Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

Just then, the piercing sound of police sirens came from the street corner.

Two police patrol cars were parked on the side of the road. The doors opened and five or six uniformed police officers jumped out.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a body camera hanging from his waist.

He strode up to Chen Yibin, bowed respectfully, and asked, "Young Master Chen, are you alright?"

Seeing this, Chen Yibin felt more confident.

He straightened his collar and gestured with his chin towards Chu Xining: "They were beating someone in the street. Arrest them all!"

The sheriff straightened up and waved to the guards behind him: "Arrest them all!"

"On what grounds?" Chu Xining pointed at Chen Yibin and the guys lying on the ground: "They clearly started it!"

"We'll discuss the specifics when we get back to the station," the sheriff said coldly.

Chu Xining turned her head and gave Lin Ran a wronged look, her voice tinged with accusation: "They bullied me."

"Alright, leave the rest to me." Lin Ran pulled Chu Xining behind him and walked up to the sheriff.

"This young master Chen gathered a group of people and beat up a girl in the street. We were just acting in self-defense."

His tone was calm and unhurried, but his eyes revealed a cold and stern look.

"Why are you arresting the person who struck first, but instead arresting the person who acted in self-defense? Is this public security regulation specifically designed for a certain group of people?"

"Whatever the situation, come back to the station with us first." The sheriff met Lin Ran's gaze with a firm attitude.

Lin Ran shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid that won't work."

"You want to openly defy law enforcement?" The sheriff instinctively placed his hand on his holster.

Seeing this, Lin Ran sneered, "Hmph! I was in a pretty good mood. Being provoked is just something to watch and have fun with."

At this point, he changed the subject: "But... you've ruined my mood."

Chen Yibin's provocation of others is merely his personal problem; he can be dealt with by simply giving him a beating.

But when a sheriff arrests people indiscriminately, it's not a problem that can be solved by simply giving them a beating.

"What nonsense are you spouting? If you don't surrender now, I'll have no choice but to resort to force."

The sheriff drew his service pistol and aimed it at Lin Ran's chest.

"Forced measures? With your skills?" Lin Ran's lips curled into a sneer.

His aura surged, and the sheriff felt as if an invisible hand had suddenly pushed him in the chest, causing him to stumble back several steps.

Deng Deng Deng!

He managed to steady himself, raised his head, and his professional indifference was replaced by surprise and doubt.

"You're actually a martial artist at the Innate Realm!"

"Yes!" Chen Yibin took a step back. "And the woman next to him is also a Xiantian Realm martial artist!"

A fine layer of cold sweat beaded on the sheriff's forehead, and his hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

"No matter who you are, assaulting someone in the street is illegal, and you must come with us to the police station."

He said that, but in his heart he had already cursed Chen Yibin a thousand times.

Innate martial artists possess protective qi, making them immune to ordinary firearms.

He'd be better off holding a kitchen knife than a gun.

Lin Ran took a step forward: "It seems I have to teach you how to do things!"

"What are you doing?" The sheriff took another step back, his finger on the trigger. "Surrender now, or face the consequences!"

"Hmph!" Lin Ran raised his hand and waved.

An invisible burst of energy shot out from his palm, sending the sheriff flying, gun and all.

The pistol slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, sliding several meters away.

He flipped over in the air, his back hit a lamppost, and he slid down the lamppost, struggling on the ground for a while before he could barely prop himself up.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood splattered onto the stone pavement, gleaming a dark red under the streetlights.

"How dare you? What do you think this place is?" The sheriff clutched his chest, his voice hoarse, blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

"Oh?" Lin Ran said calmly, "Then tell me, where is this place?"

The sheriff scrambled to his feet, his voice stern: "This is Kyoto! You've openly defied the law; you will pay the price!"

"Ridiculous!" Lin Ran released his aura again, and the sheriff who had just gotten up fell back to the ground.

"You'd better be reasonable while I still want to reason with you. Once I lose patience, you'll know what true regret is."

After saying that, he turned to Chen Yibin and said, "Apologize to me right now!"

Chen Yibin's face turned pale and then red: "You hit me, and you expect me to apologize to you?"

He glanced at the sheriff still struggling under the lamppost, then at Lin Ran's calm face, his chest heaving violently.

"I hit you because you deserved it, and making you apologize is giving you a chance." Lin Ran narrowed his eyes slightly. "My patience is limited. If you refuse to apologize, I might just take action!"

Chen Yibin subconsciously took a step back.

He glanced at the people lying on the ground, then at the aggressive Lin Ran, and finally, unable to withstand the pressure, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Lin Ran pressed further, "What did you do wrong?"

"You..." Chen Yibin clenched his fist: "I shouldn't have disturbed your shopping."

"No, no, no!" Lin Ran shook his head: "Your fundamental problem is not that you disturbed my shopping, but that you used your power to bully me."

He walked up to Chen Yibin, looking down at him condescendingly: "Perhaps you've gotten used to being arrogant in this area, thinking that you can do whatever you want just because you have some power."

"But you have to understand, not everyone will indulge you. Today I'm being generous, but next time I encounter a stingy person, you might just die."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yibin's pupils contracted slightly.

He could sense that Lin Ran truly didn't care about the power behind him.

That kind of contempt was slightly different from his contempt for ordinary people; it was like a god looking down on ants.

Yes, that's exactly the feeling!

He came to his senses, his posture becoming even more humble: "I know I was wrong! I will never dare to bully others with my power again!"

"Hmph, take your men and get out of here!"

Lin Ran waved his hand, and Chen Yibin, as if granted a pardon, said, "I'll get out now, I'll get out now."

He waved to his companions who were still struggling on the ground, and the group helped each other to their feet and limped toward the street corner.

The tall man at the Inner Breath Realm walked at the very back, glanced back at Chu Xining, then quickly turned away and hurried off, disappearing around the street corner.

Lin Ran turned to the sheriff still leaning against the lamppost, his tone flat: "Now, are you still going to take me to the police station for questioning?"

The sheriff clutched his chest, his gaze lingering on Lin Ran's face for a long time, his eyes flashing with anger and resentment, which he ultimately suppressed.

He raised his hand and waved to his colleagues behind him: "Let's go."

Several sheriffs put away their weapons and ducked into their patrol cars.

The sound of the car door closing was particularly clear on the now quiet food street. The engine started, and the two patrol cars drove away from the street corner one after the other.

After this incident, Lin Ran finally realized that this world was no longer the same as before.

As long as your fist is strong enough, no rules or laws will give way to you.

Lin Ran turned around and patted non-existent dust off his hands: "Let's go back to the training center."

Chu Xining leaned in and took his arm, tilting her head back: "Brother Lin Ran is so handsome!"

"Basic stuff, nothing fancy." Lin Ran put his hands back in his pockets, feigning arrogance.

Zhao Yanran handed a skewer of lamb to Lin Ran: "We haven't eaten the skewers yet."

I was so focused on dealing with those guys that I completely forgot about the barbecue.

Lin Ran took it and took a bite.

The lamb was no longer hot, and the taste was much worse than when it was fresh out of the oven.

He looked helpless: "It's getting a bit cold."

"Should we throw it away?" Zhao Yanran reached out to take the bamboo skewer back.

"We can't waste food." Lin Ran said seriously, "I'll take it back for Qin Wuyai to eat."

Bai Ruolin glanced at him sideways: "You're actually a pretty nice person!"

"Absolutely!" Lin Ran wholeheartedly agreed.