As Wang Yun threw the liquid onto the six men, the three in front were immediately covered. Suddenly, a blaze erupted.

“Boss, help me!” one of the henchmen screamed in terror.

“Move aside, this stuff is toxic!”

“Run to the side, don’t drag us down!”

With just a small amount of the chemical liquid, Wang Yun threw them into complete disarray.

Seeing them scatter, Wang Yun quickly grabbed his slingshot and started shooting at them with lightning speed. Three glass shard balls struck their foreheads. Blood flew instantly. The three men were incapacitated, clutching their heads and writhing on the ground in agony.

“Dammit, kill him!”

The boss couldn’t take it anymore. With only four men left and Wang Yun just ten meters away, he started shooting wildly.

Bullets flew, and the wooden cabinet Wang Yun used for cover was quickly shot through. He had to retreat further back.

Luckily, the alley was narrow and cluttered with debris. Wang Yun’s speed allowed him to dodge the bullets by mere inches.

‘If this continues, I’ll end up full of holes,’ Wang Yun thought, sweating profusely.

His slingshot was becoming ineffective.

Struggling to stay calm, he scanned the surroundings. Each house had an awning to keep out the rain, and the walls were smooth with no handholds. But these obstacles were nothing for Wang Yun. He had climbed nearly vertical cliffs before.

Springing into action, Wang Yun leaped up, grabbing the two-meter-high awning. With a strong push, he vaulted onto the roof.

Standing on the edge, Wang Yun watched the group below, who were still firing aimlessly in the dark. They hadn’t noticed his maneuver.

The drug lord cautiously peeked out. His eyes were filled with malice as he looked toward where Wang Yun had just stood. His henchmen advanced while he stayed shielded behind them, unaware that Wang Yun had already taken aim at his bald head from above.

In the next moment, a sharp object sliced through the air, hitting the drug lord’s head.

“Ah!”

Blood immediately obscured the drug lord’s vision as he instinctively clutched his head, dropping his gun to the ground.

‘This is it!’

Wang Yun saw the gun fall under a nearby bicycle. Everyone’s attention was on their injured boss, giving Wang Yun the perfect opportunity. He quickly jumped down from his perch.

Using the momentum, he kicked one henchman away and followed up with a left hook, knocking another to the ground.

“Ah, I’ll kill you!”

The drug lord, now face-to-face with Wang Yun, ignored the gaping wound on his forehead and charged at him with rage. But to Wang Yun, his movements were painfully slow.

“Overestimating yourself,” Wang Yun scoffed.

He raised his knee slightly, landing a precise strike to the drug lord’s chest with a sickening crack. The sound of ribs breaking echoed clearly in the night.

Wang Yun bent down and picked up the fallen gun.

By the time the remaining henchmen realized what had happened, they found themselves staring down the barrel of the gun.

“No, please don’t kill me, big brother!”

“I know I was wrong, big brother!”

The three conscious henchmen quickly dropped to their knees, terror etched across their faces. The drug lord slowly raised his head, clutching both his bleeding head and shattered chest. His face was twisted in agony.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you!” he pleaded, his voice trembling. “I made a mistake before, but you’re unharmed. I have money, lots of money!”

Wang Yun snorted at the offer.

“Money? Do you know how much I earn per day on this show? I don’t need your dirty money.”

As Wang Yun finished speaking, the distant sound of police sirens drew closer. Soon, bright lights shone on the scene.

The police had arrived.

When the police arrived, they were stunned by the scene. Flames roaring, debris everywhere, and Wang Yun holding a gun on the captured criminals. Their jaws dropped.

“Brother, is that you?” one of the officers exclaimed. “Aren’t these the guys we’ve been looking for? Did you take them down?”

As the officers processed the scene, neighbors began shouting.

“There’s a fire! Someone’s house is on fire! Put it out!”

Wang Yun took a deep breath, looking at the blazing building. “I started the fire. It was an emergency, but there shouldn’t be much damage. If there is, the show will cover it. Also, these guys buried a lot of weapons in the back hills. Have them show you.”

He quickly briefed the officers. The lead officers swiftly took the gun from Wang Yun and efficiently cuffed the criminals. Some officers stayed behind to fight the fire while Wang Yun accompanied the others to the back hills.

“Brother, I’ve admired you for a long time. How did you take them down?” one of the officers babbled as they walked. “Was that slingshot yours? How did you get that guy’s head to bleed like that?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m just curious,” the officer added, his eyes filled with admiration.

Wang Yun’s name had already become legendary at their station. Although they couldn’t watch the fugitive show, they had found clips online. Wang Yun’s recent feat of dismantling an assassin organization hadn’t gone unnoticed, despite the secrecy.

And now, here he was, having single-handedly subdued the remnants of a notorious drug cartel.

“It was a homemade weapon. I don’t have a gun,” Wang Yun replied, glancing around to signal he didn’t want to discuss it further.

It was surreal: a fugitive on a show chatting with police officers.

At the back hills, one of the drug dealers pointed to a spot beneath a tree. They dug up a leather bag from the tree roots. Inside was an arsenal of weapons. This firepower was enough for a small militia.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by Aunomay