Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 39: Venting

"Get in!"

Accompanied by the clinking of chains, Fang Zheng was pushed into a room separated by iron bars. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The room wasn’t large, about a dozen square meters. It was already quite crowded, with most people squatting in the corners resting. Upon hearing the commotion, they all looked up.

"You guys."

Officer Lin shouted from outside:

"He’s only staying here temporarily. He’ll be interrogated later, so don’t mess with him."

"Yes, yes."

One of them nodded repeatedly, with a flattering smile on his face. As he watched Officer Lin leave, he immediately withdrew his expression, his gaze falling on Fang Zheng.

Particularly on the chains on his arms.

None of the others in the room were wearing these, as the iron bars were a barrier; they were only used during interrogations.

"Friend, did they forget to unlock the chains on your hands?"

Someone raised his chin and said:

"Shouldn’t you call them back?"

"No." Fang Zheng lowered his head, expressionless:

"Doesn’t matter."

After all, he’ll have to put them back on later.

"Magnanimous!"

Among the people in the room, the one who stood out was a man sitting cross-legged against the wall with arm tattoos.

This man was burly, with a fierce face. Complex tattoos covered his arms and went halfway up his neck, his copper bell-like eyes exuding an evil aura, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

He had a few people clustered around him, likely a gang.

He clapped his hands and asked casually:

"What did you do to get in?"

"It’s a misunderstanding," Fang Zheng said:

"I didn’t do anything."

"Ha!" The tattooed man sneered:

"Save that for them, will you?"

Fang Zheng remained silent, his face sullen, his hands alternately clenching and relaxing. His eyes flickered back and forth as countless thoughts swirled in his mind.

The Fang Family’s porcelain...

It must be with Qi Yuan now.

Qi Yuan had Qiao and others take him up the mountain, one, to allow Da Wei and Sister Lianlian to get revenge, and two, to create an opportunity to steal the porcelain.

That porcelain was a Fang Family heirloom, his uncle’s lifeblood!

Thinking of this made Fang Zheng’s anger surge.

Damn Qi...

He deserves to die!

And then there’s the Hundred Days Foundation Establishment.

Just a little more, and it’d be complete perfection.

But now...

Even though it was almost complete, those few days might become a lifelong regret.

He could travel back to the Otherworld to complete the last step, but...

How to explain it to people?

"Hey!"

Someone approached and shouted, forcefully pushing Fang Zheng’s shoulder:

"Didn’t you hear my big bro asking you a question?"

Fang Zheng stepped back, furrowing his brows:

"Sorry, I was just thinking. I didn’t hear."

"Didn’t hear?" The man sneered:

"Then what’s the use of your ears? Just eating rice! You dare to ignore my big bro’s question? I think you need to be taught a lesson!"

"..." Fang Zheng’s face tightened, speaking slowly:

"Don’t mess with me."

"Oh?"

The man raised an eyebrow, glancing back at his companions. They all burst into laughter, and as his smile vanished, he swung a slap directly at Fang Zheng.

"Tough, huh? Asking for a beating!"

"Bam!"

A muffled sound rang out.

The slap didn’t land on Fang Zheng’s face; instead, the man’s face turned blue-purple, his whole body bending over, retching heavily.

"Sto... stomach..."

At the moment the man moved, Fang Zheng kicked him right in the abdomen, the massive force causing the man’s intestines to spasm intensely.

Then a sidekick sent the man flying out.

"Fuck!"

"He still dares to fight!"

"Get him!"

Seeing this, the men beside the tattooed leader turned pale and roared, getting up to act.

"Swoosh!"

The figures moved rapidly. At that moment, Fang Zheng was like a powder keg ignited at a touch, his rage propelling him toward the others.

No need for them to make a move, he had already charged over himself.

Fist Smash!

Half-Step Collapse!

"Bam!"

One man was lifted off the ground, slamming heavily against the wall.

Fang Zheng’s face remained expressionless. He swayed his body, approaching another person, grabbed the person’s collar with both hands, and lifted them high in the air.

With a forceful swing, over a hundred pounds of body weight was thrown straight out.

"Thud!"

"Ah!"

Despite being shackled, he was like a tiger among sheep. With a flurry of punches and kicks, his inhuman strength could send people flying with a single collision.

The five men, including the tattooed leader, were like straw dolls under his hands, unable to resist.

Aside from the fattest ones, a person’s strength typically correlated with their weight.

A person weighing sixty kilograms would not have the power of someone weighing one hundred, although training could close the gap, but their potential was different.

Boxing,

is also divided by weight class.

But Fang Zheng...

His build couldn’t be considered burly, his weight just above average, yet his strength reached a world-class level.

It was like a beast was inhabiting his flesh.

"Clang..."

Someone slammed into the iron bars, the loud noise finally alerting the Public Security Bureau staff outside.

"What’s going on?"

"Stop!"

"Stop it now!"

Several officers charged in with electric batons, constantly shouting.

Fang Zheng glared coldly, grabbing the tattooed man’s hair, snorting through his nose, and lashing out with a whip-like kick, producing a crisp sound.

"Crack!"

The tattooed man flew sideways, slamming hard against the wall, slowly sliding down, his body occasionally twitching, froth bubbling from his nose and mouth.

In front of the entire Public Security Bureau, he continued to beat others.

"Help!"

One less injured person rushed madly to the iron door, continually slapping it with hands full of fear and terror:

"Help!"

"He’s a madman!"

"Madman..."

"Fang Zheng, stop." Officer Lin urgently ordered:

"Someone wants to see you."

Fang Zheng looked up, halting his actions.

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"Ouch..."

"It hurts!"

In the room, the tattooed group huddled together, occasionally crying out in pain, the obvious bruises on their faces showing no sign of fading soon.

"Brother Sun."

Receiving medicine from an officer, the tattooed man’s mouth twitched as he asked:

"What’s with that guy?"

"How... is he so ruthless?"

Taking on five people single-handedly, their retaliation was nearly nonexistent, beaten black and blue in moments, almost to the point of severe injury.

His strikes were way too merciless!

They wouldn’t even dare to fight like this outside, especially here at the Public Security Bureau,

"Heh!" The officer chuckled lightly:

"You got off easy. Yesterday, six men died by his hands, including a two-meter-tall professional boxer he beat to death."

"I warned you not to provoke him."

"Ah!" The tattooed man was speechless, exclaiming:

"Damn! Why did you put someone like him in here?"

"Temporarily detained." The officer replied:

"He might be coming back later."

"Ah!"

"I want a room change!"

"Room change!"

Not only the tattooed man, but everyone else in the room also had a huge change in their expressions, shouting madly. Clearly, no one wanted to share a room with a madman.

......

"Master."

"Hmm." Guo Ziran sat opposite, separated by bars, scrutinizing him from top to bottom before letting out a light humph:

"You’ve grown some guts, even daring to kill now."

Fang Zheng remained silent.

He was unwilling to lie to those he respected.

"Enough."

Guo Ziran shook his head:

"I didn’t come here to make you confess."

"Thank you, Master."

"You know I took on three disciples before you, right?" Guo Ziran looked up, his eyes melancholy. Without waiting for Fang Zheng to reply, he continued:

"My first disciple was Zhou Ping’s brother."

"His brother... was beaten to death in front of him by someone on the street, so Zhou Ping harbors deep resentment for certain people and thus joined the Public Security Bureau."

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly.

No wonder Zhou Ping had such a rigid personality; it seems a younger experience traumatized him.

"The third disciple..."

Guo Ziran sighed softly:

"Did not turn out well. The reason I find myself in this situation is because of him. Your senior brother fears you might end up like him."