Howard Kay never expected things to go south so fast. He yanked a bath towel off the side table, wrapped it around his raging, ugly junk, and darted over to the metal safe by the desk. He punched in the code, popped it open, and grabbed a Type 54 pistol. Just as he got the gun in hand, the bedroom door slammed open—bang!—and Shawn Young burst in.
Howard Kay saw Shawn Young and didn’t recognize him at all, but with his hormones running wild, he was pissed at being interrupted right when things were about to get good. With the gun in hand, he roared at Shawn, “Who the hell are you?! You dare sneak into someone’s bedroom? Do you even know who I am, punk? Mess with me, and I’ll blow you away right now!” As he shouted, he pointed the pistol at Shawn and pulled the trigger.
Bang! The shot was too sudden and way too close—Shawn didn’t even have time to dodge or throw up a magical shield. Just then, a dark shadow grabbed his shoulders and shoved him hard to the side. Shawn’s body flew, barely dodging that deadly bullet!
Shawn looked over and saw Rainie Cheng, who’d followed him upstairs. She’d pushed him out of the way, but her body collapsed to the floor. Howard Kay, acting like a madman, fired off several more shots. One bullet grazed Rainie’s right shoulder, sending a burning pain through her body and a splash of blood. Rainie groaned and tumbled into the corner by the bed. Shawn was shocked, about to rush over and help, but she shouted, “Shawn, I’m fine! I’m not dying! Don’t worry about me—deal with him first!”
Shawn snapped back to reality and focused, spinning around to face Howard Kay. After firing several shots, Howard was totally hyped up, acting crazy, and kept firing his Type 54 at Shawn—bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! Shawn was ready this time, rolling over to the corner of the bed and barely dodging the wild gunfire. Just as he stood up, Howard swung the now-empty pistol at Shawn’s head. Shawn ducked just in time.
“Damn it! I’ll kill you!” Howard Kay, though getting on in years, was still an experienced cop. He knew he had to go all out against Shawn, so he roared and charged, swinging his elbow hard at Shawn’s face, aiming to knock him out.
Howard Kay used a brutal police-style elbow strike. Back in the day, he’d been a martial cop before switching to criminal police, so he had some real skills. But compared to the likes of Colonel Hank Han or even Shawn Young’s current level, he was way outclassed. According to Master Winston Yuan, with more training, Shawn would easily surpass Colonel Han.
Shawn dodged Howard’s vicious elbow, letting it hit nothing but air. Howard yelled, stomped forward, and swung his right leg for a savage kick at Shawn’s head. Shawn countered with a stomp, aiming straight for Howard’s crotch, and then punched him in the chest—boom! The force sent Howard flying backward, crashing onto the metal safe. His spine slammed into the hard edge, making him howl in pain as he rolled around, the bath towel slipping off and exposing his ugly junk.
He’d just popped two Viagra, and the drug was kicking in, making his junk hard as steel. Amid his howling, that angry, ugly thing swung back and forth in front of Shawn. Shawn, still pissed Howard had just tried to shoot him, wasn’t about to play nice. He lunged forward and kicked Howard right in the nuts—boom!
"Aaaah!" Howard Kay screamed like a pig being slaughtered, clutching his crotch as blood spurted out. Judging by the mess down there, if his junk wasn’t snapped off, it was definitely out of commission for good!
Shawn Young, annoyed by Howard’s screeching and furious he’d hurt Rainie Cheng, strode over and kicked Howard right in the head—bam!—knocking him out cold.
Rainie Cheng came out from the corner, clutching her bleeding, burning shoulder. She saw Howard Kay lying naked and unconscious, his crotch a bloody mess, bleeding nonstop. One look and it was obvious his junk was totally ruined—and if they didn’t stop the bleeding soon, Howard might even die. Rainie blushed and said to Shawn, "Shawn, this guy’s a scumbag, but we still have to do things by the book. Gather evidence for the charges and let the investigation team handle him. He’s bleeding so much, we need to keep him alive for now!"
Shawn nodded, walked over, and gently put his arm around Rainie, checking out her shoulder wound. Blood was still seeping out, and it hurt him to see it. He said, "Oh, Rainie, if you hadn’t shoved me out of the way just now, I’d probably be dead! Thank you so much! Hang in there, I’ll get the bullet out and heal you right away!"
"Uh—how are you going to get the bullet out? There’s no surgical equipment here, and no medicine either! I should just go to the hospital!" Rainie said, her face pale and brows furrowed as pain shot through her shoulder.
Shawn, feeling bad for her, helped Rainie sit down on the sofa. "Rainie, getting to the hospital will take too long, and I can’t drive. Plus, you’re hurt—driving is out of the question. Trust me, I can get the bullet out and stop the bleeding! I’ll fix up your wound, just sit tight and let me handle it!"
Seeing Shawn so confident, Rainie naturally believed him—she trusted his magical skills more than anyone. She nodded, let go of her wound, and said, "Okay, go ahead!"
Shawn stood behind her, channeled his heavenly energy, made a sword-finger gesture, and chanted, "Spirits of heaven and earth, shift the energy, Polaris above, heal and protect, golden light—release!" As his finger pointed at Rainie’s shoulder, a surge of power shot out, transforming into a beam of white light—whoosh!—straight into her wound. Rainie felt a jolt, like electricity, then a sharp pain—crack!—and a blood-soaked bullet dropped to the floor.
"Whoa—you actually got it out! How did you do that?" Rainie trembled from the pain, her face pale, but she was amazed. She knew getting a bullet out was no easy feat.
Shawn didn’t answer—his consciousness was already diving into the Secret Realm to fetch Dragon Spirit Grass. Rainie called his name a few times but got no response. Curious, she turned around and saw him standing there, eyes closed and motionless, clearly channeling his powers. She didn’t disturb him, waiting about a minute until Shawn slowly opened his eyes and raised his right hand, now holding a tiny, vibrant green blade of grass that smelled incredibly fresh.
"What’s that? Where’d you get it? There aren’t any houseplants in here—what’s that grass for?" Rainie asked, curious.
Shawn just smiled mysteriously and didn’t answer. He popped the Dragon Spirit Grass into his mouth, chewed it up, and mixed the juice with bits of leaf, then smeared it onto Rainie’s wound. Instantly, she felt a cool, refreshing sensation spread through her shoulder, and the pain faded. In no time, the bleeding stopped and a thin scab formed, leaving her feeling comfortably numb and cool.
"Wow—amazing! Is that some kind of magic herb? Incredible!" Rainie exclaimed. The Dragon Spirit Grass worked as well as any top surgeon in a fancy hospital.
Shawn just smiled and didn’t reply. He spat out the leftover bits of grass onto the floor, then flicked them with his toe so they landed right on Howard Kay’s still-bleeding crotch. Howard’s wound healed up fast, saving his life, but his junk was definitely done for—no way even magic could fix that! Shawn snorted and said, "Damn, such a good magic herb—what a waste on that crooked cop!"