Malice, thick malice!

Chris’s gaze was indifferent as he looked at Levin.

He knew Levin!

When he was hospitalized, Levin had appeared, representing the police to ask some questions.

However, during that meeting, Chris hadn’t sensed any malice, but now, he clearly caught it.

Spirituality was thin, hard to perceive.

But after more than thirty days of recuperation, Chris had been trying to cultivate.

So he could be sure that this black guy wanted to cause him trouble.

“Chief Levin, please let me explain…”

“Sharon, this Mr. Chris injured seventeen people—six with broken arms, eight with broken legs, and three with fractured ribs. One of them is seriously injured and is currently being rescued in the hospital. Do you understand?”

As he spoke, Levin glanced at Chris and said, “Lock him up in the holding cell first.”

“Can I call a lawyer?”

Seeing Sharon remain silent, Chris spoke up.

“That’s your right.”

Before Levin could answer, Sharon interjected.

He stepped forward and grabbed Chris’s arm.

“Don’t act rashly, don’t say anything, wait for your lawyer to arrive.”

His voice was very low, only Chris could hear it.

Chris gave Levin another cold look, didn’t resist, and followed Sharon.

Watching Chris’s back, a trace of gloom flashed in Levin’s eyes.

“Where is John Lewis?”

“In the interrogation room. Officer Sharon said he would conduct the interrogation.”

“No need, I’ll take a look first.”

As Levin spoke, he shook his bloated body and walked toward the interrogation room.

The holding cell was on the first floor of the police station.

After Sharon put Chris inside, he whispered, “Looks like you’re in trouble.”

“I know.”

“Did you offend Levin?”

“I’ve only met him once, and that was in the hospital.”

“All right, I’ll go check things out, but you’d better be prepared. What did Thomas teach you? Kid, you really went too far this time. I didn’t pay attention at the scene… If they really want to sue you, it’s going to be a big problem.”

Expressionless, Chris said, “Does this count as following the rules?”

“Ha!” Sharon was stunned for a moment, then couldn’t help but laugh. “All right, don’t take it to heart, nothing will happen.”

With that, he turned and left.

Chris watched Sharon leave, took two steps back, and sat down against the wall.

Although he didn’t know what was behind Levin’s sudden malice, he figured it must have something to do with Thomas.

That old guy, who exactly is he?

He’s the owner of the funeral home.

He was a gangster in the 1980s.

He’s a cultist.

He…

The once clear image of Thomas suddenly became blurred.

What a headache!

Chris sighed inwardly, leaned against the wall, and slowly closed his eyes.

“Hey, bro, what did you do?”

Of course, Chris wasn’t the only one in the holding cell.

Just now, with Sharon present, the inmates didn’t dare cause trouble. Now that only Chris was left, the others started to get restless.

Chris opened his eyes and looked across.

An old black man stood there, shaking his head and asking.

That thick malice rushed toward him, and Chris couldn’t help but frown.

He didn’t want to pay attention, so he closed his eyes again.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, why the hell aren’t you answering?”

“Say something, are you fucking mute?”

Seeing Chris ignore him, the black man got angry.

The other inmates in the cell burst out laughing: “Ross, you’re so lame, even a slant-eye isn’t afraid of you, you’re really lame.”

“Slant-eye, are you fucking looking for death?”

Chris suddenly opened his eyes and shouted sternly, “Shut up, you black bastard.”

The cell across immediately fell silent.

Then, several black men stood up and shouted at Chris, “Slant-eye, what did you just say, are you fucking looking to die?”

“You’re dead, I’m telling you, you’re dead.”

Chris slowly stood up and walked over.

“You lot, go to hell!”

A faint white light flashed in his black pupils, then disappeared.

The black men in the opposite cell all quieted down, looking at each other, and suddenly started attacking one another.

Secret Art: Confusion.

This was a minor technique from the Divine Palace of Lord Yunzhong of Sangtai. Its power wasn’t great.

It used a mental shock to cause the opponent’s mind to become confused and fall into an illusion. The technique’s lethality was average; ordinary people with stronger willpower could resist it. Its advantage was that it consumed little spirituality and was easy to cast.

But for Chris, even this small technique cost him half a strand of spirituality.

You know, after his rebirth, he had only gathered three strands of spirituality in thirty days.

If it weren’t for the prison bars, he really wouldn’t have used it.

He just didn’t expect that such a minor technique would actually drive several black men insane.

In the blink of an eye, these black men were lying on the ground, faces covered in blood.

The police outside rushed in, and were shocked by what they saw.