Chapter 219: My Father, the Iron Man
by xennovelChapter 219: My Father, the Iron Man
In a past life, Xiao Yu knew about Aunt Chao Yang.
In this life, even this security guard uncle is pretty remarkable.
If you don’t become a secret agent, you’re wasting your talent!
Without waiting for further orders from Xiao Yu, the Criminal Investigation Team sprang into action.
A red Lamborghini?
Such a car is rare in any city, and the driver is a young man.
Hmm, eight years ago he was a youth; now he must be in his thirties.
In under half an hour, the vehicle’s details and the owner’s information were laid out before Xiao Yu.
Peng Junlong, 31, a local with no job; his father, Peng Xiaoguo, is the head of a construction company in Bincheng with billions in assets…
“Rich second generation?”
Xiao Yu looked up at the villa and sneered, “Makes sense—otherwise, who would casually hand over a half-million-dollar house without even transferring the title? Or, you had some plan for the villa, right?”
He had handled plenty of second-generation crime cases before.
These crimes were carried out without remorse, completely disregarding the law.
Some cases even defied human comprehension.
Seventy percent of these second-generation crimes had one purpose.
Chasing thrills!
……
Night.
At one of Bincheng’s well-known nightclubs.
Upon entering the club, Xiao Yu couldn’t help but squint.
Blistering music, a roaring crowd, seductive women, and 153 wildly energetic young men.
Flashing lights, hypnotic beats, frenzied bodies, swirling silhouettes, and an air thick with smoke and alcohol…
Is this what a nightclub is supposed to be like?
It wasn’t as if Xiao Yu lacked experience.
In both his past and present lives, he’d never really had a chance to experience such a scene.
After all, which cop have you ever seen dancing in a club?
Xiao Yu quickly adapted to the atmosphere, though Guo Qiang and the others behind him frowned in confusion at these youngsters.
Of course, many of the young people were equally baffled by the presence of several middle-aged men trailing behind him.
After all, it was rare to see people of that age in such places.
Ignoring the young men and women around him, Xiao Yu’s gaze settled on a spacious private room.
Nightclubs are filled with private rooms.
Some are open, others completely enclosed, and there are even upscale lounges and VIP booths.
In Xiao Yu’s eyes, one fully enclosed room—with transparent glass revealing a mix of handsome men and alluring women—caught his attention.
He strode over, reached the entrance, and pushed the door open.
Inside, nine people sat on a sofa—six men and three women.
Except for the man in the center, who appeared to be in his thirties, the others looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five.
These young men exuded a roguish vibe; two were shirtless, their bodies covered in tattoos.
They might as well have had the words ‘We’re the street gang’ emblazoned on their faces.
Signaling for Guo Qiang and the rest to guard the door, Xiao Yu walked toward the man seated at the center.
His entrance left everyone in the room visibly startled.
They were taken aback by his imposing look.
They’d seen plenty of celebrities; handsome men were nothing new.
But someone like him was a rare sight.
Even the three stunning women couldn’t keep their eyes off him.
A few young men wore unabashed expressions of envy as they glanced his way.
The man in the middle looked puzzled and his gaze turned cold as he watched Xiao Yu approach.
“Peng Junlong?”
Standing before him, Xiao Yu appraised him briefly.
“Who the hell are you? Why are you talking to Brother Long like that?”
A tattooed youngster leaped up, pointing at Xiao Yu and screaming insults.
Wasn’t this exactly the kind of scene where the hero gets a slap? Xiao Yu shot the young man a cold look, then turned to Peng Junlong and declared, “Police!”
With those two words, the room fell silent aside from the fading music.
Did they really think anyone could act tough in front of the police?
Such audacity is rarely seen in real life!
“Hehe!”
Peng Junlong sneered, tilting his head and shooting a sidelong glance at Xiao Yu, “Are you kidding me? Where would we find a police officer as young as you?”
Xiao Yu said nothing, simply locking eyes with him.
In that gaze, he saw a flash of panic and fear as Peng’s eyes darted toward the door.
“Looks like you’re in the clear then.”
Maintaining a calm demeanor, Xiao Yu said, “Let’s go. Come with me for questioning…”
“Damn you!”
Peng Junlong suddenly sprang to his feet, seized a bottle, and hurled it at Xiao Yu’s head.
Assaulting an officer?
Is he out of his mind?
No—he was merely trying to make a run for it!
A smirk tugged at Xiao Yu’s lips.
What kind of situation would drive someone to risk assaulting a cop just to escape?
Bang!
A powerful kick shattered the bottle.
Spinning around, Xiao Yu swung his leg once more.
Bang… his foot crashed onto Peng Junlong’s face.
Pinning him down on the sofa.
“You’d be better off cooperating,” he remarked.
With his foot on Peng Junlong’s face, Xiao Yu leaned in and said to the panic-stricken man, “Now that I’m here, you really think you can run?”
The young men around were visibly terrified.
Did they really expect to take on Xiao Yu?
Come on, get real.
What century do they think they’re in, acting like gangsters and daring to challenge the police?
Moreover, when Xiao Yu made his move…
Guo Qiang, Li Xin, and Liu Hongqiao burst into the room, each brandishing a police gun.
Their dark barrels were aimed squarely at the group inside.
Feeling frightened yet?
In a scene like this, there was no room for screams.
Everyone fell silent, too scared to utter a sound.
Peng Junlong was cuffed.
Not only him, but everyone in the room was taken away.
Outside the nightclub.
The Criminal Investigation Team had already sealed off both the front and back exits.
A SWAT team was on standby.
When lives are on the line, no measure is too small.
Half an hour later.
Inside the Criminal Investigation Team’s interrogation room.
Cuffed to an interrogation chair, Peng Junlong no longer exuded the bravado he once had with that bottle in hand.
His face was ashen, and his demeanor filled with fear.
Xiao Yu didn’t immediately begin questioning; he sent Guo Qiang to fetch Xie Shasha for identification.
“That’s him,” Xie Shasha confirmed.
Through the glass, Xie Shasha pointed at Peng Junlong, “Three years ago, he was one of the trio!”
That settled it… Xiao Yu waved for Xie Shasha to be taken away, then stepped into the interrogation room.
“What do you want from us?”
Seeing Xiao Yu enter, Peng Junlong bellowed, “Do you know who I am? How dare you police treat me like this?”
Xiao Yu snorted, “Don’t you even know who you are?”
Peng Junlong: …
Is that all you got?
I was warning you!
“My father…” Peng Junlong began to shout once more.
“What, is your father Iron Man?”
Xiao Yu recalled a joke from Spider-Man.
The first Spider-Man relied on mutation.
The second on technology and mutation.
The third Spider-Man: My father, Iron Man!
Peng Junlong was left speechless once again.
“Who cares who your dad is now.”
Xiao Yu shook his head and said, “You killed someone!”
At those words,
Peng Junlong’s face turned ashen.
An uncontrollable terror spread across his eyes and features.
Sure enough… Xiao Yu’s expression turned ice-cold.
Rich second-generation types…
are the worst!