Skilled in managing a house

The lights were on in the interrogation room, and Zhang Yu could see clearly after entering. There was a row of tables in front of him, and there was no one behind the tables.

Opposite the table, there is an iron cage, and a person is sitting in the iron cage. This man had white hair, and because his back was to Zhang Yu, that was all that could be seen.

Zhang Yu walked forward slowly, came to the table, then turned around and looked at the person sitting in the iron cage.

This man looks to be around sixty years old, with white hair, but his appearance is still young, not like an ordinary person who is old at this age. Obviously, it is very well maintained on weekdays.

Zhang Yu had already seen Han Guang's photo and knew that this person was Han Guang without a doubt.

He looked Han Guang up and down. Han Guang seemed puzzled when he saw Zhang Yu coming in alone, and he also kept looking at Zhang Yu. The two people's eyes quickly met, and there was no intention of shrinking from each other.

The two looked at each other for half a minute before Zhang Yu said calmly: "Are you Han Guang?"

"Yes, who are you? You don't seem to be a patrol officer." Han Guang said calmly.

"You have a good sense..." Zhang Yu smiled slightly and said, "I am indeed not a patrol officer."

"Since you are not a patrol officer, how did you get in? Believe it or not, I complained to the person who let you in!" Han Guang said sharply.

"If you want to complain, you must first be able to get out from here." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Han Guang said coldly.

"It's very simple. From your eyes, it's not difficult for me to see that you are a cultivator. Moreover, you are not from a famous and decent sect, but an evil heretic." Zhang Yu said seriously.

With Zhang Yu's ability, he can basically determine whether the other party is a cultivator by looking at it, unless he is a particularly powerful master. Now that he knew that Han Guang was a cultivator, Zhang Yu simply pointed it out and gave his opponent a knock on the mountain to shake the tiger.

"I don't understand you at all about people from well-known and upright families and evil heretics!" Han Guang said directly.

"I don't understand... Hahahaha..." Zhang Yu couldn't help laughing and said: "Since you don't understand, it's easy..."

As he spoke, he walked towards Han Guang. In Han Guang's iron cage, a pair of hands were outside the cage with handcuffs on them.

Coming closer, Zhang Yu grabbed Han Guang's pulse gate. This time he could really feel that there was true energy in Han Guang's body, and the true energy was not weak.

"What are you doing!" Han Guang was immediately anxious when his pulse gate was caught by Zhang Yu.

"Didn't you say that you don't understand what I said? Then I will let you understand. Do you believe it or not, as long as I take action now, I can cripple your muscles and veins, and even directly break your Dantian. All your years of practice will go down the drain!" Zhang Yu said in a threatening tone.

Han Guang really didn't expect that he would meet a master practitioner in the patrol main room and expose his details directly. But he still said bravely: "It's true that I am a cultivator, but I am not some evil heretic! Don't mess around!"

"You are not an evil heretic, so tell me where your master is? Also, why do the magic weapons in your safe at home have evil auras?" Zhang Yu said coldly.

"What..." Han Guang couldn't help being shocked when he heard this, and said nervously: "You... you have been to my house..."

"With my ability, it shouldn't be difficult for me to go to your house for a stroll. I just didn't expect that there would be such unexpected gains. You old guy has so many magic weapons at home, and you can even I have robes, I admire you, I admire you..." Zhang Yu said with a faint smile.

"I...I..." Han Guang knew that his true identity had been revealed by the other party. He could only bite the bullet and said, "What do you want?"

"Tell me, where did you learn this skill? Where did you get these magic weapons? How many evil things have you done with this skill? If you dare to say anything, "Xu Yan, don't blame me for destroying you on the spot!" Zhang Yu said harshly.

"This...this..." Han Guang could tell that Zhang Yu was definitely not an alarmist. If his Dantian was broken on the spot, he would have no temper at all. Even if you look for a cassock for identification, it is impossible to identify anything wrong with it. After all, ordinary people do not have true energy. Therefore, in this kind of thing, even if you file a lawsuit, you can't win, you can only suffer a dumb loss. As for fighting Zhang Yu, how could he fight Zhang Yu when he was still wearing handcuffs?

After hesitating for a moment, Han Guang said helplessly: "Okay...I said..."

Zhang Yu nodded with satisfaction, let go of Han Guang's wrist, and took a step back. He didn't say anything, just waiting for Han Guang to say it himself.

Han Guang smiled bitterly and said: "I learned this skill from an old man in prison. He also gave me these magic weapons, but I don't know whether I am good or evil, let alone use these skills. Have you done anything outrageous?"

"Who are you trying to fool here!" Hearing this, Zhang Yu immediately got angry. He opened his eyes and said angrily: "You are a person who has been in prison and has a criminal record. You don't have much capital in the first place. If you didn't rely on this How could you possibly be where you are today with your own abilities! If you still dare to hide it, then I’m sorry, I will destroy you now!”

After saying that, he made a gesture to step forward again.

Seeing this, Han Guang hurriedly said: "If you have something to say, if you have something to say..."

"I would like to have a good talk with you, but you don't know how to flatter me, so how can I talk to you properly. So, I can only destroy you first, and then we can talk." Zhang Yu said coldly.

"No, no, no, no... listen to me..." Han Guang said quickly: "I was twenty-five years old back then. I was sentenced to three years and six months for fighting and causing minor injuries. After I was imprisoned , there was an old man in prison who was nearly sixty years old, and he was bullied all day long. I really couldn't stand it, so I stood up for the old man and started a fight with his bully. When I was young, I was very strong. Individual, but I was still on a par with me, and we were both injured. Since then, I have become famous in the cell, and no one dares to bully the old man anymore. His sentence is fifteen years in total. , at that time, he had already served more than half of his sentence and only had more than three years left. He was released from prison a month earlier than me. Before he was released from prison, he told me that he would come back to pick me up on the day I was released from prison... In fact, I thought it was a polite sentence at the time. Cliche, but I didn’t expect that on the day I was released from prison, he actually came to pick me up... He invited me to a restaurant for dinner, and asked me what my plans were. I said that my parents had died long ago, and I just helped people fight every day. What plans could there be for me to make a living, so naturally I would seek refuge with my former friends and see if I could do anything... When the old man saw what I said, he said that this was not a long-term solution and asked me to go with him. He will give me a bright road..."