Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

Kunlong snorted coldly, his tone forceful: "He hasn't even stepped into the Martial Academy's gates yet, so he's not considered a member of the Martial Academy! Besides, this involves a cult, and the situation is urgent. The Martial Academy has no right to stop him!" He glanced at Zhang Yong and the other Hyena Gang instructors, who all looked angry, his gaze carrying a hidden threat: "You should know the consequences of obstructing the Public Security Bureau from performing its duties."

Zhang Yong clenched his fists suddenly, then fell silent. He understood the weight of Kunlong's words. In the outer city, the Hyena Gang might be able to reign supreme, but in this inner city, the Public Security Bureau was the force that maintained order and enforced the rules. If the other side insisted on taking him, even with flimsy reasons, resistance would only lead to worse consequences.

A fellow instructor from the Hyena Gang lowered his voice and advised, "Old Zhang, a direct confrontation won't work. Let them take him away first. We'll immediately go to the martial arts academy and find an officer we know to mediate. As long as Wu Sheng is truly innocent, we can always find a way to get him out."

That being said, Zhang Yong's worries ran deeper. He wasn't afraid of the investigation itself, but rather of what unexpected treatment Wu Sheng would face if he fell into their hands. Torture to extract a confession, fabricated evidence… these methods were not impossible.

Looking at the tense situation before him, and then at Zhang Yong, who stood protectively in front of him despite his troubled expression, Wu Sheng felt a growing unease that turned into a chilling coldness. His worst premonition had come true, so quickly and so directly. At this moment, he had no foothold in the inner city and was almost powerless against this sudden malice.

He took a deep breath and handed his luggage to Zhang Yong: "Instructor Zhang, I'm going with them." The luggage contained the potential potion that Zhang Yong had just given him, as well as Uncle Zhao's mysterious bone jade. He didn't want it to fall into other people's hands.

"You must take your luggage with you! There might be incriminating evidence hidden inside!" a security guard shouted sternly, and was about to step forward to snatch it.

"Insolence!" Zhang Yong roared angrily, taking a step forward with his eyes wide open. "This package is mine! Do you want me to open it right now and let you check it carefully?"

He was, after all, an instructor of the Hyena Gang, with the sixth level of Body Tempering. If they really fought, his strength would not be weaker than these people. For a moment, several security team members were intimidated by his aura and dared not step forward easily.

Captain Kunlong narrowed his eyes, scrutinized Zhang Yong for a moment, seemingly weighing his options. He ultimately waved his hand, stopping his men: "Alright. Take the men back first."

Two security guards immediately stepped forward, grabbed Wu Sheng from both sides, and pushed him toward a vehicle parked by the roadside that bore the markings of the Public Security Bureau.

Zhang Yong watched helplessly as Wu Sheng was forced into the car, the door slammed shut, and the car sped away. He stood there, his face so dark it was almost dripping with rage, his chest heaving violently, clearly furious.

Wu Sheng was a promising talent he had identified, someone he had personally brought from the outer city. Now, before even entering the martial arts academy, he was forcibly taken away in broad daylight by the Public Security Bureau on trumped-up charges. This wasn't just targeting Wu Sheng; it was an insult to Zhang Yong himself!

"Let's go! Get into the Martial Arts Academy immediately!" Zhang Yong squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, turned around and strode towards the gate of the Martial Arts Academy, his steps heavy and urgent.

The hyena gang instructors who accompanied him also looked grim. They might not have a deep personal relationship with Wu Sheng, but as fellow members of the hyena gang, the insults from the police chief earlier—calling him a "servant" and "nothing"—felt like slaps to their faces.

"Damn it, do they really think our Hyena Gang is made of clay?"

"Once they're inside the inner city, they forget their roots. Which of these bastards didn't climb up from the outer city?"

"Find someone from the Martial Arts Academy! This matter can't be left like this!"

No one is more noble than another if they don't become a martial artist.

If those people's parents weren't in the inner city, then unless they were martial artists, their families must still be in the outer city.

The Hyena Gang may not be as strong as the Public Security Bureau, but if you really piss them off, those people won't have an easy time either!

……

"Name!"

"Mr. Wu."

"age."

"fifteen."

The interrogation room was brightly lit. Wu Sheng was handcuffed to a cold metal chair, opposite two security guards in dark uniforms. One of them, with slanted eyes, looked him up and down with the same scrutinizing gaze one would give to trash.

"Tell me, how did you get involved with the cult?" The team member leaned back, his toes almost touching the table, his posture arrogant and his tone filled with undisguised contempt, as if the boy in front of him was already a fish on a chopping board.

Wu Sheng raised his eyes, his gaze calm: "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Snapped!"

Another security guard slammed his hand on the metal table, the loud thud echoing in the cramped space. He abruptly stood up, leaning forward so his face was almost touching Wu Sheng's. "Kid! Don't fucking play dumb with me! Confess honestly, and you might get some leniency! If you keep denying it..."

He grinned maliciously, his voice low but filled with a venomous threat: "You'll be sorry! Not just you, but your family too, we'll have plenty of ways to deal with them!"

The word "family" caused Wu Sheng's brows to furrow deeply. A mixture of anger and helplessness welled up uncontrollably.

Without a foundation, without anyone to rely on, and with his own strength far from being able to disregard the rules... under the strict walls of this inner city, he had so easily become a plaything to be manipulated at will by others.

This time, if Instructor Zhang Yong can get help from the martial arts academy in time, there might still be a chance. But if not…

Outside the interrogation room, behind a one-way glass window.

Kunlong crossed his arms and watched everything unfolding inside with amusement, a playful smile playing on his lips.

Why would Xu Wenbo be willing to pay such a high price to deal with a mere outsider who had just entered the inner city and had no background? He couldn't be bothered to investigate. To him, it was nothing more than a simple favor, a highly profitable deal.

Offend someone? Can a newcomer from the outer city who hasn't even entered the martial arts academy be considered a person? Every year, young people like this come from the outer city; does he have to treat them like royalty?

He himself had graduated from a martial arts academy and knew all too well how difficult it was to become a martial artist. Without becoming a martial artist, one was ultimately just an ant, posing no threat to his position as deputy captain of the Public Security Bureau or the real power he wielded. This position was far superior to many insignificant government offices.

……

Meanwhile, inside the martial arts academy.

Zhang Yong and the others had already met Dan Xin, the head instructor in charge of receiving this batch of new students. He was a true martial artist; simply sitting there, he naturally exuded a commanding and imposing aura.

"Lord Danxin, that's how it is." Zhang Yongqiang suppressed his anxiety and briefly recounted what had just happened.

"Colluding with a cult?" Dansing raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused. "Such a lame excuse? Who did that kid offend?"

Zhang Yong was about to explain in detail the old grudge between Wu Sheng and Xu Wenbo, but Dan Xin casually waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm not interested in these trivial matters. Since he's on the list to be submitted to the Martial Academy, he can't be detained by the Public Security Bureau without any explanation. I'll go with you and bring him back."

……