This is one of the wondrous uses of the Profound-level Technique "Stealth Technique".
It is effective for everyone below Sixth Grade, including martial artists; the lower the cultivation, the better the effect.
It has a long-lasting effect, belonging to subconscious concealment influence.
Unless the user of the technique stops using the Stealth Technique in front of the affected target, the original impression will remain unchanged, and a new image can be established.
It's an essential skill for Old Liu.
This is also the reason why Lin Ping'an did not choose to upload it immediately after creating the "Stealth Technique".
After all, relatively speaking, the effect is too practical. If others learn it and use it against him, that would be bad.
The less there are of such people like Old Liu, the better.
Lin Ping'an does not intend to constantly guard against others pretending to be weak to attack the strong.
At least, at this stage, he won't release the complete version of the Profound-level Technique; a simplified version with weaker effects is still a possibility.
Of course, when he becomes stronger and is fearless of any plots, he may have different ideas.
Meanwhile, the Law Enforcement Captain glanced casually and gave two instructions.
"Alright! Go home obediently! Don't run around anymore!"
"This time, you were lucky, but next time might not be so lucky!" "Recently, Celestial Yang City might not be peaceful! Be careful!"
Lin Ping'an nodded calmly upon hearing this, and pretended to recall something before speaking.
"Although I don't remember the appearance of the person who took action, I did see the original appearance of the cultist who was killed. Do you need me to draw it out completely?"
Upon hearing this, the Law Enforcement Captain was instantly overjoyed.
It's known that the headless corpse was chopped into countless pieces, making it impossible to discern any identity.
And the only somewhat complete head had completely transformed into a tiger head, making it impossible to see the original appearance.
Moreover, after investigation, all surveillance was destroyed, further adding to the mystery of the cultist's identity.
As for other witnesses, it wasn't that there were none.
But either they were unconscious, or they fled.
In the short term, it was impossible to find suitable people for identification.
Currently, hearing this was simply akin to receiving charcoal in the snow.
For a moment, the Law Enforcement Captain's tone became much more enthusiastic.
"Oh? If you could! That would be great! Xiaozhou, come over here."
"Take this young student over there to draw the portrait, and make sure to check the cultist's identity information online after it's done. Report quickly."
"It's best to complete this task before the chairman arrives."
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping'an did not refute anything and narrowed his eyes slightly before leaving.
One of his purposes in staying earlier was precisely to wait for the law enforcement team to come and make a record.
In this way, not to mention completely erasing suspicion from himself, it also avoided the law enforcement team's special inquiry, saving a lot of trouble.
Secondly, there was the idea of using the power of the Martial Arts Association to obtain the attacker's identity information.
After all, the appearance of cultists often signifies trouble.
And this time they specifically targeted him.
Though he has already killed them, the motives, identity, and reasons for the attack remain unclear.
For a qualified Old Liu, intelligence is extremely important.
Since he doesn't have the ability to investigate it himself, he decided to let others find out and thereby obtain the information.
This is the best way to handle it.
Thirdly, Lin Ping'an also aimed to gain more development time through this.
This time, the sudden attack by the Fourth Grade cultist gave him a new sense of crisis.
This incident might be more troublesome than Zhou Qiang's uncle, who is a Third Grade Martial Artist.
After all, that so-called Third Grade uncle can be easily defeated by him now.
But cultists are different; they have considerable power behind them as human traitors.
For years, they've been causing trouble in various cities of Great Xia and have never been completely eradicated.
It's said that there are even Grandmaster Level, or even Grandmaster Level high-tier cultists inside, which are extremely dangerous and threatening.
This time it was a Fourth Grade cultist attack; next time, who knows what kind of strong adversary will come.
Therefore, providing information voluntarily and letting the Martial Arts Association confront these cultists is the best way to handle it.
A few minutes later.
Xiaozhou from the law enforcement team took him to the car door.
"Wait a moment! I'm looking for jigsaw sheets and pen tools! Wait a while..."
After saying this, he burrowed into the car, continually searching.
A few minutes passed again.
"Huh? Where is it? Where did it go? I remember bringing it! Why can't I find it?"
"I clearly brought it along, I clearly remember putting it on the seat before leaving, so how come it's gone?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping'an, who maintained a calm face all the while, couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly.
In just a few minutes of interaction, he felt this law enforcement member was somewhat unreliable.
Simply put, his behavior was extremely off-track.
Could it be... that these people devote too much energy to martial arts... causing their brains to decay from lack of use?
Unsure if it was assimilation or some other reason.
Lin Ping'an suddenly had this thought.
At the next moment, he squinted his eyes and happened to see the sketchpad and pen tools placed on the front passenger seat.
Emmmm...
Turning his head and looking at Xiaozhou, who was busy in the back seat...
At this moment, Lin Ping'an's eyes were filled with peculiarity, and he inexplicably had the urge to make a sarcastic comment.
Could it be possible?
When you came... you were sitting in the front passenger seat...
He glanced at Xiaozhou, but didn't actually say this aloud.
To avoid more bizarre situations, Lin Ping'an reached into the window, took out the tools,
without prompting, he took up the brush and started drawing the portrait directly.
Since childhood, his comprehension was extraordinary, and coupled with his recent increase in strength, his muscle control was much stronger than before. In moments, he finished the drawing.
Five minutes later.
"Done! Finished drawing! That's him! Pretty much no difference!"
Lin Ping'an placed the pen aside and spoke in a relaxed tone.
Upon hearing this, Xiaozhou, who was searching in the back seat, froze, emerged from the back seat, and stared at the sketchpad in shock.
Next, he blurted out a pile of questions.
"You... you... where did you find it? Finished... the drawing already? It's done?"
"Oh! My gosh! It's incredibly well-drawn! Did you specially learn drawing?"
"Can you teach me? It seems your drawing level is much higher than mine!"
"..."
There's no denying, sometimes, natural clumsiness can overpower wit, and even a chatterbox can overpower wit.
Moreover, the person before him is not only a chatterbox but also a bit naturally clumsy.
Speaking of, why does a male martial artist carrying these attributes not feel quite incongruous?
At this moment, Lin Ping'an unusually fell into silence.
A dozen seconds later, he spoke stiffly, changing the topic.
"Your captain has been waiting so long; shouldn't you handle official business first?"
Upon receiving the reminder, Xiaozhou snapped back to reality.
"Right, right, right! Almost forgot the official duty!"
Saying that, he took a photo with his phone, forwarding it to the Intelligence Coordinator at the Martial Arts Association Headquarters.
Two minutes later, the phone rang.
Habitually cautious, Xiaozhou looked around but when his eyes fell on Lin Ping'an,
suddenly felt subconsciously relaxed, for unknown reasons.
This is just an ordinary high school student, so answering the phone in front of him doesn't pose any issues, nor will it cause any problems.
At this moment, the Profound-level Technique "Stealth Technique" once again played a tremendous role, achieving remarkable success.