Chapter 105: The Ten Punishments of Law Enforcement

In an instant, the men of the Blood Hall surged forward like a tidal wave. Before long, the sounds of brutal, desperate fighting erupted within the rented apartment.

Ten minutes passed. On the second floor, aside from two men who managed to flee to the third, not a soul remained alive. Only then did Chen Erpao and Liu Huagang ascend the stairs.

On the third floor, seven men—among them the young leader and an elderly man in his fifties—were cornered in a corner of the main hall by dozens of elite Blood Hall fighters. The sheer terror etched onto their faces betrayed the depths of their shock and fear.

"It's you." The moment Chen Erpao stepped into the room, a gasp of disbelief rang out. The leader, who had been beaten to a pulp earlier that day at school, was now drenched in blood and covered in wounds.

Chen Erpao chuckled. "Surprised? You must not know that being a security guard in Hong Kong is a remarkably sacred profession! And that’s not to mention that I hold the title of Security Captain."

"What exactly do you want?" The leader’s face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and panic. At this moment, the oldest of the group, the man in his fifties, stepped forward.

"We have no grievance with you. Even if Ah Hu offended you earlier today, surely that doesn't warrant wiping us all out? Aren't you afraid of triggering a frenzied retaliation from the major factions on the mainland?"

"Perhaps your memory is failing with age. This is Hong Kong, and more specifically, Tuen Mun—where the Yi Gate reigns supreme. I know you’ve been planning to kidnap a college student named Wang Xuemei to extract a certain secret from her, haven't you?"

Chen Erpao smiled coldly. As soon as the words left his lips, the old man’s expression drained of all color.

"How could you possibly know that? Only the mainland factions know of this! Could it be that you have also discovered this secret and intend to..."

Chen Erpao’s eyes suddenly turned icy, radiating an overwhelming aura of murderous intent. "She is my woman—Chen Erpao’s woman. Given that, how could I, as a man, stand idly by? And how can you say we have no grievance?"

The old man said nothing more, seemingly realizing there would be no clean end to this day and that Chen Erpao would never let them walk away. In a flash, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he charged toward the side with the fewest guards, his remaining men following closely behind.

Chen Erpao scanned the group, his gaze settling on a panicked young man bathed in cold sweat. In the face of death, with no hope of escape, this man lacked the reckless courage and unyielding defiance of the others. It was clear he was a spineless coward.

With a cold sneer, Chen Erpao leaped forward, his hands moving like lightning to snatch the young man before him. The youth was terrified, his eyes wide with horror, yet he instinctively lashed out with a flurry of kicks.

Chen Erpao, eager to test the power of the second stage of the Nirvana Saint technique, felt his right palm glow with a faint, bronze hue. In a blur, he shattered the incoming kicks and seized the man’s leg, a surge of explosive force erupting from his grip.

With a sickening *crack*, the young man’s face went ghastly white, twisted in agony. He collapsed to the floor, unable to rise again; the bronze-hued palm had utterly crushed his leg bone.

"Agh..." With a final, desperate cry of frustration from the old man, the battle officially ended. Chen Erpao’s side had lost fewer than ten men, nearly half of whom had fallen to the old man himself—a testament to his formidable skill.

"Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!"

Chen Erpao stared coldly at the youth. Before he could even act, the man was already on his knees, tears and snot streaming down his face as he begged for mercy.

"Take him to the Enforcement Hall," Chen Erpao said with a look of disdain, turning to walk away.

The Yi Gate’s Enforcement Hall was a place that struck fear into the hearts of every member of the organization, simply for the weight of the word "enforcement." It was the last place any of them ever wanted to be.

When the Yi Gate was first established, the Enforcement Hall had lacked a suitable head, so Chen Erpao had held the post concurrently. Though it had the fewest personnel, it was the most formidable, as it held authority over the rules and order of the entire sect.

There were currently only ten enforcers, all personally selected by Chen Erpao. Each was responsible for a specific punishment, and together they maintained the discipline of the sect.

The young man lay trembling on the floor, his eyes darting around the dim, somber space. Ten bare-chested men stood around the room, each with a different type of punishment carved into their chests—the mere sight of which was enough to chill the blood.

"Speak. Tell me your purpose here and the structure of your organization. Perhaps you might die quickly, or perhaps you might live to see tomorrow’s sun. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you experience all ten of our Yi Gate punishments. If you don't die, I will let you go."

Chen Erpao stood like the master of this hellish underworld, possessing an infinite power to dictate the fate of anyone who entered. The youth did not doubt his words for a second; his mental defenses crumbled completely.

"I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you everything! I am a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect from the mainland. The old man who died earlier was one of our sect’s elders. He led me and several fellow disciples to Hong Kong in search of a legendary treasure. It is said that whoever possesses this treasure will not only gain immense wealth for generations but also obtain countless top-tier martial arts manuals, a suit of golden-thread armor, and the ultimate techniques of the treasure’s original owner."

"After arriving in Hong Kong, we found a lead that the descendant of the treasure’s owner was at Lingnan University. We only knew she had five black dots on the sole of her foot. After nearly half a year of investigation, we finally found her—Wang Xuemei. We never expected her to be connected to you."

"At the same time, many other mainland sects and clans learned of this through their own informants in the school and sent people to Hong Kong. While the Iron Sword Sect is powerful on the mainland, we didn't dare try to hoard the treasure alone and face the other factions. We formed an alliance with the Tongbei Fist Sect, the Invincible Gang, and the Wanfa Sect, intending to split the spoils. We never imagined that before we could get anything, we would end up dead in Hong Kong."

At the end of his confession, the young man’s face was filled with a desolate sorrow, mourning the fellow disciples he had lost—men with whom he had surely shared many cherished memories.