Chapter 14 - Yemei
With a resounding shout, the woman suddenly unleashed a punch at Zhang Xiaoloong, causing him to startle.
Despite her being a woman, the moment that punch was thrown, Zhang Xiaoloong sensed it. Even compared to the earlier gangsters, and even if he were to bind the two assassins together, he doubted they could withstand the blow.
Amidst his astonishment, his curiosity was equally piqued. This physique appeared so delicate and alluring. Yet, during the attack, there was none of the ferocious momentum of a legendary martial artist. How had such immense force been channeled?
Not dwelling on these thoughts for long, Zhang Xiaoloong promptly employed every technique he had learned over the past few days.
While he had managed to rescue Big Brother Bi from the brink of death in the car, attempting such a benevolent action on others seemed quite improbable. He wouldn't engage in such actions himself.
Bang, bang, bang…
The clash of their fists and kicks was rapid. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged dozens of moves. Their movements accelerated with each exchange, almost as if they were verging on becoming entangled in their battle.
After this flurry of exchanges, Zhang Xiaoloong's initial nerves had been replaced by heightened excitement.
Prior to this, he had been practicing the Imperial Dragon Spell with a head down approach. Even his confrontations with Big Brother Bi and the others had relied on sheer force. Yet now, it felt as though everything he had previously learned had come together harmoniously.
In this moment, Zhang Xiaoloong had forgotten that his opponent was an extraordinary beauty. The significance of the police uniform, emblematic of his adversary's role, had slipped his mind. He was singularly focused on absorbing and understanding his opponent's strength.
Every technique, every maneuver of his opponent replayed incessantly within his mind. They played like a looped video, breaking down into frames like a filmstrip.
“I see.” In the midst of his ongoing offensive, Zhang Xiaoloong abruptly grinned. His tone was remarkably composed and self-assured. “Your body is impressively limber. Your power isn't as potent as you assume. It's your exceptional speed that gives you the appearance of great strength.”
“Enough with the chatter.” The policewoman's voice had a weightier undertone. “If you win, I'll release you. But it appears you lack the capacity.”
Zhang Xiaoloong paused for a moment. Only then did he recall that his opponent wasn't just a beauty, but also a policewoman. Having been apprehended and brought here, if he wished to regain his freedom, it was this very beauty he'd have to rely on.
A sardonic chuckle welled up within him. Yet, upon hearing the second half of her statement, Zhang Xiaoloong's fiery determination flared anew.
What man would stomach being labeled as incapable by a captivating woman? Even Zhang Xiaoloong wasn't an exception. Furthermore, if he failed to outmatch her, he'd remain confined here under her custody—something he absolutely had to avoid.
“What's so challenging about that?” Zhang Xiaoloong's tone adopted an air of arrogance, yet it wasn't a baseless boast. He had already plotted a countermove when he had spoken earlier.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoloong's speed increased by 30%.
Within the policewoman's eyes flickered an unusual brilliance, her pace quickening. The sounds of their scuffle had faded, yet their movements within the room only grew more intense. It seemed like a contest of superior movement techniques, each vying to outdo the other.
Despite their rapid movements, an unspoken understanding seemed to exist. The room's contents remained untouched as the two flitted about, resembling butterflies dancing within this modest interrogation room. Astonishingly, it created the impression of a sports arena.
Zhang Xiaoloong felt an unprecedented acceleration in the fusion of divine energy within his body, as if he had brushed against something mystical.
“You're not fast enough!”
Extending his hand and grasping blindly, a figure was abruptly hurled outward.
“Ah…” The figure exclaimed in surprise, spiraling through the air before landing on another table within the room.
Whether due to the table's fragility or the person's weight, several snaps rang out, the table's legs buckling. The individual on the table crashed heavily to the ground.
Only then could the figure on the table be clearly identified. A female police officer knelt on one knee, bracing herself with a hand, her appearance not terribly pitiable.
However, the other hand guarded a sensitive area. The fabric on that part of her attire bore clear signs of being torn, and a hint of ire gleamed in her eyes.
Recalling the recent shout and the inadvertent touch, observing the state of her clothes and her reaction, Zhang Xiaoloong's cheeks flushed crimson. He waved his hands in a flurry. “I didn't mean to, truly I didn't…”
This explanation almost sounded like a feeble cover-up. Zhang Xiaoloong realized things had taken a dire turn. While he might have had an opportunity to extricate himself before, this time it seemed certain that he'd be stuck in this predicament.
“From whom did you learn martial arts?” The female police officer inquired with an icy tone.
“Ah?” Zhang Xiaoloong did not react for a moment.
“To the best of my knowledge, you're a regular student. Aside from the lightning incident before the report, you've had no encounters with anything unusual. No such individual exists in your family,” the policewoman's gaze remained steady as water. “So, who taught you these martial arts?”
Zhang Xiaoloong suddenly developed a headache. This female officer seemed to have forgotten their awkward accidental contact. It had started as a positive, but now this question posed an even greater challenge.
“Is there any way I can avoid answering that?” After a long pause and much contemplation, he could only muster the courage to ask, “The person who taught me martial arts warned me never to disclose any information about him, no matter who asks. Truth be told, I have no idea about him. Even if I wanted to share something, I wouldn't know where to start.”
The policewoman studied Zhang Xiaoloong intently. Just when she assumed his predicament was insurmountable, her demeanor unexpectedly eased. “Would you like to join Wolf Fang?”
“Wolf Fang?” Zhang Xiaoloong let out an internal sigh while feeling puzzled. “What exactly is Wolf Fang?”
“Wolf Fang is a specialized organization engaged in special missions. All its members are experts. Individuals like me… We're just standard members within the organization.” As she spoke, the female officer gauged his reaction, “The reason I hold considerable authority here, even giving orders, is due to my affiliation with Wolf Fang.”
At this juncture, she remained silent, awaiting Zhang Xiaoloong's response.
“Apologies, but I have no interest in joining Wolf Fang.” After some deliberation, Zhang Xiaoloong still stood by his decision. “In a year, I need to report to Yanjing University. While your offer sounds impressive, it's not aligned with my aspirations.”
Anticipating the use of more coercive methods, Zhang Xiaoloong found himself mistaken. The other party offered only a gentle caution, “Wolf Fang doesn't coerce anyone to join. But do bear in mind not to misuse your powers. If you do, Wolf Fang will pay you a visit, and it won't be as courteous as I am.”
Zhang Xiaoloong smiled wryly, refraining from any response. Turns out, initiating combat could also be categorized as polite!
Upon his intention to clarify, the policewoman picked up a card and placed it before him. It bore a series of digits and a name.
“I'm Yemei. If you encounter a problem you can't solve, you can reach out to me too,” the female officer stated coolly.
Bang, bang, bang…
Someone knocked on the door.
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