By the time Ian Song arrived with the Special Police, all the bystanders had already fled—no one wanted to get caught in the crossfire.
The two resistance fighters consisted of one old man and one young man.
The old man was dressed in gray, thin and wiry, but his strength was impressive—he’d reached the War King level.
The younger one had a sharp face and monkey-like features, but wielded a massive broadsword with bold, sweeping moves. His style forced a whole squad of Thunder Regiment members to keep their distance, and his strength was no joke—he’d reached Ninth-Level War General.
The Thunder Regiment had struggled to subdue the pair because they lacked any War King-level experts. Still, their numbers and advanced weapons allowed them to barely contain the two resistance fighters.
"Minister, do you want us to help?"
Ian Song shot Gordon Gao a look. "You think you and I can get involved in a fight like this? Just tell everyone to loosen the perimeter a bit."
"Yes, sir!"
Gordon Gao understood that Ian Song was just putting on a show, so he quickly went off to make arrangements.
Suddenly, the old man in gray erupted with power, his palms sending out wave after wave of transparent qi-blades that blasted more than ten Thunder Regiment operatives into the air.
"Shawn, go!"
After blasting away the Thunder Regiment members, Old Gan shouted to the sharp-faced young man.
"Old Gan, if we leave, we leave together! Otherwise, I'm not going!" Shawn shouted back, his face full of grief and anger.
Old Gan's expression darkened. He scolded, "Foolish boy, staying here will only drag me down. Go, now!"
Seeing Shawn still hesitating, Old Gan barked again, "Shawn, are you ignoring my orders now? Go, quickly!"
"But Old Gan...!"
"Go!" Old Gan snapped.
"Fine, I'll go first. Be careful, Old Gan!"
With a shout, Shawn swung his broadsword, slashing out several blade-arcs, and—thanks to Old Gan's help—broke through the encirclement, fleeing toward the outskirts.
But by coincidence, whether out of confusion or on purpose, he ended up charging straight toward Ian Song's position.
“Yes, Minister!” Gordon Gao replied quickly. Although this minister hadn’t been in Mesa City long, he already had Gordon’s complete respect.
“Hold it right there!” Sean Feng shouted. “Lu, what’s your deal? That guy is wanted by the Thunder Regiment. What right do the Special Police have to interrogate him?”
“Why not? We caught him, didn’t we? If your Thunder Regiment is so amazing, why couldn’t you nab him yourselves?” Ian shot back, unimpressed. He waved his hand. “Take him back to base, now!”
“You dare!”
Sean Feng waved his hand, and his squad immediately surrounded Ian.
“What now? Trying to snatch someone out of the Special Police’s hands?” Ian said with a playful grin.
Sean’s eyes narrowed coldly. “Lu, don’t push your luck. You’d better keep your nose out of Thunder Regiment business, or you’ll regret it!”
Ian just laughed. “You’re threatening me on my own turf? Vice-Captain Feng, you sure your brain’s working? I’ll give you three seconds—tell your men to clear a path, or don’t blame me for being rude!”
Sean sneered. “I’ll give you three seconds to hand over the prisoner, or I’ll show you what Thunder Regiment can really do!”
“Great, you’ve got guts. Go ahead—start barking like dogs!” Ian said, his tone strange and mocking.
The moment Ian finished, a chorus of loud "Woof! Woof! Woof!" echoed out—Sean Feng and his squad were barking uncontrollably, just like dogs.
"Take the prisoner—let’s go!" Ian ordered.
Ian waved, shoved past two barking Thunder Regiment members, and swaggered away without a care.
Feng and his men only stopped barking once the Special Police had fully withdrawn.
Thinking of how he’d just been forced to bark like a dog, Sean Feng couldn’t contain his rage. “Lu, how dare you humiliate me like this! I swear, if I don’t kill you, I’ll take your surname!”
Just then, the Thunder Regiment squad that had chased Old Gan returned.
The burly captain looked at Sean Feng. "Where’s the prisoner?"
"Captain, that bastard Lu refused to hand him over—he took him back to the Special Police base!" Sean Feng said angrily.
"He didn’t hand him over, so what? Are you just here for show?" the captain roared.
"Leo Li, who the hell are you cursing at?" Sean Feng exploded. He’d just been humiliated by Ian and now the captain was yelling at him too.
Leo Li sneered. "So what if I’m cursing you? Don’t think I’m scared just because you’re the corps commander’s son. Useless! You can’t even handle a Special Police minister!"
Sean Feng was about to explode. “Screw you! If you’ve got the guts, go get him yourself!”
Ian Song, under the Special Police’s loose encirclement, stood with dozens of officers clustered around him. Anyone with sense would avoid his direction—but Shawn Shi charged straight at him.
“Lu, you bastard! Die!”
With a shout, Shawn Shi leapt into the air, broadsword swinging down at Ian.
“Moron!”
Ian rolled his eyes, pulled out his laser pistol, and fired at Shawn without hesitation.
Seeing Ian use a laser gun, Shawn sneered. As a Ninth-Level War General, he didn’t fear ordinary lasers—there was no way they could break his true-qi barrier.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Blood spurted everywhere.
With a heavy thud, Shawn crashed from midair, slamming into the ground.
“What? How is this possible? How did your ordinary laser pierce my true-qi barrier?” Shawn shouted in disbelief.
“Idiot!”
Ian couldn’t be bothered to explain. Shawn had a chance to run, but instead he chose to come straight to Ian—just to get himself killed.
The Thunder Regiment members stared in shock—Ian had just taken down Shawn with a laser pistol. Old Gan, meanwhile, let out a heavy sigh, unleashed a big move to drive the Thunder Regiment back, and used the opening to escape.
“Hand him over to us!”
Most of the Thunder Regiment chased after Old Gan, but a few, led by a cocky young man, strode over to Ian.
Ian shot him a look, clearly annoyed. “And you are?”
The young man’s eyes flashed cold. “I’m Sean Feng, vice-captain of Thunder Regiment’s 9th squad. I’m ordering you to hand over this rebel!”
Hearing the name Sean Feng, Ian couldn’t help but think what a small world it was.
If the guy had been polite, Ian wouldn’t have minded handing the prisoner over. But with all that arrogance…
He turned and called out, “Gordon, this guy’s a wanted criminal we’ve been after for ages. Hurry up and bring him back for a proper interrogation!”