Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 828 - 75 Handle with Care, Beware of Bumping

Huo Dali crashed through the window frame like a raging bull, destroying the makeshift trap of bamboo poles and iron nails as if it were nothing.

The saying "One strength crushes ten techniques" is apt—once power reaches a certain level, all schemes and tricks become laughable.

At first, during the chase, he held back slightly, worried that they might be allies who mistakenly stumbled into each other. But the other party kept using underhanded methods like scattering lime and digging traps, completely igniting his fury.

Now he had driven this rat to a dead end.

The masked man in black leaned against the wall, panting heavily as he stared at the figure before him—an imposing hulk that seemed like a ghost or demon.

"Friend, the Jianghu World is vast, mountains don’t move but water does. Why push things to the extreme?"

Seeing no way out, the man in black was forced to beg for mercy.

Huo Dali sneered, "If you are truly a friend from the Jianghu World, then give me your name. Otherwise, how do you dare speak of friendship?"

The man in black hesitated for a moment, then removed his mask and cupped his fists. "I am Li Wei, known in the Jianghu World as the Golden Swallow. I came here on someone else’s request..."

"You’re from the Swallow Sect?"

"That’s right..."

As soon as he heard this, Huo Dali knew the man wasn’t speaking a word of truth.

He had personally encountered people from the Swallow Sect.

The so-called "female flying thief" rumors on the streets were all the result of common folk’s stereotypes. In reality, that girl surnamed He was not only a master of poison techniques but also exceptional at grappling... And most importantly, she carried a natural aura of defiance and fearlessness.

Her Junior Martial Uncle was just the same.

One look and you’d know their bearing was entirely out of sync with people of this era.

But the guy in front of him... his Chinese wasn’t even fluent, and yet here he was trying to bluff.

Huo Dali let out a cold laugh, grabbed the nearby stone mill with a reverse motion, and hurled it at him.

At the same time, seeing the dire situation, the man in black immediately pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Huo Dali, ready to pull the trigger.

If it weren’t for being driven to this point, he actually hadn’t wanted to shoot—there were new military troops stationed nearby, and if the gunfire alarmed those Big-Headed Soldiers, then...

But at this very moment, the wall behind him suddenly collapsed, and a pair of hands punched through the rubble, swiftly grabbing his neck and wrist, immobilizing the trigger so he couldn’t fire.

Meanwhile, the stone mill spinning mid-air suddenly stopped, silently returning to its original position.

Huo Dali was shocked and about to retreat when someone silently approached him from behind, placed both hands on his shoulders, and gently neutralized the force he had just gathered.

"Relax, we’re on the same side!"

The person behind him spoke while pulling him out of the courtyard.

"Old Wang! Be gentle! We need him alive!"

"Got it."

Then, Huo Dali saw Wang Yunxiao—as formidable as ever—carrying the man in black like a chicken and following him out.

"Is he alive?"

"Of course!"

"Let’s go, hand him over to Cheng Feng!"

At this point, the person behind him let go, allowing Huo Dali to regain his mobility. He noticed shadowy figures moving stealthily in the surroundings.

Though they looked like professional soldiers, they were far sharper than the Western armies and domestic new troops he’d encountered before.

He had chased all the way here, yet hadn’t noticed their presence at all.

"Sorry to scare you, old chap," the young man behind him chuckled. "This person’s trail is suspicious; we’ll take care of him first, okay?"

Suspicious? You all seem suspicious as hell!

Huo Dali said gravely, "No problem handing him over to you, but I want to know where he came from too. Let me follow and take a look, okay?"

The group exchanged glances. One of them said, "Local matters should be settled by locals. We can’t overstep. Huo Daxia, if you’re interested, come find us tomorrow morning at Riverfront Road 28."

Riverfront Road 28...

Huo Dali mentally repeated the address, then nodded. "Alright! I’ll find you then!"

......

"Handle him gently! Don’t kill him!"

Everyone was pumped after finally catching a live target.

This successful operation was entirely thanks to Cheng Feng, who had rushed back the previous night.

The Secretary Bureau professionals were sharp—they conducted some enigmatic maneuvers and swiftly confirmed the suspicion posed by Wang Yunxiao and company: there was indeed a force covertly instigating trouble.

Then, through precise arrangements, they managed to fish this small fry out.

Strictly speaking, capturing someone like him didn’t require a crowd, but nobody wanted to miss the chance and eventually everyone tagged along.

What can you say? Everyone’s been pent up lately, tensions high, itching for action.

Distrust ran deep between them too—especially with Han Bin, whom Wang Yunxiao and Yan Yu’an both regarded as a powder keg ready to explode at the smallest spark. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Han Bin vehemently denied this perception, insisting he was perfectly composed and emotionally stable.

In contrast, Cheng Feng’s mental state was visibly better; he didn’t handle arrests but was tasked with interrogations.

When Wang Yunxiao returned with his men, they saw Cheng Feng had already prepared an assortment of interrogation tools.

Oddly, these were all ordinary household items like knives, forks, and bowls.

"What’s this ear scoop for?"

"To clean ears, of course." Cheng Feng hung his coat on the door, rolled up his sleeves, and waved them off. "You all get out of here. Don’t interfere with my work."

"We wanted to learn!"

"Yeah, broaden our horizons!"

"Out!"

They had no choice; in professional domains, the expert’s word is final.

Once the door shut, Han Bin plopped down outside, grabbed a bag of sunflower seeds from his pocket.

Clearly, he didn’t plan to leave.

Everyone around had sharp ears. Even a single wooden door couldn’t muffle the sounds from inside.

They could almost envision the scene within.

"Don’t be nervous. We’re civilized people. If you’re willing to cooperatively confess, that would be best."

"Mmph? Mmmph mm mmph!"

"No rush. I can see you’re not mentally prepared yet; let’s eat something first, deepen mutual understanding."

"Mmmph mmmph—"

This heart-to-heart lasted a full half hour, with Cheng Feng doing all the talking—he never removed the gag from the man’s mouth.

Han Bin, listening outside, broke into a sweat.

Yan Yu’an silently mouthed mockery at him: "You stabbed her sister."

"That’s irrelevant..."

"Almost killed her."

"Can you drop it?"

Another half hour passed before the noise inside finally ceased. Cheng Feng stepped out, wiped sweat off his forehead with a towel. His fingers were immaculate, showing no trace of torture.

Wang Yunxiao peeked through the cracked door and saw neatly arranged utensils beside the captive.

One of his feet was missing.

"We’ve obtained the intel, and it’s very serious," said Cheng Feng solemnly as he sat down. "This timeline isn’t as stable as we thought. Fusang People have traveled back from the future to form a secret organization called ’Huitian.’"

"The organization’s main goal is to help their nation win World War II in the future era."