Unfortunately, such a straightforward thing can only be accomplished by legendary immortals like Little Spirit, Little Sky, Lucy Red, and Mary Nelson, who can fly on swords and leap like marbles.

James Carter could neither write such poetry nor do anything so decisive. Facing more than a dozen heavy guns and their dark muzzles, he could only raise his hands and dared not resist any further; otherwise, he’d end up with a dozen extra holes in his body for no good reason, which was obviously not a very interesting prospect.

“Good grief!” The six detectives who had been flipped over by James Carter’s “Centipede Leap” all sprang up like carp leaping from water, quickly drawing their guns. Seeing James Carter raise his hands, they finally approached, pointing their guns at him and shouting, “Don’t move!” “Squat down!” Though their words were fierce, their hands didn’t move.

Unlike usual arrests, where any resistance from the suspect would be met with punches and kicks, the move just now had left the detectives present utterly shocked!

The “Centipede Leap” in Xingyi Boxing was a movement created by internal martial arts masters after observing how centipedes jump. In the late Qing and early Republican era, the top master Sun Lutang used this very move to flip over six Japanese experts! Although internal martial arts aren’t as good at breaking stones as external styles, in real combat, they’re much more practical, and they also promote health and longevity. Unfortunately, James Carter had only learned this one move, plus some flashy routines. The key elements like breathing and energy control couldn’t be mastered without a patient master’s guidance and dedicated teaching.

The girls present had never seen such a scene before. As soon as the guns were drawn, they all screamed. The boys’ faces turned ashen, and they shrank into the corners, leaving only Daniel Thompson, who had been possessed by a spirit and knocked out by James Carter’s palm, unconscious.

Lily Turner and Emily Bolton were relatively calm, their eyes complex as they looked at James Carter, who was being held at gunpoint. “Everyone, don’t panic!” Emily Bolton was clearly used to big scenes and stepped forward. “What’s going on? Why are you storming into the school to arrest someone?”

One of the leading detectives hadn’t expected such boldness from a student, especially a girl. “This person is suspected of murder in broad daylight! Assaulting police officers in public! He’s extremely dangerous. To prevent the suspect from escaping, we carried out a sudden arrest. I apologize on behalf of the detective squad for the disturbance. To prevent the suspect from doing anything desperate, we’ve also stationed snipers at every angle outside. If your safety is threatened, we’ll shoot to kill immediately! You don’t need to worry.”

“Do you have any evidence?” Lily Turner also stepped forward to ask.

“There were multiple eyewitnesses at the scene! As for the details, we’ll investigate thoroughly. We won’t wrong a good person, nor will we let a criminal go.” Seeing that he was just giving official answers, the two beauties stopped talking.

“You really killed someone?”

Lily Turner saw James Carter being handcuffed again and taken away, and quickly called out, feeling that James Carter didn’t look like a murderer at all. James Carter found it hard to answer and pretended not to hear. A black hood was put over his head, leaving only his eyes exposed, and he was dragged out and shoved into a car. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of snipers moving in the corners, then disappearing. Truly ghostly and unpredictable.

Seeing this, James Carter broke out in a cold sweat. “Looks like I really underestimated the efficiency of the people’s police.” Other than immortals, no one could withstand a sniper’s sudden headshot.

“He really is a martial arts master!” Lily Turner, who was very familiar with Emily Bolton, whispered in her ear, “You got taken advantage of, you know!”

Emily Bolton immediately recalled the earlier scene and felt a faint pain in her chest. “He grabbed too hard, used too much strength.” “Ugh! How could I have such thoughts?” Her pretty face instantly turned red, as if it was about to drip water. James Carter had practiced external martial arts for ten years, especially his iron palms and eagle claws, which could crush stones to powder. In that emergency, he hadn’t considered a girl’s feelings, and his moves were neither light nor gentle.

“This guy is so mysterious.” No matter how they tried, they couldn’t connect James Carter’s image to that of a murderer. At 1.75 meters tall, neither short nor tall, neither thin nor fat, not handsome nor ugly, sometimes even humorous—he was just like any ordinary boy, except for his unusually mismatched hands. But the series of sudden events made these two beauties very curious.

“Should we investigate this guy’s background? We’re bored anyway, and besides, we can’t just let him take advantage of you for nothing. Oh! By the way, this is your first time being groped, right? That’s a big deal!” Grace Turner blinked, refusing to let go of the key point.

“Oh, Lily Turner, you’re impossible!”

At this moment, James Carter was locked in a small interrogation room, hands cuffed, forced to squat on the ground. There was an iron window in the middle, with two detectives—one taking notes, the other interrogating from above. This treatment made James Carter extremely uncomfortable.

“Name!” one detective asked coldly. James Carter quickly stood up. “What are you doing! Squat down!”

James Carter squinted at the iron window as thick as a thumb in front of him, calculating whether his iron sand palm could shatter it in one blow, then rush forward and crush their throats with one grab. But thinking of the earlier arrest and the hidden snipers, he forced himself to hold back and reluctantly squatted down, answering the questions one by one.