I Have Infinite Skill Points

In the instant Wang Lan activated Farsight Vision, a silhouette flashed across the distant hotel's rooftop, soaring into the sky. It was at least five hundred meters away; even a Crescent Arrow couldn't catch up.

"He's gone," Wang Lan said indifferently.

"You... Who exactly are you people?" Li cried out shrilly. "You can't possibly be Zheng Ji's men! How could Zheng Ji recruit experts like you?"

"Hahaha..." Zheng Ji picked up a towel and wiped his hands. "Old Li, Old Li, if you can't do something, don't assume others can't either. You want to compare yourself to me? What gives you, punk, the right to compare yourself to me? When it comes to seniority, I've been a boss ten years longer than you. When it comes to wealth, ten of you combined wouldn't match up to one of my fingers. You judge me by your standards? Do you think everyone else is as incompetent as you? I run such a big business. Is it so difficult to find a couple of Star Martial Warrior experts? Haven't you ever heard the saying, 'money talks'?"

As he spoke, Zheng Ji stood up and smiled at several of the bosses. "Being the leader? I don't care for it. But whoever harmed Qiu, I won't let it rest with them. Continue your talk. I'll take this son of a bitch, Li, away."

"Ji, why don't you... become our leader?"

"Yeah, Ji, you have the money and the manpower..."

"Enough said. I, Old Zheng, have no such ambition. I toast you all. Farewell."

Zheng Ji turned and left, Hu Qing pressing Li to hurriedly follow. Supported by others, Song Ting watched Wang Lan's retreating figure, a contemplative look in his eyes. This figure... he found it very familiar. Yet, for the life of him, he couldn't remember whose it was.

"Communication team, communication team, please lock onto my location."

"Captain Wang Lan, I've locked onto your location. Please go ahead."

"Southeast of my position, on the top floor of the Express Hotel, a sniper attacked me five minutes ago. I request a follow-up investigation."

"Understood!"

Sitting in the car, Wang Lan quickly called the communication team for support. After hanging up, Li, pale with fear, stared at Wang Lan, then whipped his head around to look at Zheng Ji.

"Zheng Ji, you fucking traitor! You've been with the police all along? You sold us all out? Son of a bitch, you're dead! You're so fucking dead!"

"I don't know if I'm going to die, but you're definitely finished. The news about you killing Qiu will spread through both the underworld and law enforcement by tonight. Not only will you die, but your entire family will meet their end. Collaborating with the police is your only way out."

"Damn it!"

After driving back to Zheng Ji's company, Li was quietly transferred to the police station. Hu Qing escorted Li to the interrogation room, and the Tianjian Bureau's investigation results also arrived.

"Captain Wang, my apologies, but we couldn't trace the target's whereabouts. The target has strong counter-surveillance awareness and avoided all cameras. We only found one photo, captured by a shop's security camera."

Soon, a photo appeared on Wang Lan's phone. It featured a blonde foreigner with sunglasses obscuring his features. His hair, styled to look like flames, was quite eye-catching.

Wang Lan sent the picture of the foreigner to an internal group. "Brothers, does anyone recognize this foreigner?"

Quickly, the previously quiet group came to life.

"A missing person has surfaced?"

"Wang Lan, is this foreigner your target? What did he do?"

"This foreigner's look, with that hair and sunglasses, is quite distinctive..."

"I know!" Suddenly, a reply popped up in the group: "This guy works for Wang Mingling."

"Captain Ma, are you sure?"

"Wang Lan, do you remember when Mu Liancheng was assassinated? That night, three foreigners attacked the Mu residence. You killed one on the spot, and the other two fled. This was one of them, Flame Fire."

"And the other one?"

"The other one uses wind and thunder dual-arts and has shoulder-length hair."

"Okay, thanks a lot."

Wang Lan put away his phone and entered the police station's interrogation room. Hu Qing was just preparing to interrogate Li.

"Li Dongliu, I advise you to cooperate. Once you're here, cooperation isn't optional. Even if you don't cooperate, we have ways to make you talk. How long do you think you can resist?"

"Inspector Hu, I'm well aware of your fearsome reputation. Street-level guys scatter at the mere mention of your name. How would I dare resist you? Even Boss Zheng, respected by everyone on the streets, has become your informant. How could I underestimate your capabilities? But every family has its struggles, and I had no choice. If you could bring my family here, I wouldn't just confess; I'd thank you even if you executed me on the spot."

"Where is your family?"

"I don't know. If they hadn't threatened my family, would I have worked with them? Inspector Hu, I beg you, don't ask me. I can't say, even if it kills me."

Wang Lan walked into the interrogation room, lightly flicked the photo he held, and casually placed it in front of Li Dongliu. "You know this person, don't you?"

Li Dongliu's expression changed. He opened his mouth but eventually held back his words.

"He's a member of the International Mercenary Organization Hellfire. He's a criminal wanted by eighteen countries and designated by the World United Security Organization as a member of a terrorist organization.

If he's the one cooperating with you, if he's the one who took your family... what do you think would happen to them? Or, at this point, do you still harbor any hope that your family could be alive?

Instead of clinging to unrealistic hope, you should consider cooperating with us to avenge your family."

"But I really don't know anything... He just wanted me to become the leader in the Ancient City District, to take control of the sector while the police are too busy to intervene. I don't know anything else."

"Why would they do this? What is their purpose? What are their plans?"

"Maybe... it's for money?" Li Dongliu said, as if taking the question seriously.

"They came all the way from the Middle East and Northern Europe just for money? Do you think anyone would believe that?"

"Then... I really don't know. Their orders only went that far. My family was taken hostage, so I had to do whatever they said."

"Hu," Wang Lan suggested, seeing Li Dongliu's uncooperative attitude, "why not get someone to perform a Spiritual Engraving?"

"What do you think this is, your Tianjian Bureau?" Hu Qing retorted. "We don't have Spiritual Engraving here."

"Then what should we do?"

"Don't worry, leave it to us. We guarantee he'll spill everything by morning. It's already quite late. Why don't you go home and rest? Don't you have school tomorrow?"

School? Those two words, which once held such a sacred mission in my heart, now seemed almost laughable. Ever since I took a week off last time, my sense of duty towards school isn't as strong. School is precious, indeed, but points are dearer; if experience is involved, both can be cast aside.

The provincial martial arts tournament was just around the corner, and everyone was actively preparing. Training and sparring were just ways to get used to the rhythm of fighting and keep their nerves from slackening.

But if there was a chance to improve one's strength before the competition, training and sparring could be completely set aside. Take Mu Shaoyun, for example. After joining the city's representative team, he only came to school occasionally. I heard he was cultivating a secret technique.

Wang Lan was currently at Star Shine Nine and needed one thousand more skill points to link four types of Star Martial Skills. Skill points or experience—he urgently needed both. Seeing a wealth of experience right before his eyes, how could he miss out?

He decisively dialed his homeroom teacher's number.

"Hey, Teacher... I'd like to ask for leave. A week should do it. Yes, yes, to perfect my new ultimate move... That's right, that's right. Don't worry, if I'm not confident before the provincial tournament, I'll drop out beforehand. Yes..."

He slept at the police station that night. The next morning, Wang Lan was woken by the aroma of breakfast. When he opened his eyes, he saw Hu Qing's current girlfriend, the policewoman named Lingling.

"You're awake? I bought you a toothbrush and toothpaste. Wash up and let's have breakfast," Lingling said with a smile, even more cordial and natural than the day before yesterday.

"Morning, Lingling. How long did it take you to win over Hu?" Wang Lan asked curiously. It's only been a little over a month, yet they already seem like family, eating together.

"Hu Qing is very busy with work and sometimes can't manage to pick up Feifei. One time, I offered to help pick Feifei up, and after that, I was the one picking her up almost every time. Gradually, I grew familiar with Feifei, and his parents.

You're right. Once Hu Qing's family accepted me, it didn't matter whether Hu himself did or not. Heh heh... Just like that, he fell into the palm of my hand. Hahaha..."

"Lingling, a little decorum, please..." Wang Lan reminded her, his face impassive.

"So you're not really Hu Qing's cousin, huh?" Lingling suddenly asked.

"You were the one who assumed that. I just went along with your idea. Where's Hu Qing? Is he up yet?"

"He was interrogating all night and just lay down to rest."

"What's the result?"

"He's stubborn as a mule. Besides, our police station has rules; we can't torture suspects! If it were the old me, I would've beaten him until he couldn't take care of himself long ago," Lingling said, flexing her small fists fiercely.

"RING RING RING—" Suddenly, the phone in Hu Qing's office rang.

"Hello, this is Wu Ling. Inspector Hu was busy all last night and just went to rest... Okay, I'll tell him."

After hanging up, Wu Ling looked impatient. "Push, push, push! There are so many people at the police station; why does Hu have to handle everything? Is Hu Qing the only officer, and everyone else is just freeloading?"

Although she complained, she still stood up and headed towards the break room. A short while later, Hu Qing came into the office, rubbing his eyes. Seeing Wang Lan, he smiled.

"How did you sleep last night? Okay?"

"I'm fine. Six hours of deep sleep."

"Juntin Mansion was just attacked; the target was a local tycoon. We interrogated Li Dongliu all last night, and he still insists he knows nothing. But I can tell from his eyes that his willpower is almost gone. By tonight at the latest, we'll definitely crack him."

Wang Lan's eyes flashed with eagerness. "Is this related to the recent assassination bounties placed on a hundred tycoons in Suzhou City?"