Chapter Twenty-Six: Uproar at the Police Station

As soon as they entered the police station, Lin Hai and Lin Fan were led into separate interrogation rooms. A group of officers convened a brief meeting to discuss their strategy for questioning the two. Considering Lin Fan was merely an accomplice, little more than a sidekick, they decided to let him wait for a while—perhaps he would confess on his own. The sight of Lin Hai, however, irked them; they resolved to deploy their most seasoned officers for a relentless assault, aiming to break him first, determined to pry open his stubborn lips.

Inside the interrogation room, Lin Hai sprawled across his chair as if he were at home, legs crossed, humming a tune. “Hey, you over there! Brew some tea for your uncle. I don’t want green tea—black would be best, or Pu’er. Your uncle’s a bit sleepy, needs a pick-me-up!”

Opposite him sat a young man and woman, both officers, ignoring his unreasonable demands. The male officer, sorting through his documents with a stern expression, barked, “You’re old enough—stand properly, sit properly. What sort of behavior is this? Sit up straight! What’s your name?”

“Coffee works too!” Lin Hai replied, feigning ignorance with a grin.

“Gender? Age?” the female officer asked, eyes fixed on her computer as she read from the interrogation script.

“Hey, sweetheart, you look so lovely—why so cold? If there’s nothing else, even just a glass of water would do!” Lin Hai was genuinely parched. His mood had soared at home, lost in his thoughts, and hadn’t spared a moment for a drink.

No response. The male officer pressed on: “Place of origin? Home address?”

Damn, they’re ignoring me. Lin Hai grew irritated, retorting nastily, “Hell! Hey, little prick! Didn’t you hear me say I’m thirsty? Are you going to make me recycle myself right here, in front of your girlfriend?”

“Spouse? Any children?” The female officer, unflappable and composed, continued coldly.

“Widower! One daughter, no sons, house and car, monthly income over ten thousand! Girl, look at these stats—no one my age compares! I think you’re great. What do you think of me, huh?” Lin Hai began to flirt.

“You look so peculiar—what gives you the right to break the law? Do you disrespect women? Does your mother know?” The female officer met his banter with icy indifference.

“…”

After half an hour, the two officers finished their questions, stood, and left the room without a backward glance, as disengaged as someone dismissing a telemarketer.

Soon after, two middle-aged male officers entered, sat down with cold faces, and resumed the routine:

“What’s your name?”

“My name’s Chicken! Want some?”

“Gender? Age?”

“Last year, I bought a watch!”

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“Place of origin? Address?”

“I bet you bought a watch!”

…

The interrogators, unfazed by Lin Hai’s textbook resistance, continued their routine questioning, ignoring his antics. The exchange devolved into a farcical back-and-forth, neither side yielding, lasting nearly three hours.

Lin Hai truly experienced a battle of words, his throat dry, lips frothing. He maintained his momentum and bravado, venting his spleen, but after this prolonged verbal duel, he felt his energy draining rapidly. His kidneys felt hollow, and despite the tongue’s recirculation, his mouth tasted odd. After a day and night’s struggle, exhaustion set in.

The police, meanwhile, were relaxed; their strategy was to wear him down, to keep him dehydrated. Their advantage was clear—they could pause indefinitely and swap personnel at will, making things easier. Yet, facing Lin Hai, everyone felt as if they’d stepped in something foul—not harmful, just deeply irritating.

At this point, Lin Hai could barely hold out. He realized he needed to change tactics, couldn’t keep playing their game. “These bastards—won’t even give me a sip of water! Are they trying to kill me by thirst? Damn, a bunch of fools. Why not interrogate my nephew, who knows everything firsthand? All flock to torment me! No way, if this keeps up, I’ll end up like a cactus on their office desks, soaking up dust and blocking radiation. I need to scare them off, fast!”

Sensing the police were locked in a life-or-death standoff, Lin Hai quietly gathered his spiritual energy and suddenly shouted, loud and wild, “The police are wrongfully accusing good citizens, bullying the people, abusing their power, torturing for confessions!”

Though his primary arts were secret techniques, this soul-shaking attack by sound was unfamiliar, but more than sufficient against ordinary folk.

His resounding cry, powerful as a dragon’s roar, cracked the thick one-way glass beside him and shattered the intercom. Outside, officers and supervisors clutched their ears, writhing in pain on the floor.

The two officers opposite Lin Hai had no time to react; instantly losing their hearing, blood trickling from their ears, they stared at him in misery:

“Who said it’s not the fighting but the cultured thug you should fear? This old rogue isn’t cultured, but he has supernatural abilities! Is this considered a workplace injury? Can I apply for a commendation?”

“I never want to see this ugly bastard again! Damn! Did you have to shout just as my shift came up? Couldn’t you have waited five more minutes? I was about to rotate out!”

…

In an instant, the soundwave swept through the entire police station, sending everyone scrambling, thinking the station was under attack.

“Broad daylight, thunder from a clear sky! Heaven’s intervention! I’m more wronged than Dou E!” Lin Hai knelt and wailed.

Fully armed police swarmed in from all directions, filling the corridors. The elite officers inside slowly picked themselves up, bewildered by the scene inside and out.

“What’s going on? An earthquake?”

“Is this old man really innocent?”

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“Is he more than he seems, protected by spirits?”

“We’d better treat this old troublemaker with respect from now on!”

“When I interrogated him, I kicked him—will he hold a grudge?”

“…”

Thus, the interrogation of Lin Hai ended amid a storm of speculation.

After three hours, the police adjusted their tactics. Finding Lin Hai too difficult, they decided to abandon the effort and focus on Lin Fan instead.

On the other side, Lin Fan had waited over an hour, growing bored in the interrogation room. With nothing to do, he sat cross-legged and began to cultivate his practice.

Lin Fan, single-minded and focused, entered a meditative state, merging mind and spirit. The air around him surged with energy, soon filling the room with mist, transforming it into a scene of earthly paradise.

The officers, having recovered from Lin Hai’s room, arrived at Lin Fan’s door, reinvigorated. As they opened the door, a wave of powerful energy, accompanied by a fierce roar, blasted into them.

Trouble piled on trouble.

The energy wave slammed everyone in the corridor against the walls, shaking the entire station.

“Fire! Put it out!”

“Hurry, extinguish it! Is this guy spontaneously combusting?”

“What’s going on?”

“He’s burning down the station!”

“Where did you find these two absolute disasters?”

“…”

Inside the building, fire alarms blared; the automatic sprinkler system activated, spraying water everywhere. Office equipment tumbled, papers flew, water flooded the halls—chaos reigned.

Meanwhile, within the room, Lin Fan remained deep in meditation, unaware that his momentary whim had plunged the entire station into turmoil.

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