looked at the remaining thugs with immense disdain, his voice low:
"I'll give you two choices, the first one is to drop your weapons and surrender!"
"The second one, is for me, the forensic expert, to beat you into surrender!"
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