Xia Tian's aunt was named Ye Wanqing. At this moment, she sat in a room with a couple seated opposite her.
"Mrs. Ye, what happened?"
"It's a small matter. Let's just finalize what we discussed earlier," Ye Wanqing said, looking at the couple calmly.
"Alright, let's do it that way. This is Bingbing's wish."
"I'll give her a chance," Ye Wanqing replied. "I'll send someone to accompany her. If she can complete the task, I'll make an exception and hire her."
After leaving the room, Ye Wanqing dialed a number.
"Hello, Mr. Xue."
"Mrs. Ye, why are you calling me? We're already in contact," Mr. Xue said, his tone evasive.
"I need you to save someone."
"Save someone? You know I can't interfere unless it's something serious." Mr. Xue always addressed Ye Wanqing respectfully as "you."
"The person I want you to save is Xiyin's son."
"What? Mr. Long's son? What's happened to him?" Panic filled Mr. Xue's voice.
"He's been taken away by a policeman. He's somehow involved with a man named Liu. I heard the man brought a lawyer with him. If you don't act quickly, he'll be in trouble."
As soon as Ye Wanqing finished speaking, Mr. Xue hung up.
At Bureau J, Xia Tian was under close watch. He didn't say a word when he saw the officers. He was confident that he could kill a few and escape if he wanted—but they hadn't done anything wrong, so he refused to harm innocent people.
"Arrest him!" Liu shouted. "I brought a lawyer. This time, it's serious."
Xia Tian did not resist. Chains were locked around his wrists and ankles; handcuffs couldn't hold him, so they used iron chains instead. He was taken directly to the detention area behind Bureau J—a small room with ten inmates in total.
When Xia Tian entered, the others looked at him with amusement.
"Mr. Liu told us to take good care of him," the lawyer said, dragging one of the inmates closer and speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear. Then he left, locking the door behind him. The vents were sealed, and the guards outside had gone to eat.
One man approached Xia Tian. "New here?"
"I advise you not to mess with me," Xia Tian said coldly, realizing Liu must have sent them to rough him up.
Though his limbs were chained, the inmates weren't in a hurry. To them, Xia Tian was helpless.
"This is my territory," the bald man in front sneered. "Name's Hu Wu. Someone paid me good money to give you a lesson. Don't worry—I don't kill people. But you'll be wishing you were dead when I'm done."
"I'll give you one chance," Xia Tian replied evenly. "Go back to your corner, and I'll let you walk away."
Hu Wu laughed. "Still mouthing off at death's door? If you weren't crippled, I'd call you Grandpa."
He swung his fist—
But before it landed, Xia Tian moved. In an instant, the chains on his wrists and ankles were gone.
He caught the iron bars of the cage with his fingers, twisted, and pulled upward. With a sharp crack, an iron bar snapped loose and fell to the floor. Xia Tian slipped through the gap in one fluid motion.
It all happened in a blink.
"Ah!!" Hu Wu screamed, followed by several others.
"No need to call me Grandpa," Xia Tian said coolly. "I don't need a grandson like you."
He glanced at the vent above, smiled faintly, and decided not to linger.
Hu Wu and the others clutched their right hands, now mangled beyond repair. It was a light punishment compared to what they had planned for him. Xia Tian had no mercy—he knew that if his strength had been any less today, his fate would have been worse than theirs.
He had no intention of harming the officers outside, but these criminals deserved their punishment. He had already warned them once.
At Mr. Xue's residence:
"No, I'll go there myself," Mr. Xue said urgently.
He made two calls—one to his secretary, another to Huang Tou. The moment he heard the name Liu, he understood what was going on.
If anything happened to that young man, he would carry the guilt forever.
"Please, don't let this get out of hand," he muttered. He'd already told Huang Tou to contact the police station, but he feared Liu and his men might act before help arrived.
As Mr. Xue drove, a call came in—Xia Tian was missing.
Mr. Xue exhaled in relief. As long as he wasn't dead, the rest could be handled. Still, he wondered—where would he go, and why escape at all?
"As expected of Mr. Long's son," he murmured, dialing another number—Ye Wanqing's.
"Mrs. Ye, Lord Long's son has escaped."
"Escaped? Why was he detained in the first place, Mr. Xue? I expect a full explanation," Ye Wanqing snapped.
"Understood. I'll get to the bottom of it."
"That's better. Otherwise, I'll escalate this, and you'll bear the consequences." She hung up.
Cold sweat dripped down Mr. Xue's forehead.
"Huang Tou, I don't care how you do it—I want every piece of evidence on Liu's crimes by tomorrow morning."
"Of course, sir. Understood."
By then, Xia Tian had already left the police station. He sat at a roadside barbecue stall, eating skewers and drinking beer.
He didn't know the entire police bureau was in chaos because of him.
That night, Mr. Xue personally took charge, launching an internal storm across Jianghai City. The investigation targeted Liu, his men, and their lawyer.
"Mr. Liu, this message is from Deputy Commander Fang Li," someone said quietly. "He told me to inform you—your entire family will be taken care of."
"No chance at all?" Liu's voice trembled with resentment.
"This time, Mr. Xue himself is handling it. Even the people backing Deputy Chief Fang Li can't protect you."
"I hope Deputy Fang can look after my family," Liu muttered, finishing his drink after the man left the secret room.
Meanwhile, Xia Tian remained blissfully unaware, savoring Jianghai's famous stir-fried seafood—beer, meat skewers, and sizzling dishes under the night lights.
Just then, his phone rang.
"Auntie, it's you."
"Why didn't you answer earlier?" his aunt's scolding voice came through the line.
"My phone had no internet," Xia Tian explained.
"You're really something, kid. You even went to jail and managed to escape. Have you seen Yin Nie yet?"
"Yin Nie? Who's that?" Xia Tian asked, puzzled. Then he remembered—members of Liusha had once said their master, the world's top swordsman, was named Yin Nie. He had later died. "Aunt, you mean my master?"
"Yes, Yin Nie's here. Come to my place tomorrow—I have something to tell you."
Before he could reply, Ye Wanqing hung up. Xia Tian sighed, continuing to eat and drink.
It was late, yet the crowd around the food stalls had only grown. When Xia Tian first arrived, there had been empty seats; now every table was full, with strangers even sharing spots.
A small table now seated three or four people.
"Hello, is anyone sitting here?"
Xia Tian looked up slowly and saw two beautiful women standing before him. Their styles were completely different—one wore casual Nike clothes with a clean, makeup-free face; the other was dressed in a striking red jumpsuit.
Despite their contrasting looks, both were stunning.
"Perfect figures, 99% appearance rating," Xia Tian murmured, his X-Ray eyes activating automatically. "Top-tier."