Volume One, Chapter 14: Winter Has Come
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Wang Peng was furious at the strong man’s mocking laughter, his anger flaring wildly. He charged forward and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks upon him. Yet the strong man, instead of getting angry, laughed even more brazenly. “You brat, haven’t eaten? Your strength is too weak! Hahaha...”
“You... I’ll kill you!”
Burning with youthful rage, Wang Peng could not endure such provocation. He immediately drew the police knife at his waist, ready to strike!
“Stop!”
Lin Yun was quick and alert, grabbing him firmly. “What’s the point of fighting someone who’s about to die?”
Lin Yun cast a cold glance at the strong man, his tone icy. “Very few who are sent here by the Paranormal Security Bureau last long. Let him be arrogant for a while longer.”
At Lin Yun’s words, the strong man’s laughter abruptly ceased, and a flicker of fear finally appeared on his pudgy face.
“Pah!”
Only then did Wang Peng’s fury subside slightly. He spat fiercely at the strong man, then ignored him.
The two dragged the strong man out of the interrogation room and threw him into a prison cell.
Perhaps frightened by Lin Yun’s words, the strong man kept his head lowered and said nothing throughout the journey, his thoughts unclear.
However, just as Lin Yun and Wang Peng turned to leave, the strong man suddenly raised his head, his gaze dark and viciously fixed on Lin Yun. Gritting his teeth, he continued, “The Seven Heroes of Xinghai City, the seven of us are one body, living and dying together! I suffer here, but my six brothers won’t abandon me. Kid, just wait—I want to see who dies first, you or me!”
Whether he said it to Lin Yun or to himself, his words were filled with madness.
Lin Yun, however, ignored him completely and left without a glance.
He had heard too many threats like this in prison!
Almost every criminal brought in would mention their backing, dreaming of being rescued.
But the reality was, of the roughly a thousand criminals Lin Yun had handled, not even eight hundred had a rescue attempt—and none had succeeded.
The Paranormal Prison’s defenses were impregnable. Who would dare come here to die?
Lin Yun couldn’t be bothered. After locking the cell door, he left. Just then, the “Prison Master’s Codex” in his mind vibrated faintly, indicating a new page had been added.
Criminal: Cao Feng
Crime Level: Three
Power Level: Advanced Paranormal User, 8th Rank
Status: Detained
Capture Contribution: 1%
Income: 25 experience points/hour
Tsk, this reward is on par with Liang Lifan’s level back then.
No wonder he’s called one of the “Seven Heroes of Xinghai City”—his strength matches the title!
When will the other six come to rescue him?
Cao Feng is the sixth brother already, ranked as an advanced paranormal user of the 8th level; the others must be even stronger.
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If they were all caught at once, the rate of experience gain would skyrocket.
Come on, don’t hold back—bring them on!
Lin Yun eagerly awaited their arrival.
For Lin Yun, having the sixth brother of the Seven Heroes of Xinghai City imprisoned was a trivial matter.
He continued his daily duties—patrolling, clocking in experience here and there—living quite comfortably.
As for Wang Peng, after being humiliated by Cao Feng, he nursed a grudge every day.
Whenever work started, he would go and hassle Cao Feng—whether by urinating into his food bowl, spitting at his cell from outside, or even throwing filth at him.
He drove Cao Feng to near madness with rage.
Lin Yun didn’t bother to intervene; young people holding grudges was normal.
Half a month passed like this until Wang Peng suddenly took five days off.
When he returned, it was as if he had transformed.
Although he still sought out Cao Feng daily, he no longer employed such petty tricks.
Lin Yun had seen several times Wang Peng standing outside Cao Feng’s cell, gripping a flashing police knife, eyes fixed inside as if ready to burst in and attack at any moment.
This kid was definitely up to something!
Lin Yun felt curious and wanted to find an opportunity to ask him.
But with the New Year approaching, the leaders were desperately packing the prison with new inmates to boost their performance metrics.
Sometimes several criminals arrived in a single day, of all sorts, and the cells on the first floor were nearly full.
Lin Yun was busy to the point of exhaustion and set Wang Peng’s matter aside for the time being.
“Phew—”
Lin Yun exhaled deeply and stood abruptly.
After completing his latest upgrade, he casually waved his hand, and the dead skin on his neck and arms fell away like paper scraps.
“I’ve reached Super Paranormal User, 3rd Rank!”
Within his abdomen, two newly formed white paranormal vortexes spun slowly, doubling his power.
“The ‘Flaming Body’ skill also upgraded! Level Six!”
Clenching his fist, Lin Yun felt the explosive energy surging within him, his eyes gleaming.
Level six of “Flaming Body” was absurdly powerful.
Strength, defense, and paranormal ability—all greatly enhanced!
“At this state, I doubt even advanced paranormal users on the same level could pierce my defense.”
Confidence soaring, at this pace, he would reach the peak paranormal user rank within six months.
“This is fantastic! Criminals keep flooding the prison like dumplings!”
His daily income had doubled during this period.
“The ‘Prison Master’s Codex’ is about to record four hundred people! Hahaha!”
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In high spirits, Lin Yun happily took a shower and changed into clean clothes.
Just as he stepped into the cell block, he heard a trembling old voice: “Officer Lin! Officer Lin! Have pity on me! Give me some clothes and bedding—this freezing cold is killing me!”
Turning, Lin Yun saw it was Zhang Mu, an elderly man shivering, his breath misting in the cold air.
“Damn! Has winter really arrived in Xinghai City?”
He had been so absorbed in cultivation lately that he hadn’t noticed!
No wonder his colleagues were looking at him strangely.
“Thanks to Old Zhang’s reminder, or I would have been exposed!”
Lin Yun turned and hurried back to change into his winter clothes.
“What? What did I remind you about?”
Zhang Mu was utterly confused.
“Thanks a lot, Old Zhang!”
Lin Yun quickly changed into his winter outfit and also brought some blankets for Zhang Mu as a token of thanks.
The other inmates nearby immediately grew envious and clamored for blankets or even some ragged cotton.
They all looked pitifully frozen.
“Get lost! Do I run a hotel? Why don’t you ask for the presidential suite while you’re at it? Dream on!”
Lin Yun couldn’t be bothered with their complaints. A bunch of paupers who wouldn’t yield much experience, wanting to mooch blankets?
Better if they froze to death—it would free up spots for the lottery. Those without paranormal skills could at least draw some experience points!
He gave Zhang Mu blankets because of his reminder.
Otherwise, in this bitter winter, how could Lin Yun—an “ordinary person”—still wear thin clothes without any signs of discomfort?
It would inevitably arouse suspicion.
It was understandable, though: as one’s paranormal level rose, the power infused beneath the skin reduced sensitivity to cold and heat.
Passing cell number seven, Lin Yun glanced at Cao Feng, imprisoned within.
The strong man was already battered beyond recognition, yet his mouth remained defiant. Upon seeing Lin Yun, he sneered, as if daring him: “If you have the guts, kill me!”
Lin Yun ignored him, but suddenly remembered that Wang Peng hadn’t been on duty for several days.
“Could something have happened?”
Frowning, Lin Yun decided to check on him after work since he had nothing else to do.
After all, following Wang Daqiang’s death, Wang Peng took over his father’s position, and Lin Yun had personally guided him through the responsibilities. He owed it to him to inquire.
After work, just as Lin Yun stepped out of the Paranormal Prison gate, Wang Peng’s family was already waiting outside.
One of them, Wang Li, Wang Daqiang’s second son, looked anxious.
“Lin Yun, it’s urgent! Wang Peng wants you to go outside the city to the Mountain God Temple in Qili Village!”