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

There was a two-second silence on the phone.

Song Yishu lowered her voice slightly, tinged with caution: "You defeated that assassin at the Innate Realm?"

"Just lucky," Lin Ran said casually.

After a moment, Song Yishu spoke again: "Where are you now? I'll send someone to pick you up."

Just as Lin Ran was about to answer, he caught a glimpse of several police vehicles speeding towards them.

Without stopping, he said into the microphone, "No need, I might need to go to the police station first."

"The Public Security Bureau?" Song Yishu suddenly realized, "Okay, I'll go there now."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the police had arrived a few minutes earlier and happened to witness his fight with the innate martial artist, it wouldn't have been as simple as just going to the police station to cooperate with an investigation.

Three police cars stopped outside the factory, and the doors opened simultaneously, from which seven or eight uniformed police officers got out.

The leading sheriff had two stripes on his shoulder insignia and a serious expression.

He glanced at Lin Ran, then looked into the factory.

"Is this Mr. Lin? We received a report that you have been attacked."

"It's me." Lin Ran stopped and nodded. "The assassin is inside; he's already dead."

The leading sheriff gestured behind him, and the group quickly dispersed, surrounding the abandoned factory.

The other two people took a folding stretcher from the car and quickly walked into the factory.

A moment later, a stretcher was carried out, with a black body bag lying on it, the zipper zipped up tightly.

"We may need to trouble Mr. Lin to come with us again. It's a routine matter, and we need to take a statement."

"No problem, let's go."

After saying that, Lin Ran got into the car with a security guard.

Upon arriving at the police station, Lin Ran was taken into an interrogation room, where the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

The interrogation room of the police station was small, with light gray paint on the four walls, and the fluorescent lights emitted a faint electrical hum.

A metal table, three chairs, and a camera in the corner with a flashing red indicator light.

Lin Ran sat in the chair against the wall, idly looking at the rules and regulations on the wall.

The door opened, and two sheriffs entered.

The man in his early thirties, who was walking in front, held a notepad and a pen and sat down in the main seat.

Following behind was a young security guard in his early twenties, who placed a glass of water in front of Lin Ran.

Afterwards, he would return to the table, sit down, and open his notebook to prepare to take notes.

The sheriff in the main seat placed the record board on the table and touched it with the tip of his pen.

First, they go through the name, gender, age, and occupation, and then they get to the main topic.

"Why did you kill him?" the sheriff asked solemnly.

Lin Ran sensed something was wrong and frowned slightly: "He committed suicide; you should be able to tell."

"Did you cause his injuries?"

Lin Ran shrugged: "What I did was self-defense."

"Whether it was self-defense or not, we will naturally determine that," the sheriff said in a businesslike manner. "You only need to answer yes or no."

"Some of them are."

The sheriff paused, his pen still. "What do you mean by 'part of it'?"

"I don't know if he was injured before, so part of it is." Lin Ran leaned back in his chair, speaking casually.

The sheriff's face was grim: "Be serious, don't play word games."

"I answered that way because I was being cautious," Lin Ran said seriously.

"After all, he's a high-level martial artist, and it's inevitable that he'll get into fights sometimes. Who knows if he already has any injuries?"

The sheriff put down his pen, leaned forward, and his gaze sharpened: "It seems you're not planning to cooperate?"

The young security guard next to him stopped writing, looked somewhat uneasily at his superior, and then at Lin Ran.

Lin Ran met the sheriff's gaze: "I think the tone of your voice is a bit like that of the assassin."

"What do you mean?" The sheriff's expression changed.

Just then, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open from the outside.

The two sheriffs turned around at the same time, and immediately stood up when they saw who it was.

"Director Zheng."

The man who came in was in his fifties, with his hair neatly combed and his uniform perfectly pressed.

He nodded to the two of them, strode up to Lin Ran, bowed slightly, and spoke in a tone completely different from his earlier interrogation.

"Mr. Lin, I am Zheng Jingren, the deputy director of the Xinhai Public Security Bureau. The matter has now been investigated and clarified. You may leave."

"We haven't finished asking yet?" Lin Ran gestured with his chin toward the notepad on the table.

Zheng Jingren smiled gently: "It has been confirmed that the other party was an assassin and committed suicide by poisoning, so there is no need to waste your time. I apologize for troubling you with this trip."

"Oh?" Lin Ran raised an eyebrow. "Alright, thanks."

It seems highly likely that the Lin family has arrived.

The two of them had acted very formally, which clearly indicated that they had been instructed by someone else.

Now that the deputy director wants to distribute personnel, they can only remain silent with dark faces.

Lin Ran stood up and straightened the collar of his school uniform.

The presiding sheriff glanced at Lin Ran, then at Zheng Jingren, and finally silently closed the record board.

The young security guard next to him acted as if it were none of his business, neatly putting away his two-page note without making a sound.

Outside the interrogation room, Lin Hongbo and Song Yishu stood side by side on a bench on the left side of the corridor.

Seeing Lin Ran come out, Song Yishu quickly stepped forward, grabbed Lin Ran's arm, and looked him up and down.

Only after confirming that he was not seriously injured did they breathe a long sigh of relief.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Lin Hongbo stood behind her, his face maintaining its usual calm expression.

"Don't worry, I will definitely have someone investigate this matter thoroughly!"

Lin Ran waved his hand: "It's nothing, I didn't lose anything anyway."

Even without investigating, Lin Ran already knows who the mastermind is, but he just doesn't plan to take action right now.

With a Transcendent Realm expert in the Sun family, if he were to act rashly, he certainly wouldn't gain the upper hand given his current strength.

It's not too late to deal with Sun Jinghuan after I break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

Lin Haozhe stood not far away, his face immediately displaying a standard, gentle smile.

"Brother Ran, thank goodness you're alright, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to face my parents."

"Alright!" Lin Ran said solemnly, "Next time something like this happens, I'll definitely give you a chance to prove yourself!"

Lin Haozhe's smile froze on his face. Before he could respond, he saw Lin Zhixia walk in from outside the door.

She was still wearing the Bureau of Extremism uniform, looking very dashing.

Seeing that Lin Ran was alright, they slowed their pace slightly.

Her gaze swept over Lin Ran's tattered school uniform, her brows furrowed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"I never expected you to actually kill a martial artist at the Innate Realm."

"It was just luck." Lin Ran shrugged. "Perhaps he was already injured."

Lin Zhixia stared at him for a few seconds, seemingly trying to glean some answer from his face.

After a moment, she slowly withdrew her gaze, her tone still indifferent: "As long as everyone is alright."

Zheng Jingren exchanged a few pleasantries with Lin Hongbo and then escorted the group to the entrance of the Public Security Bureau.

The two sides said goodbye again on the steps, and the Lin family members got into their cars one after another.

The two cars drove out of the police station compound one after the other and gradually disappeared into the distance.

Back at the Lin family villa, Song Yishu pulled Lin Ran to sit on the sofa and checked him over from head to toe again.

"That assassin really didn't hurt you? Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Should you go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"I'm really fine." Lin Ran pulled his arm away from Song Yishu's grasp. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here properly."

Song Yishu was still worried: "That's a Xiantian martial artist, and you only awakened your innate martial arts a few days ago."

"Maybe he was already injured, and I just got lucky." Lin Ran used the same excuse again.

Song Yishu stared at him for a moment, then nodded reluctantly: "If you feel unwell, don't force yourself."

Don't worry.