You Are Really No Match For Me [Fighting] - Chapter 42

“I am Wang Ronglin, Captain of the Criminal Investigation Unit. After verification, we found that several students from your school may be connected to a criminal organization under our investigation. Here is my badge. Please cooperate with us—we need to take them in for questioning.”

“Of course you can. But first, please show me the search warrant.”

Naturally, there was no search warrant. At the moment, all the evidence was nothing more than shadows and guesses, with no solid links. But most of the time, waiting for a warrant wasted precious time, and people usually cooperated anyway. Wang Ronglin had not expected to run into such a tough opponent.

His instincts told him this woman was no ordinary figure.

The officer with him, Fu Mingxin, tried to smooth things over:
“This case is extremely sensitive and must be handled discreetly. Please understand, Director Yang. Any trace of evidence left in the system could be intercepted by the enemy.”

The Dean of Discipline sipped her tea at an unhurried pace, a cool smile playing at her lips as she crossed her legs.

Wang Ronglin kept his tone patient:
“These two students could be in danger. Please believe that we’re acting to protect them.”

One played the good cop, the other the bad cop, the back-and-forth lasting several rounds. The teapot had been refilled more than once, but their host remained unmoved.

At last, Wang Ronglin slammed his palm on the desk, unable to hold back any longer:
“Director Yang! If something happens to the students, will you take responsibility?”

It was an outright threat, but clearly the Dean was not one to be cowed.

With a flick of her wrist, her finger tapped a control button embedded in the table. A wall-mounted LCD instantly lit up, showing a matrix of surveillance feeds. Every view revealed alarms, security robots, and patrolling guards.

She rose to her full height. The tailored black suit emphasized her sharp frame; high heels brought her nearly eye to eye with Wang Ronglin. Her gaze was razor-sharp as she sneered:
“Take a good look. Morris Academy is equipped with top-tier security: a professional security team, intelligent patrol robots, full coverage alarm systems, and every student fitted with a real-time monitoring wristband. As long as they remain within school grounds, they are absolutely safe.”

For a moment, Wang Ronglin was at a loss for words.

Fu Mingxin jumped in:
“Physical safety doesn’t guarantee psychological safety. Today’s students are under immense pressure. What if—”

Before she could finish, Director Yang strode to the bookshelf and tapped a bronze plaque engraved with Top Ten Mental Health Education Bases.
“Our school has professional counseling rooms, and students undergo psychological assessments twice each semester.”

Fu Mingxin flushed red, darting an anxious glance at Wang Ronglin.

His eyes darkened:
“Director Yang, this is a lawful investigation. Interfering with law enforcement has consequences. I suggest you consider carefully.”

His words were sharp, but the Dean gave as good as she got:
“As Dean, I am responsible for every student. Any baseless accusations will tarnish our students’ reputations. Without a search warrant, you will not be taking anyone today!”

“You—”

Fu Mingxin hastily interjected,
“Captain, perhaps we should return and wait for the warrant…”

“Please, this way, Captain Wang,” Director Yang said coolly.

As Wang Ronglin stepped outside, a small figure toppled right into him, almost knocking him off balance.

The little head with two hair whorls was unmistakable—Su Wanying.

He steadied her.

Seeing his thundercloud expression, Su Wanying swallowed back the words on her lips and quickly put on an act.
“Uh~ I was just passing by to take a peek. Nothing to do with me, so… I’ll just go now~”

She tried to slip away, but a voice rang from the office—Director Yang’s, whom Su Wanying often nicknamed “the Demon Cult Master” in private.
“Su Wanying! It’s class time. What are you sneaking around here for? Do you still want your discipline points this semester?”

Su Wanying hunched her neck and bolted like a rabbit.

Wang Ronglin couldn’t help but laugh.
“That girl’s like a little monkey—fast on her feet.”

“Captain,” Fu Mingxin asked, “what should we do? Do we keep digging into this case?”

“Of course we do. How could we not? The organization may be quiet now, but I can feel something’s off here.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Just then, Wang Ronglin’s phone rang. After a brief exchange, he snapped:
“Move out. Ding Shu has woken up.”

At the station, Ding Shu was giving his statement. Officer Xiao Lin, a fresh graduate, greeted the captain as he entered.
“Captain.”

“Any findings?”

“Yes. Ding Shu, male, 25, mechanical repairman. About three months ago, he started suffering excessive drowsiness, drifting in and out of sleep. He ran medical checks himself—he’s a doctor too—but found nothing wrong. He assumed it was fatigue and self-prescribed medicine. But the spells grew longer. A week ago, he collapsed en route to the hospital and remembers nothing after that.”

Fu Mingxin mused:
“Captain, could it be that whenever Ding Shu passed out, someone else took control of his body? And to avoid exposure at the hospital, they eventually kept him under full control?”

“What kind of control? Are we certain it’s linked to his cyberbrain?”

Xiao Lin nodded.
“Yes. Whenever the cyberbrain activates, he falls into a comatose state—like a switch being flipped. We also found numerous transfers from his bank card to overseas accounts, but the recipients are untraceable.”

Wang Ronglin rubbed his stubbled chin.
“Any records from the cyberbrain?”

Fu Mingxin, just off a call, reported:
“Captain, no signs of virus intrusion. But while retrieving neural control logs, we discovered a video.”
She turned her phone sideways.

The footage dated back a week ago, the day Ding Shu was meant to undergo tests at the hospital. From his perspective, his fiancée appeared, speaking briefly with him. His replies were tense. Then, abruptly, he left—and the recording stopped. All subsequent neural control logs were blank.

Wang Ronglin leaned in, then questioned Ding Shu directly.
“Did you feel any warning signs before your mind went foggy?”

“No. It just hit me suddenly. My head would feel unbearably heavy, then silence, and when I woke up, hours had passed. But I kept records of each episode.”

He handed over a list:

• May 8, 18:06–19:10

• May 10, 17:39–18:35

• May 15, 20:12–21:56
  …

• June 22, 12:00–20:00

“You kept track very precisely.”

“Yes. I pay attention to time. After each blackout, I’d jot it down. Gradually, I noticed the intervals were lengthening. I’ve heard people mention this group—Puppet Dance—but I don’t know them. I have no idea why they’d target me. Officer Wang, do you have any leads?”

Though puzzled, Ding Shu remained calm and logical, a demeanor Wang Ronglin appreciated. He softened his tone, offering reassurance:
“Not yet. We’re still combing through online records of similar cases. For now, it seems their aim is siphoning funds overseas—no other motives are apparent.”

“We’re working on recovering your money, though it won’t be easy. Still, we’ll do our best.”

“Money is nothing. What matters is that he’s safe,” Su Xi chimed in.

Xiao Bai grinned:
“Yeah, I thought you were off honeymooning with that pretty fiancée of yours. Turns out you were possessed instead! No wonder you vanished.”

Ding Shu shook his head.
“Our engagement has been dissolved. It was only an arrangement made by our elders, nothing binding.”

Xiao Bai let out a dramatic sigh.
“That girl’s gorgeous, though. You’re a fool to let her go. Hey, why not introduce her to me? I wouldn’t mind a gentle, beautiful fiancée…”

The gossip had come from Su Xi earlier, who mentioned the girl had even visited their training hall a few times.

Su Xi playfully kicked Xiao Bai.
“Please. If she can’t appreciate someone as considerate as Ding Shu, you think she’d look twice at you?”

Xiao Bai puffed up.
“Don’t look down on me! I’m no broke shut-in. I’m a refined gentleman now—check out this suit, these shoes. Sharp, stylish, full of class!”
He gestured proudly at his garish green suit and brown patterned shoes.

Lately, with Jin Yu’s online popularity skyrocketing, Xiao Bai often appeared in her vlogs, throwing out bizarre fashion critiques. Jin Yu usually couldn’t resist twitching at the corner of her eye, silently ignoring him.

Su Xi was about to roast him again when laughter burst from Xie Fei.

“What’s so funny?” Xiao Bai snapped.

“You, calling that fashion? Please. I’ve never seen anyone dress like that. You actually think it looks good? Hahaha!”

“And you think your creepy eye markings and rope bracelets are stylish? If anyone’s tacky, it’s you!”

Xie Fei was notorious for her elaborate getup in the ring—tight braids, meticulously painted scorpion designs, and bold eye makeup. Though Jin Yu had persuaded her to tone it down, her cultivated sense of style was far from simple.

Those words were too much for her pride. She shot back furiously:
“Bai Hanqing, do you even know art? This is a scorpion motif—scorpion! Don’t insult what you don’t understand.”

“I don’t get it, and I don’t need to. I know I look cool. You, though…”
He gave her a slow once-over.
“Messy. Totally messy.”

Xiao Bai’s mouth could annoy anyone. Jin Yu and Su Xi laughed on the sidelines, while Fu Mingxin and Xiao Lin came closer, egging them on.

“Fight! Fight! Hit him!”

Sure enough, Xie Fei lunged. Xiao Bai bolted like his pants were on fire.

“Yu’er! Save me!” he yelped, darting behind Jin Yu.

Xie Fei paused, eyes narrowing as if gauging whether Jin Yu would intervene.

Hands raised, Jin Yu quickly disclaimed:
“Not my business. You two settle it yourselves. Leave me out of it.”

Xiao Bai promptly shoved Jin Yu forward as a shield.
“You ungrateful brat! After all I do for you, you won’t even back me up? Fine, I quit!” he cried, running off dramatically, leaving everyone in stitches.

Su Xi clutched Wang Jiasong, laughing until her stomach hurt. Even serious Xiao Lin cracked a grin. The playful chaos lightened Ding Shu’s spirits.

“Thank you, Captain Wang,” he said earnestly. “I’ll avoid using my cyberbrain for now, and stick to other devices if I need to go online.”

“Good. Call us if anything happens. We’ll handle the rest.”

Polite as always, Ding Shu’s manners eased the frustration still lingering in Wang Ronglin from his earlier clash with Director Yang. If only everyone he dealt with were this cooperative, cases would move so much faster.

After some more small talk, Wang Ronglin finally gave the order:
“Pack it up, boys. We’re done here.”

Wang Jiasong came over, grinning.
“Uncle, thank you for today. I’ll bring fine wine and cigarettes to your house another time.”

“You brat. You never visit when I call, but the moment trouble hits, you remember your uncle.”
He gave Jiasong a light punch in the chest.

Flattering, Jiasong laughed.
“Uncle, you’re the best. Who else would I turn to? Come, let me walk you out.”

Wang Ronglin lit a cigarette, tossing another to his nephew.

“Not smoking anymore?”

“Truly, Uncle. I quit.”

“Nonsense. You think I don’t know you?”

But then he followed Jiasong’s gaze and caught sight of a striking young woman standing nearby—Su Xi. The closeness between the two gave him an idea. He chuckled teasingly:
“So this rascal’s finally met his match?”

Jiasong didn’t bother hiding it. He pulled Su Xi over boldly.
“Uncle, this is my girlfriend, Su Xi. Gorgeous, isn’t she?”

They had only just started dating; Su Xi hadn’t expected to be introduced to family so soon.

Recognizing her, Wang Ronglin smiled kindly.
“This boy can be reckless, but he’s not bad at heart. Treat each other well. And hurry up so I can attend your wedding. I’ll prepare a big red envelope!”

The normally stern captain now resembled a doting uncle, even winking playfully.

“Uncle! Don’t say that. That’s too far,” Jiasong protested, though he couldn’t hide his grin. Su Xi’s ears turned crimson, and he laughed along sheepishly.
“But fine—when the time comes, you’ll be there drinking with us.”

“Count on it!” Wang Ronglin bellowed. He turned to the others still horsing around.
“You lot! Enough already!”

Fu Mingxin and Xiao Lin immediately straightened up, though Xiao Bai could still be heard causing a ruckus in the back. Fu Mingxin’s lips twitched upward again.

“These kids sure know how to make noise.”

Xiao Lin chuckled.
“Yeah. Honestly, it’s been a while since our squad had such fun together. Captain, how about we organize a gathering sometime? Get all the brothers together for a good laugh?”