Chapter 49: Section Chief Du Wei

Two burly men’s fists were all blocked by Yang Xuan, not even brushing the edge of his clothes.

“You...” The two men’s faces changed dramatically.

“Try again.” Yang Xuan spoke coldly, closing the distance. His palms transformed into claws, aiming straight for the throats of the two men.

“No!” The two men panicked and hurriedly dodged.

Taking advantage of the moment, Yang Xuan grabbed their throats and lifted them off the ground.

He never expected that after devouring that malevolent spirit, his strength would reach such a level.

Joy surged within Yang Xuan’s heart.

“Y-you... let us go quickly!” The two men struggled and shouted.

“I can let you go, but you’ll have to pay protection fees first,” Yang Xuan said with a sly smile.

The two men instantly turned pale.

Protection fees?

What a joke!

Wasn’t this just robbery?

“Not paying?” Yang Xuan’s eyes turned cold as his palms tightened abruptly.

The sound of cracking bones echoed as the two men’s wrists were crushed, causing them to scream in agony.

“Don’t... don’t talk nonsense! Let us go immediately!” they howled in pain.

“That’s better!” Yang Xuan grinned brightly.

He then released them, tossing both aside.

Clutching their trembling arms, the two men glared at Yang Xuan with hatred.

If only they hadn’t been so careless earlier, they wouldn’t have been ambushed by him.

“Ahem... you’d better behave. Don’t give me any excuses,” Yang Xuan warned.

Hearing this, the two men immediately fell silent.

“All right, come with me to see the chief,” the Enchantress said with a smile.

“Okay.” Yang Xuan nodded.

Following her lead, they headed toward the rooms where criminals were detained.

Deeper inside, the prisoners became increasingly terrifying, some towering several stories high, like mountains.

“Chief, I’ve brought the person,” the Enchantress knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came a hoarse, deep voice from within.

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The Enchantress pushed the door open and gave Yang Xuan a knowing glance.

Yang Xuan followed her inside.

Before him was a spacious, well-lit interrogation room.

A middle-aged man with a square face and sharp features sat leisurely sipping tea.

“Chief, here is the person you asked for,” the Enchantress said respectfully.

“Oh?”

The man slowly lifted his head, his piercing eyes sweeping over Yang Xuan.

That single glance made Yang Xuan feel an icy chill as if plunging into an endless abyss, his soul nearly shattering.

Shaken in his heart, Yang Xuan realized why the Enchantress addressed this man as chief; his power clearly surpassed Du Qing’s.

“No wonder he’s a big shot. This world is even more dangerous than I imagined,” Yang Xuan thought to himself.

The middle-aged man’s gaze lingered on Yang Xuan for a long moment before he said coldly, “Kid, you must be the newcomer?”

“Yeah, I am. But I don’t want to join the Special Operations Division. I don’t see the need,” Yang Xuan said bluntly, unafraid to offend.

“Heh... bold, aren’t you? Do you know how many people beg to enter the Special Operations Division but don’t get the chance?” the man mocked.

“So what? I still don’t want to,” Yang Xuan replied calmly, his expression firm.

“Ha! Haven’t seen someone with such a personality in a long time. Kid, do you know how many formidable people are in the Special Operations Division?” the man asked with interest.

“No idea, but they probably aren’t stronger than me,” Yang Xuan answered honestly.

“If you’re that confident, then fight me. Win, and you’re free. Lose, and you’ll obediently join the Special Operations Division,” the man said.

At this, Yang Xuan raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and agreed.

“All right.”

“Wait.” At that moment, Du Qing suddenly stood up. “Dad, are you sure you want to fight him?”

The middle-aged man, Du Wei, waved his hand. “Du Qing, this is my agreement with this young brother. Don’t interfere.”

Du Qing’s expression flickered, hesitated briefly, then retreated to his seat.

“Little brother, let’s go outside,” Du Wei stood up and turned to leave.

Yang Xuan shrugged and followed Du Wei out of the office.

At the corridor’s far corner, Du Wei stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance with profound eyes.

Yang Xuan leaned against the wall, appearing nonchalant.

After a while, Du Wei asked, “Why didn’t you choose to join the Special Operations Division?”

Yang Xuan paused, then shook his head. “Because I don’t like doing those things.”

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“You don’t like it? Then what do you like? Singing opera? In truth, our work is similar. If you join us, we can offer you convenience since we have all kinds of advanced equipment and technology,” Du Wei said.

Yang Xuan smiled. “There are many things I like that you might not have.”

Du Wei frowned upon hearing this.

He sensed a trace of contempt in Yang Xuan’s tone.

“Kid, although you have talent, don’t be so arrogant,” Du Wei said sternly.

“I just want to quietly sing my opera,” Yang Xuan shrugged lazily.

“Hmph! Hope you don’t regret it,” Du Wei snorted heavily and strode away.

“Sigh...” Yang Xuan sighed helplessly. In this era, there are always fools who see themselves as saviors.

He didn’t have the leisure to save the world; he only wanted to live well each day.

Later, Yang Xuan returned to his office.

The Enchantress was already waiting. She smiled seductively. “Handsome, have you made up your mind?”

“No need to think about it. I refuse,” Yang Xuan said without hesitation.

The Enchantress frowned slightly, a flicker of unusual light in her beautiful eyes. “You’d better think carefully. The Special Operations Division is not like ordinary departments; it holds many secrets. If you join, you can avoid punishment.”

“Thanks for the kindness, but I really don’t like following routines. So, you should find someone else,” Yang Xuan smiled apologetically and left.

Watching Yang Xuan’s retreating figure, the Enchantress’s delicate face was filled with surprise and doubt.

“What is this kid’s background? He even dares to refuse Du Wei?”

“Forget it. He’s free now. If he doesn’t want to join, we won’t force him.”

After a moment’s thought, the Enchantress gave up persuading him.

She took out her phone and dialed a number. “Hello, it’s me.”

“I want you to investigate a young man named Yang Xuan. The more detailed, the better.”

Meanwhile, Yang Xuan was already on his way home.

Having been busy outside for some time, he hadn’t returned in a while.

The house was covered in a layer of dust, which he found annoying, so he summoned the Little Cleaver Ghost to help clean.

Under his command, the Little Cleaver Ghost swiftly tidied up the house.

After cleaning thoroughly, the Little Cleaver Ghost brought the groceries Yang Xuan had ordered online.