At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

Almost at the same time the drunkard spoke, Yang Yongchao sprang out from his hiding place like a cheetah, not retreating, but rushing straight at the nearest man in the black suit!

We must strike first and never let them warn us or block our way!

The man in the black suit was clearly well-trained. Despite his surprise, he remained calm, let out a low growl, and delivered a powerful front kick to Yang Yongchao's chest—a standard military combat starting stance—to block his attack route.

A military background? That's a pretty legitimate path!

Yang Yongchao neither dodged nor avoided the attack. Just as the opponent's leg was about to reach him, he suddenly leaned his upper body back, narrowly avoiding the leg's force. At the same time, his left arm shot out like a nimble snake!

Instead of blocking, he slid down the opponent's shinbone, hooking his five fingers into his ankle. Using the opponent's forward momentum, he pulled him sharply to his side, then his right hand, in a palm strike, flashed towards the back of the opponent's knee!

"Snap!" A teeth-grinding soft sound, accompanied by a muffled groan from the man in the black suit, caused him to kneel on one knee and instantly lose his balance.

Without pausing, Yang Yongchao delivered a clean and swift chop to the side of his neck. The man in the black suit collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

The whole process took less than three seconds!

Another man in a black suit had just pulled out a baton and rushed forward. Upon seeing this, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, but he didn't stop. The baton swept across Yang Yongchao's temple with a whooshing sound.

Yang Yongchao ducked to dodge, stepped forward to close the distance, and grabbed the opponent's wrist holding the stick with both hands like iron clamps. He twisted his body in the process, executing a standard grappling and joint lock technique!

"Ah—!" The man in the black suit screamed in pain as the baton slipped from his hand.

Yang Yongchao thrust his knee upwards, striking the man squarely in the stomach. In the instant the man in the black suit doubled over in pain, Yang Yongchao slammed his elbow down hard on the back of the neck.

The second man in the black suit also collapsed.

From the moment he started yelling to the moment he finished off the two men, it only took seven or eight seconds.

Yang Yongchao's breathing was slightly disordered, and sweat was on his forehead. It wasn't because he was tired, but because his adrenaline was surging and his old injuries were aggravated.

He glanced at the two unconscious men on the ground, then turned to leave.

The door to the private room opened.

Lu Jiahao stood at the door with a gloomy face, his cold eyes sweeping over his men on the ground before finally landing on Yang Yongchao, filled with undisguised murderous intent.

Standing next to him was a middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt, with dark skin and sharp, hawk-like eyes; he must be Li Yilong, the one who had overheard the conversation earlier.

"Officer Yang, oh, is it disrespectful of me not to call you Captain Yang?"

Lu Jiahao's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Not bad. Breaking into my private property in the middle of the night and assaulting my men, what do you think you're doing? Zhang Guowei is dead, you've taken over, and now you dare to act wildly here?"

Yang Yongchao steadied his breathing, his gaze meeting Lu Jiahao's without flinching:

"Lu Jiahao, you know why I came. Some things are beyond the reach of justice."

"Skynet?" Lu Jiahao scoffed, about to wave for help.

"Wait, Brother Hao," Li Yilong suddenly spoke, his voice thick with a accent.

He took two steps forward and looked at Yang Yongchao with great interest.

"This officer is quite skilled, his methods are legitimate, he's a professionally trained officer. I haven't stretched my muscles in ages, how about... I give him a go?"

Lu Jiahao frowned: "Brother Long, there's no need to complicate things. Let's just handle it cleanly..."

"Hey, just having some fun." Li Yilong waved his hand, his smile unchanged, but his eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light.

"Consider it a little bonus for our cooperation. I also want to see what kind of police officers from the mainland are capable of."

Yang Yongchao knew there was no way to resolve this peacefully; the other side outnumbered him, and the chances of forcing his way out were slim.

This Li Yilong gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, far more so than the two men in black suits on the ground.

However, this is also an opportunity. Capturing this seemingly important "Brother Long" might create a chance to escape.

Without wasting words, he slightly assumed a fighting stance, his muscles tensed, and his attention highly focused.

Li Yilong smiled and began to move his neck and joints, making slight "crack" sounds. He took off his floral shirt, revealing his well-built upper body. His muscles weren't exaggerated, but they exuded explosive power, especially his legs, which were exceptionally thick.

"Watch out, officer."

Before Li Yilong finished speaking, his figure blurred, and he had already approached Yang Yongchao at an astonishing speed!

A low sweeping kick, like a steel whip, swept silently yet with unparalleled ferocity toward Yang Yongchao's shinbone!

This is a Muay Thai expert! Yang Yongchao instantly judged the situation and dared not take the hit head-on. He stepped back and simultaneously raised his knee to block.

"Bang!" The shinbone collided with the opponent's shinbone, making a dull sound. Yang Yongchao felt a tremendous force, his right leg, which was used to block, went numb and tingled, and his body swayed slightly.

Such hard bones! Such heavy legs!

Li Yilong pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of low sweeps, attacking from both sides with relentless, tricky angles, specifically targeting the lower body.

Yang Yongchao retreated and blocked repeatedly. Each collision made his bones vibrate. The hidden injuries and frostbite he had suffered when he was buried in the garbage dump began to ache under the intense exercise, especially in his waist, abdomen and back.

We can't let him lead us by the nose! We must get close and use grappling and locking techniques!

He won first place in the grappling competition back in police academy! He's got that much confidence!

Seizing the moment when Li Yilong's high sweeping kick missed, Yang Yongchao suddenly stepped into the center line, parried the opponent's retracting leg with his left hand, and swiftly reached out with his right hand to strike Li Yilong's throat! At the same time, he tripped Li Yilong's supporting leg with his foot.

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Yilong's eyes, as if he hadn't expected his opponent to be able to launch such a decisive counterattack while on the defensive.

He suddenly exerted force with his waist and abdomen, twisting his body in mid-air to avoid the throat. At the same time, his left leg, which had been blocked, bent at the knee and delivered a fierce knee strike to Yang Yongchao's chest and abdomen!

Yang Yongchao changed his move extremely quickly, transforming his grab into a palm strike and pressing down on his opponent's knee. However, Li Yilong's knee strike was too powerful; it only slightly deflected but still grazed Yang Yongchao's ribs. A burning pain shot through him, and Yang Yongchao groaned, his movements momentarily halting.

In that moment of hesitation, Li Yilong's combined attack came down like a storm!

He mastered the art of Muay Thai with his fists, elbows, knees, and legs, displaying a powerful, domineering, and continuous style.

Yang Yongchao's grappling techniques were somewhat hampered by the opponent's relentless attacks and overwhelming power and speed, leaving him only able to rely on experience and instinct to parry and dodge.

"Bang!" A heavy frontal kick landed on Yang Yongchao's crossed arms as he tried to block, the force causing him to stagger backward and crash into the wall of the fire escape, a sweet taste rising in his throat.

The pain in the old injury became increasingly clear, his movements began to become distorted, and his breathing became heavy.

Li Yilong's offensive became increasingly fierce, like a tireless machine.

"Not bad, you've lasted this long against me, you're better than many so-called boxing champions." Li Yilong still had time to speak, the playfulness in his eyes turning into a cat-and-mouse teasing. "Unfortunately, you're injured, so you're slower."

Before he finished speaking, he feinted a straight punch to deflect Yang Yongchao's defense, and then unleashed his real killing move—a lightning-fast spinning back kick that cleaved towards Yang Yongchao's head like a battle axe!