He had just married a policewoman when he was diagnosed with criminal genius.

Just then, the factory's large iron gate was forcibly torn apart by demolition tools, making a piercing metallic tearing sound.

Fully armed special police officers filed in through the main entrance.

Several other teams broke in simultaneously through the side ventilation windows and the back wall, and the entire factory was completely under control within seconds.

"Don't move! Hands behind your head! Crouch down!"

The shouts of the SWAT team members rose and fell, and the dark muzzles of guns were pointed at everyone in the factory from all directions.

The workers all squatted down with their heads in their hands, and no one dared to make a move.

Old Gui was also cornered by two special police officers, his hands cuffed behind his back, his face ashen.

Ding Jianguo followed the special police into the factory, his eyes immediately sweeping over Lu Chen and Jiang Xue.

Seeing that the two of them were standing there unharmed, he finally felt relieved after being anxious all the way.

Then, his gaze fell on the blood-soaked, twisted figure on the ground.

Even though Ding Jianguo had been a police officer for over twenty years and had witnessed countless bloody scenes, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw Wu Kun's injuries.

A young SWAT officer standing nearby turned his face away, his expression pale.

Ding Jianguo squatted down to check the injuries.

"Hiss, this injury is pretty bad. Even if it heals, he'll probably be crippled."

When Ding Jianguo saw Wu Kun's appearance, he was stunned.

"My God... Wu Kun?!" Ding Jianguo's pupils suddenly contracted, and he couldn't help but gasp again.

He never expected that he would catch Wu Kun, the murderer who had been on the run for years and had long since disappeared, in this inconspicuous suburban factory.

What shocked him even more was that this once notorious outlaw was now being beaten to a pulp and lying on the ground like a lump of mud.

Ding Jianguo knew Wu Kun's background all too well.

A former provincial Sanda champion, he had a criminal record and even stabbed two police officers who were pursuing him while on the run.

One of the two policemen was Ding Jianguo's classmate from police academy days.

This case has always been a thorn in Ding Jianguo's side.

But now, this thorn has been removed in such a way.

Looking at Wu Kun, who was lying on the ground barely alive, Ding Jianguo's initial feeling that the suspect had been beaten badly vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable sense of relief.

The phrase "deserved punishment" is probably meant for this moment.

Zhou Weidong also rushed over, squatted down next to Ding Jianguo, took a look, and was immediately stunned: "It really is Wu Kun! I didn't expect him to be hiding here."

Ding Jianguo stood up, looked around at the SWAT team members, and asked, "Who beat him up like this?"

The SWAT team members looked at each other, none of them able to answer the question.

When they rushed in, Wu Kun, who looked tall and strong, was already convulsing and howling on the ground.

No one saw who beat him up like that.

Lu Chen, who was standing to the side, was also a little pale, but he still stepped forward and said in a low but clear voice: "Director Ding, I did it."

Jiang Xue stood beside Lu Chen almost simultaneously, urgently adding, "Director Ding, Lu Chen was protecting me. Wu Kun was holding a knife and trying to take me hostage, and Lu Chen... he went a little too far."

She quickly recounted what had happened: "Wu Kun was the first to notice the commotion outside. Realizing he was surrounded, he didn't choose to escape but instead immediately tried to take hostages."

He targeted Jiang Xue, who appeared to be the "weakest," and lunged at her with his sword drawn. Lu Chen reacted almost instantly, subduing Wu Kun to the ground.

Ding Jianguo was completely stunned after hearing this.

He opened his mouth, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Lu Chen and Wu Kun, who was sprawled on the ground like a rag doll, before saying in an incredulous tone, "Xiao Jiang, you're saying... your husband crippled Wu Kun with one punch?"

At this moment, Lu Chen was actually feeling a little panicked.

The series of actions he just performed were almost entirely driven by adrenaline and the instinctive reaction of the "killing skills" granted by the system; he had no time to think about the consequences.

But seeing Wu Kun's miserable state, Lu Chen felt his stomach churning and felt uncomfortable.

After all, this was the first time he had ever actually attacked someone head-on, and the injury was so severe.

But if given the chance to choose again, he would still make the same choice without hesitation. Because that knife was pointed at Jiang Xue.

Zhou Weidong, standing nearby, exclaimed, "Xiao Jiang, your husband didn't just 'go a little too far'! He practically tore the other person apart!"

Ding Jianguo was stunned for a long time before he calmed down after listening to Jiang Xue's narration.

He waved his hand, his tone carrying a sense of relief: "Don't worry, I know Wu Kun's background. He's a Sanda fighter, has murder on his hands, and stabbed a policeman while he was holding a knife. Lu Chen's intervention to subdue him in that emergency was entirely legitimate self-defense, there's no problem with that."

"Not only are there no problems, but you and Jiang Xue have also done a great service for us."

Ding Jianguo stood up, walked over to Lu Chen, and patted Lu Chen's shoulder heavily: "Well done."

Seeing Lu Chen's pale face, Ding Jianguo understood.

This was probably the first time he had ever experienced something like this. For an ordinary person who usually enjoys joking around, suddenly having to face a desperate man with a knife is already difficult enough to do, let alone subdue him.

But he couldn't help asking, "But this is Wu Kun! Lu Chen, how did you manage to beat him? Have you trained?"

Of course, Lu Chen couldn't say that what he knew was a "kung fu killing technique".

His mind raced for a moment, and he remembered the Baduanjin (Eight Pieces of Brocade) course he had taken in college. So he started making things up: "Director Ding, I learned Baduanjin in college, so... I have some basic skills."

"Eight Pieces of Brocade?" Ding Jianguo looked at him with suspicion.

He knows about Baduanjin (Eight Pieces of Brocade). Isn't it a kind of health exercise that strengthens the body?

It even has such practical application capabilities?

Are you sure you're practicing Baduanjin?

Are you sure it's not some kind of killing skill?

With such heavy blows, it feels like every move is aimed at killing.

However, Ding Jianguo attributed everything to Lu Chen seeing Jiang Xue in danger, which caused his adrenaline to surge.

Given Lu Chen's exceptional talent, he was able to defeat the master with a flurry of punches; that's probably the reason.

"Even the Eight-Section Brocade couldn't be that powerful," Ding Jianguo shook his head and chuckled. "You're probably only able to beat Wu Kun because you're so protective of your wife."

Lu Chen nodded without saying a word, then turned and walked towards Jiang Xue, taking her hand: "Are you alright?"

Jiang Xue shook her head, but her hand holding Lu Chen's trembled slightly. She wasn't frightened by A-Kun, but rather by Lu Chen's almost violent attack.

She had never seen Lu Chen like this before.

The man who usually cracked jokes seemed to have become a completely different person in that instant.

Jiang Xue said softly, "It's good that you're alright."

Outside the factory, police lights were flashing.

One by one, police cars carrying the suspects drove away from the scene.

A police officer was carefully treating Ah Kun's wound to stop the bleeding. Even the emergency medical officer, who was used to all kinds of injuries, couldn't help but tremble when cleaning Ah Kun's wound.

"That was...too ruthless," the paramedic muttered under his breath, then shook his head and continued his work.

Hearing this, Zhou Weidong, who was standing nearby, replied calmly, "He was about to attack a policewoman. If it were me, I probably would have been even more ruthless."

The paramedics didn't say anything more, focusing instead on treating the wound.

He knew that in such cases, sometimes the more thoroughly the enemy fell, the safer the survivors would be.

"Fall back!" A rare smile appeared on Ding Jianguo's lips.

The heavy weight that had been pressing on his heart these past few days has finally been lifted off his feet.