Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 114 Company Tea Party
The tomb raider's heart tightened, and before he could react, a gaping maw bit down hard on his collar.

"Fuck!"

He was terrified and struggled desperately, but the thing was extremely strong and dragged him upwards.

"puff!"

Tu Xingsun was pulled off the ground and fell face-first into the mud. When he looked up, he was dumbfounded.

A large black dog was staring at him, baring its teeth and growling threateningly.

Behind the black dog stood a bespectacled, timid-looking middle-aged man, watching him.

"It runs pretty fast, but unfortunately, a dog's nose is even more sensitive."

On the other side, the woman had already tied up several tomb raiders and dialed a communicator: "Mission complete. Five were captured, and one escaped. Hmm? Uncle Meng has been caught? Okay, I'll take the men back now."

She hung up the call, glanced at the groaning men on the ground, and said indifferently, "Let's go, I'll take you to the company for tea."

The woman put away her communicator and was about to escort the tomb raiders away when she suddenly stopped, scanned her surroundings, and abruptly turned to look at the shadows of trees not far away.

"Are there any accomplices?"

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and the short stick in her hand flew out, turning into a silver light that shot towards the shadows of the trees.

Han Yun sighed softly and slowly stepped out of the shadows. The short stick stopped abruptly three inches from his face, as if it had hit an invisible wall, and then fell to the ground with a "thud".

"It's a misunderstanding, I was just passing by."

Han Yun said calmly, his gaze sweeping over the woman and the tomb raider bound on the ground.

The woman narrowed her eyes, pulled the short stick back, and stared at Han Yun warily: "In the dead of night, in the middle of nowhere, just passing by?"

Han Yun shrugged: "Just a hiking trip."

"It's a liar!"

Without a word, the woman moved with lightning speed, instantly closing in on Han Yun, her short stick aimed straight for his throat.

Han Yun scratched his head and sighed, "Troublesome!"

To be honest, Han Yun had absolutely no desire to get involved with anyone who knew everything.

Han Yun remained calm and gently blocked with his hand. With a crisp "clang," the woman felt as if her short rod had struck steel, causing her hand to go numb.

"Such a tough body, a master of external martial arts?"

She was startled, but her movements didn't stop. The short stick transformed into a flash of silver light, attacking Han Yun's vital points from all angles.

Han Yun remained standing, one hand behind his back, calmly and precisely parrying each attack. The short stick struck his fingers, producing a metallic clang.

"Huawu, for your age, it's quite good that you've cultivated to this level, and your moves are very unique."

While parrying, Han Yun commented, "There are no fancy variations; every strike goes straight for the vital points, as if it were designed specifically for combat."

"In the military, no, it's more like a public..."

The woman didn't answer. Looking at Han Yun's young face, her attacks became even more fierce. She realized that no matter how she changed her moves, her opponent could always anticipate her moves. The more anxious the woman became, the more chaotic her moves became.

Just as her moves were becoming increasingly disorganized, Han Yun suddenly flicked his finger, and an invisible force struck her wrist. The woman groaned, the short stick flew out of her hand, and she staggered back several steps.

"you--"

She was shocked and furious, and was about to attack again when she heard Old Meng's voice behind her: "Xiao Qi, stop!"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses walked briskly over, followed by a large black dog.

"Uncle Meng?"

The woman frowned: "This person's behavior is suspicious, he might be related to a tomb raiding gang!" Old Meng pushed up his glasses and shook his head: "It shouldn't be. This person doesn't smell of dirt at all, and if he wanted to hurt you, you would have been lying down already."

The woman was taken aback by his words. She bit her lip, still unwilling to give up: "But appearing in a place like this in the middle of the night..."

"This gentleman."

Old Meng stepped forward, his attitude respectful: "We are employees of Na Du Tong Company, and we have been tracking this group of tomb raiders for half a month. Please forgive us for our rudeness earlier."

Han Yun waved his hand understandingly: "It's alright. It's your duty."

Old Meng breathed a sigh of relief and tentatively asked, "May I ask your name, sir? And what brings you here so late at night?"

"My surname is Han. I've traveled far and wide and am just passing through this place." Han Yun glanced at the tomb raiders who were tied up like dumplings. "Since you're on official business, I won't bother you any longer."

After he finished speaking and turned to leave, the woman suddenly called out, "Wait!"

Han Yun turned around: "Is there anything else?"

"Please come with us to make a statement!"

Han Yun sighed. Like other relevant departments, Na Du Tong also had this procedure, but it depended on the person. Why would someone with connections need to give a statement?

Seeing Han Yun's helpless expression, the woman's tone became even more resolute: "This is a routine procedure, please cooperate."

Seeing this, Lao Meng quickly tried to smooth things over: "Xiao Qi, this Mr. Han is clearly not a member of the tomb raiding gang, so don't take it too seriously."

"no!"

The woman, referred to as Xiao Qi, stated firmly, "Rules are rules. He was present at the crime scene and possesses extraordinary abilities, so he must be registered and documented."

Han Yun sighed, his gaze suddenly becoming deep: "Are you sure you want to take me back?"

Before the words were even finished, an invisible pressure suddenly enveloped the entire area. Old Meng's expression changed drastically, and the big black dog immediately lay down on the ground, whimpering.

Xiao Qi felt a sudden tightness in her chest, as if an invisible giant hand was gripping her throat. She was horrified to discover that the Qi within her body was stagnant and completely unmovable.

"This, this is?!"

She struggled to lift her head, and the look in her eyes as she gazed at Han Yun had changed.

Old Meng broke out in a cold sweat and quickly clasped his hands in apology: "Mr. Han, please calm down. We have been rude!"

The oppressive aura came and went quickly. Han Yun suppressed his aura and said calmly, "Now, may I leave?"

Xiao Qi gasped for breath and dared not stop him any longer.

Old Meng nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course! Please go ahead, Mr. Han."

Han Yun turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.

After he walked away, Xiao Qi asked with lingering fear, "Uncle Meng, who exactly is this person? The oppressive feeling he gave me just now was really too strong. I've never seen anything like it before."

Old Meng wiped his sweat and said in a low voice, "I don't know either. Maybe it's some old monster who has the secret to eternal youth. Luckily, he didn't get really angry, otherwise we would all be dead here today."

"But are we just going to let him go like that?"

"Xiao Qi,"

Old Meng said earnestly, "The most important thing in our line of work is to assess the situation. There are some people we can't afford to mess with."

“You’re too straightforward, kid. Your dad’s got a lot of tricks up his sleeve, he’s incredibly cunning. I’ll call Da Cang later and have him teach you a lesson.”

The woman pouted, unconvinced: "My dad isn't like that at all! He's an upright and good man!"

Old Meng's lips twitched: "With your dad's rough face, if he didn't have all those scheming thoughts, would he have been able to marry such a beautiful wife as your mom?"

(End of this chapter)