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But he was unwilling to give up!
He suddenly pulled something from his pocket—the stolen "Golden Bodhi Leaf" that shimmered with a faint golden light! At the same time, he also drew a black pistol from his waist with his other hand—the missing police revolver!
He clutched the Bodhi leaf tightly in his palm and pointed the gun at his temple.
"Don't come any closer!" he screamed hysterically at Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing. "If you take another step, I'll die right here in front of you! Even if I die, I'll take this treasure with me to hell!"
Clearly, he originally intended to study the secret of Bodhi leaves' immortality, but now it has become his last lifeline and a bargaining chip.
Zhou Xingxing frowned, slowly raised his gun, aimed it at Wang Jianmin, and said coldly, "Wang Jianmin! Put down your weapon! You have no way out!"
"A way out? I've long since run out of options!" Wang Jianmin laughed maniacally. "I climbed from a poor boy to where I am today by sheer ruthlessness! What I can't have, no one else can have!"
His hand, gripping the Bodhi leaf tightly, bulged with veins. The sacred object seemed to sense his evil intentions, its light dimming further.
Seeing this, Long Yan slowly released his grip on He Min. He gave He Min a reassuring look, then walked step by step toward Wang Jianmin.
"Stop! I told you to stop! If you come any closer, I'll shoot!" Wang Jianmin was on the verge of a breakdown.
Long Yan seemed not to hear. With each step he took forward, his aura rose. The golden fury gradually faded, replaced by a more magnificent, compassionate, and majestic aura.
Behind him, a huge, majestic image of Buddha seemed to appear.
“Wang Jianmin,” Long Yan’s voice was no longer cold, but became like a resounding bell, echoing throughout the stadium and striking straight to the heart, “You are obsessed with wealth and succumb to killing. What do you seek?”
Wang Jianmin's mind went blank from the sound, and he subconsciously replied, "To...to live better than others! To achieve immortality!"
"What is immortality?" Long Yan asked again. "A physical body lasts a hundred years, but eventually returns to dust. Power and wealth are fleeting clouds. If you wield a butcher's knife and commit endless atrocities, even if you survive for a thousand years, you will be nothing more than a lonely ghost wandering in the deepest hell, suffering the torment of karmic fire every day. Is this the immortality you desire?"
Every word he uttered was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Wang Jianmin's soul, which had long been corrupted by greed.
Wang Jianmin's face grew increasingly pale, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hand holding the gun began to tremble violently.
"You hold the Bodhi in your hand, yet you do not see the Bodhi. The Buddha has no form, but takes the minds of sentient beings as his own. If your mind is filled with evil thoughts, what you see will naturally be hell."
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Long Yan walked up to Wang Jianmin and reached out his hand, looking into Wang's pupils, which were widened by fear.
"Put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore. One thought can lead to heaven, another to hell. Your shore is right before your eyes."
His voice possessed a strange, comforting magic.
Looking into Long Yan's clear, glass-like eyes, and then at the cold gun in his hand and the dull Bodhi leaf, Wang Jianmin's extremely tense spirit finally snapped with a "snap".
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The gun slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
His hand, clutching the Bodhi leaf, could no longer loosen its grip.
After escaping his control, the sacred object once again radiated a soft, warm golden light. It floated lightly into Long Yan's hand.
Wang Jianmin seemed to have all his energy drained away; his knees buckled, he knelt on the ground, and burst into tears.
A tremendous crisis was resolved by Long Yan in a way that was almost miraculous, without bloodshed.
Stephen Chow watched in disbelief for a long time before finally snapping out of it and waving to his colleagues: "Go, handcuff him."
With the crisis averted, Long Yan, holding the Bodhi leaf, turned around. His first glance fell on Teacher He Min, who had been gazing at him with eyes full of worry, lingering fear, and endless admiration throughout the entire performance.
Their eyes met, and a thousand words were left unsaid.
This moment of hero saving the damsel in distress, without any earth-shattering confession, is imbued with a subtle yet powerful affection that transcends all obstacles, causing a dangerous undercurrent to grow between the two.
Chapter 250: A shocking case is solved, making headlines on the front page!
The shocking case that occurred on the school's anniversary made the front page of all the newspapers in Hong Kong the next day, with all sorts of headlines.
A police-criminal showdown unfolds at St. Yu-Chiang Secondary School; the charitable school board member turns out to be an arms tycoon!
A mysterious teenager makes a move, staging a real-life "kung fu" performance!
Heroic Students Bravely Rescue Beautiful Teacher, Creating a Campus Legend!
The official report stated that Hong Kong police, with the assistance of two courageous undercover students, successfully dismantled a large-scale arms smuggling ring. As for the supernatural abilities displayed by Long Yan "730," they were cleverly glossed over with excuses such as "chaotic scene" and "witnesses being mistaken."
Even so, Lung Yan and Chow Sing-sing became idols in the hearts of students at St. Yuk Keung Secondary School and even in all of Hong Kong.
For his outstanding contribution in this operation, Stephen Chow was promoted to full inspector, enjoying immense prestige. Uncle Tat, thanks to that "crucial" intelligence call, was also unwittingly awarded a first-class merit within the police force, raking in bonuses and walking with an air of superiority.
However, the case is not entirely closed. According to Wang Jianmin's confession, there seems to be a much larger and more mysterious international criminal organization behind him. To eradicate this organization completely, Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing's undercover mission is not over. They must continue to remain at Sheng Yuqiang Middle School as "students," awaiting new leads.
As the sun sets, it bathes the playground of Shengyuqiang Middle School in a warm golden light.
The campus, having survived a life-or-death crisis, has returned to its former tranquility, even more harmonious than before, because now no one dares to cause trouble on Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing's territory.
Long Yan sat quietly on the bleachers of the playground, toying with the "Golden Bodhi Leaf" he had lost and then found. The sacred object emitted a soft light in his hand, as if soothing his restless heart.
A gentle figure quietly sat down beside him; it was Teacher He Min.
She wasn't wearing a business suit today, but instead a simple casual outfit, making her look less like a teacher and more like a gentle older sister next door.
"Thank you, Long Yan. You saved me again." Her voice was soft, but full of sincere gratitude.
"It was nothing," Long Yan replied succinctly.
A warm silence fell between them. The setting sun cast their shadows long and close together.
After a long while, Teacher He Min finally mustered up her courage, turned her head, and stared intently at Long Yan's profile with her beautiful eyes, softly asking:
"Long Yan, now... can you answer my question?"
"what is the problem?"
"Your heart," her voice trembled almost imperceptibly, "is it really like stone?"
Long Yan's heart skipped a beat. He turned his head and met her expectant and tender eyes. He remembered the tenderness of the rainy night, the warm cup of coffee by the office door, and her figure stepping forward in the moment of crisis...
He had prepared his Buddhist doctrine of "emptiness of the four elements and purity of the six senses" beforehand, but when it came to his lips, he couldn't utter a single word.
Seeing the struggle and contradiction in his eyes, Teacher He Min suddenly smiled. She didn't press him further, but simply shook her head and placed a beautifully wrapped gift beside Long Yan.
"This is a thank-you gift for you."
After saying that, she stood up, turned around and left, leaving behind only a gentle yet free-spirited silhouette.
Long Yan stared blankly at the gift for a long time before slowly opening it. Inside was not any valuable item, but a thick notebook.
Turning to the first page, one sees Ms. He Min's neat handwriting, which reads—"Analysis and Solutions to Long Yan's Troubles (Draft) 2.2." It's filled with her observations of him, the various difficulties he might encounter, and all the solutions she could think of…
Long Yan's hand trembled slightly.
Not far away, Cindy leaned against the basketball hoop watching this scene, pursing her lips, but the fighting spirit in her eyes burned even more fiercely.
Annie also parked her car at the school gate, gazing into the distance with a complex expression, but without the previous obsession.
A crisis has come to a temporary end.
Chapter 251 School Busters 3: The Year of the Rooster
The legendary story of St. Yu-Chiang Middle School has temporarily come to an end with the conclusion of the final exams.
Students are enjoying their holidays, and the heroes who created this legend seem to be able to enjoy a moment of peace as well.
However, evil lurks like a relentless hunter in this concrete jungle.
Three days after the school anniversary incident, a bombshell of news exploded throughout Hong Kong's high society—Wang Baiwan, a top tycoon nicknamed "Stock God" and "Wang Baiwan," was found dead under mysterious circumstances last night in his luxurious villa in the Mid-Levels of Repulse Bay, known as the "Cloud Fortress"!
The news caused an uproar throughout Hong Kong.
The city's top elites and wealthy businessmen are all living in fear.
The reason was simply because Wang Baiwan's death was too bizarre and horrifying.
He did not die from a gunshot wound, poisoning, or kidnapping for ransom. This billionaire, whose net worth exceeded two billion, was killed instantly by a crystal-clear ice pick that had melted at the scene, which precisely pierced his entire cervical spine from the back of his neck.
The doors and windows at the scene were intact, and the seemingly impenetrable security system's surveillance footage from the time of the incident had been completely wiped clean using extremely sophisticated methods, leaving no digital trace whatsoever. There were no fingerprints, footprints, or any signs of a struggle.
This was a perfect murder, a work of art.
The murderer, like an elegant grim reaper, arrives silently to take a life, and then departs without a trace.
Such a thorny and high-profile unsolved case involving a wealthy family naturally fell to the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit, which had just made a great contribution.
Zhou Xingxing, who had just been promoted to probationary inspector and was full of pride, was naturally drawn into the center of the case.
The atmosphere in the Major Crimes Unit office was so heavy it seemed to drip water. All the officers frowned, looking at the meager number of clues they had.
“Sir, this case is too difficult to handle.” Zhou Xingxing complained to his superior, Huang Sir, holding the preliminary investigation report. “The deceased, Wang Baiwan, was a womanizer and extravagant man. It’s said he changed female companions every week. He was ruthless in business and had enemies that could stretch from the police station to the Luohu Port in Shenzhen. There are too many people with a motive for murder, but we can’t find a single one with the ability to commit the perfect crime. This is practically a locked-room murder!”
Instead of roaring as usual, Inspector Wong's expression was stranger than ever before, even carrying a hint of eerie excitement.
“Sing, don’t worry about that for now.” Inspector Wong shook his head, carefully took out a photo from a “top secret” evidence bag, and pushed it in front of Stephen Chow.
That was an ID photo of the deceased, Wang Baiwan.
“Take a closer look at this person.” Inspector Huang’s voice carried a strangely playful tone. “Don’t you think… he looks very, very familiar?”
"Familiar?" Stephen Chow glanced at it indifferently. "Aren't all these greasy, bloated rich guys the same? What's so great about them..."
His words abruptly ended halfway through.
His eyes, as if drawn by a magnet, were fixed on the photograph. In a mere second, his pupils shifted from disdain and doubt to shock, and finally to utter horror!
The man in the photo has a slicked-back hairstyle and wears an expensive bespoke suit. He exudes a shrewd and cunning businessman's air, but his face—
That face!
His signature unruly eyebrows, his captivating eyes that always seem to exude a touch of nonchalance, his high-bridged nose, and the subtle, roguish curve of his lips...
This face looks exactly like my reflection in the mirror!
The only difference might be that the man in the photo has a meticulously trimmed mustache.
"I...I...Holy crap!" Zhou Xingxing was so shocked that he cursed out loud. Pointing at the photo and then at his own nose, he stammered to Inspector Huang, "Sir! Who...who photoshopped my photo?! When did I ever take such a...such a rich ID photo?!"
“This isn’t your photo, Ah Xing.” Inspector Wong’s smile grew even more wicked as he leaned back in his chair, examining Stephen Chow and the photo with the eyes of an art connoisseur.
"This is the deceased, Wang Baiwan."
He paused, then uttered, almost word by word, the words that could change everything:
"I've already had a preliminary DNA comparison done by the forensic doctor. You two are not related by blood. This can only be described in one word—"