Ling Yun just walked in, and the two school police officers followed him in, then the skinny school police officer closed the door tightly, and with a click, he screwed the worn-out iron door with a lock.

The first floor of the small building is an empty hall, in addition to a pile of wooden boxes covered with dust and white ash in the corner of the wall will be empty, the ceiling and the four walls have been pitted, and dust and white fell all over the place, the corners of the wall is covered with green spots after the moisture, the dust into a net-like strand hanging on the ceiling, the entire room filled with a pungent gas. The blue-gray wooden windows were sealed for years, and the dirty windows were covered with stars and dots of various colors of paint, making it impossible to see outside from the inside, but of course, the effect of looking in from the outside was the same.

Ling Yun took a few steps inside the hall and turned around to face the two campus police officers who slowly drew their batons, "Is this where we're going to do it?"

The two campus police officers looked at each other before looking at the unassuming student in front of them in surprise, "You know what we're going to do?"

"Of course, didn't you guys pretend to be school police to lure me here?" Ling Yun asked rhetorically.

"You already knew we were pretending?" The lanky school police officer's eyes went cold, "Then why did you still follow us here."

"Hurry up if you want to do it, I don't have that much time." Ling Yun said woodenly.

The two school police officers looked at each other again, both seeing a hint of surprise in the other's eyes. If it were any other student, the most normal reaction at this point would have been to panic with fear or to speak desperately to hide their inner turmoil. However, this normal-looking student was behaving extremely unusual, the calm reaction of the light as if no one was there made the two disguised school police officers feel vaguely uneasy, perhaps today's things would not go too well, the thin school police officer thought with some apprehension.

The lanky school police officer gripped his baton and slowly walked over to Ling Yun, the professional smile on his face having vanished as much as it could, "Student Ling Yun, you are too unsettling." Raising the dark black baton high, he slashed his head toward Ling Yun's head and viciously jerked it.

Ling Yun did not move a muscle, not even making an instinctive blocking move, calmly and even with a smile as he watched the truncheon viciously whip at his head.

Peng's loud sound, the stout school police officer felt that he was full strength pumping on the steel statue in general, the tiger's mouth under the huge shock of all cracked, lined with alloy steel rod hard plastic baton as darts like flying out, thud hit the wall in the hall, with a deep pit and rustling down the white ash fell on the ground together.

The lanky police officer didn't feel the sharp pain in his hand at all but just looked at the teenager who was unharmed with an unbelievable face, as if he was looking at a monster. The skinny school police officer had just raised his baton halfway up before it completely froze in mid-air, his expression stiffening, just like his companion's.

Ling Yun took a step forward took the baton from the skinny school police officer's hand, and gently swung it, seemingly powerlessly pumping it on the skinny school police officer's body, but the skinny school police officer's body immediately flew, as if it had been hit head-on by a truck with a speed of one hundred kilometers per hour, humming not even a single sound, sliding over a distance of five meters in the less than one hundred square meters of the hall, and falling heavily onto the ground as if it were a broken sack.) A clear line of blood stretched from where he flew up to where he fell, and several drops of salty-hot liquid shot onto the still-shocked face of the lanky school police officer under the effect of huge inertia and centrifugal force.

The skinny janitor didn't utter a single grunt, he had fainted when the baton was drawn on him. The body that fell to the ground curled up unnaturally, which meant that somewhere in multiple places all over the body, the bones had been cracked or bent.

"No, no, don't kill me." The lanky school police officer suddenly reacted, looking at the demonic Ling Yun in horror while shivering as he stepped backward until his body leaned against the wall, rubbing it so hard that the already crispy white ash on the wall stuck all over his dark blue uniform before he slipped down softly.

Ling Yun walked up to him with an expressionless face and raised his baton high, "Tell me, who instructed you to kill me." These two school police officers had tricked him into this small, unoccupied building and locked the door tightly, clearly wanting to kill and silence him. If they just wanted to take the opportunity to beat him up, why would they bother bringing him here?

"When I tell you, do you promise not to kill me?" The lanky school police officer was still terrified, and there was still an inevitable tremor in his tone, but he already had the basic sanity to negotiate. In reality, his fear was more from the completely inhuman resistance of the teenager in front of him. The lanky police officer was not an ordinary person, and the attack on Ling Yun's head was with full force, even the strongest special warrior in the world would never be able to take such an attack and remain unharmed. This teenager's performance was so perverted that it could only show one truth: he was not a human being.

At least not a normal person.

It was just that at this moment, the lanky school police officer already had no time to imagine what kind of existence Ling Yun was. With his companion's encounter fresh in his mind, it was obvious that this teenager did not have to pinch a grasshopper much harder than he wanted to kill him.

"I promise." Ling Yun said indifferently.

"It was a person called Old Demon who asked the two of us to pretend to be school police to find you at the school, saying that he would give each of us three hundred thousand dollars as long as he killed you." The lanky school police officer spoke eagerly, adding one more sentence at the end. "Everything I said is true!"

"Old Demon? What kind of person is that?" Ling Yun frowned, he had never heard of this name before and what the lanky cop said was very different from what he had guessed. It looked like things were getting more complicated.

"Yes. His nickname is Old Demon, and I don't know what his real name is. It's a bone-thin guy in his forties." The burly policeman tried to recall the impression of Old Demon, "This person is very mysterious, I don't know him very well, I just heard that he seems to have closer dealings with some famous international drug traffickers, and occasionally works as a fixer for mob killers, earning intermediary fees from them, and he is a person who has made a relatively good living."

"What else do you know? Like where to contact Old Demon." Ling Yun was silent for a moment, pawing his baton and asking.

The lanky policeman looked fearfully at the baton swaying in front of his eyes, and could not help but swallow his saliva: "If people like us want to find black jobs to do, we usually go to the bar street in the western suburb of the city, and people like Old Demon do not have a fixed whereabouts, nor do they have a fixed contact method, qǐsǔü only at night in a bar may meet a fixer from the underworld, and then get in contact through a code word, and then talk specifically about the mission. Then talk about the mission specifically."

Ling Yun thought for a moment and asked, "Will there be a guarantee of benefits this way, for example, if you kill me tonight, how can you guarantee that you will get the three hundred thousand dollars?"

"Definitely." The lanky cop said with certainty, "This is an unwritten rule in this business if Old Demon still wants to hang around in the underworld, then he has to do what he says he's going to do, otherwise he won't be able to survive as long as we spread the news."

"Oh." Ling Yun nodded his head in realization, "By the way, what are all the code words you just mentioned."

The lanky cop briefly said a few, and Ling Yun memorized them one by one. Then asked carelessly, "Do you have anything else to say?"

The lanky policeman's heart trembled, he was not a rookie, and the subtext in Ling Yun's words was immediately realized with sensitivity. The fear that had just somewhat calmed down suddenly rushed to his mind like a harnessed wildebeest, and not knowing where the strength was born, he bounced up from the ground in a flash and viciously lunged at Ling Yun, "You said you would let ...... go."

Just the last word he could no longer say, the deep black baton with countless rubber particles after occupying his eyes, then deeply inserted into his mouth, and then pierced through the back of his head, bursting out blood mixed with white brain matter powerfully sprayed on the wall, wetting a large area at once.

"I lied to you." Watching the lanky policeman's corpse slip limply, Ling Yun muttered to himself.