Chapter 219: My Father, the Iron Man

In his previous life, Xiao Yu knew about the infamous chaoyang aunties. In this life, this security guard grandpa was just as impressive. If they didn’t become secret agents, what a waste of their talent.

Without needing further instructions from Xiao Yu, the Criminal Investigation team began their probe. 

A red Lamborghini? That wasn’t a common sight in any city, especially driven by a young man. Eight years ago, this guy would’ve been in his twenties. Now, he should be in his early thirties, right?

Within half an hour, the car’s information and owner details were laid out in front of Xiao Yu.

Peng Junlong, 31 years old, local resident, unemployed. His father, Peng Xiaoguo, CEO of a major construction company in Bencheng City, with assets worth several billion.

“A rich second-generation kid?” Xiao Yu raised his head and looked at the villa in front of him, chuckling coldly. “Makes sense. How else could someone give away a 5-million-yuan house like it’s nothing, not even bothering to transfer the title? No… you didn’t transfer it because you had other plans for this villa, didn’t you?”

In the past, he had dealt with quite a few crimes committed by second-generation heirs. The way they operated was often reckless, showing blatant disregard for the law. In some cases, their actions went beyond common understanding.

Shockingly, about 70% of these second-generation crimes were committed for one simple reason–seeking thrills.

***

That night, at a well-known nightclub in Bencheng City.

As Xiao Yu walked into the club, he couldn’t help but squint. The booming, ear-splitting music, the chaotic crowd, seductive women, and young men lost in their wild fun. Flashing lights, trance-like music, the frenzy of bodies dancing, and the smoky air filled with the heavy scent of alcohol and cigarettes.

*So this is a nightclub?*

It wasn’t that Xiao Yu lacked exposure. He’d just never had the chance to set foot in such places. 

I mean, how often do you see a cop going to a nightclub to party?

Xiao Yu quickly adjusted to the atmosphere, though the officers behind him, including Guo Qiang, frowned, clearly puzzled by these young people’s behavior. On the flip side, plenty of the club’s patrons glanced at the middle-aged men with equal confusion. It was rare to see older guys in a place like this.

Ignoring the curious stares from the young crowd, Xiao Yu scanned the room. Kis gaze locked onto a private booth.

Nightclubs often had various types of private rooms: some open, some completely enclosed, with others set up as VIP or lounge areas. Xiao Yu’s focus was on a fully enclosed glass-walled room, where he could see several men and women inside, draped in flashy clothing.

He strode over to the booth, reached the door, and pushed it open.

Inside the booth, nine people sat on the sofas—six men and three women. Apart from the man in the center, who seemed to be in his thirties, the others looked to be around 24 or 25. A few of the younger men carried themselves with a cocky, rebellious attitude. Two of them were shirtless, their bodies covered in tattoos. They might as well have had “We’re street punks” tattooed on their foreheads.

Xiao Yu gestured for Guo Qiang and the others to stand guard at the door, then walked toward the man seated in the middle of the sofa. 

As Xiao Yu entered, the people inside were visibly surprised. His appearance drew attention. They had seen plenty of celebrities and good-looking men before, but someone like Xiao Yu was a rarity. The three flashy women couldn’t take their eyes off him, while a few of the young men shot him jealous looks.

The man in the middle, Peng Junlong, watched Xiao Yu approach with a mixture of confusion and coldness in his eyes.

“Peng Junlong?” Xiao Yu asked as he sized him up.

“Who the hell are you to talk to Dragon Bro like that?” one of the tattooed punks snapped, standing up and pointing at Xiao Yu.

‘This feels like one of those scenes in a novel where someone’s just begging to get smacked by the protagonist,’ Xiao Yu thought. 

He briefly glanced at the young punk before turning his gaze back to Peng Junlong. 

“Police.”

With that single word, the room fell silent, except for the background thumping music. Did these punks really think they could mess with the cops and get away with it? 

That rarely happened in the real world.

Peng Junlong let out a sarcastic chuckle, tilting his head as he gave Xiao Yu a sideways glance. 

“You gotta be kidding me. A cop? You’re too young to be a cop.”

Xiao Yu didn’t bother replying. He simply stared into Peng Junlong’s eyes, noticing a flicker of panic and fear. Peng Junlong kept glancing toward the door.

“Looks like it’s you,” Xiao Yu said calmly. “Let’s go. You’ll need to come with me for questioning–”

“Question your damn mother!” Peng Junlong suddenly leaped up, grabbed a bottle, and swung it toward Xiao Yu’s head.

Assaulting a police officer? Has he lost his mind? No, he was desperate to escape.

Xiao Yu smirked slightly. What could possibly make someone risk assaulting an officer just to run?

Xiao Yu’s leg shot out, smashing the bottle in mid-air. He spun around, delivering another powerful kick.

Bam—his leg connected with Peng Junlong’s face, pinning him into the sofa.

“Would’ve been easier if you’d just come quietly,” Xiao Yu said, pressing his foot down on Peng Junlong’s face. 

He leaned over, looking at the panicked man. “You really thought you could escape with me here?”

The rest of the young people around them were completely stunned, frozen in place. None of them dared to make a move against Xiao Yu. 

Who in their right mind would?

Gone were the days when people could act like rebellious gangsters and get away with it. And especially not when Xiao Yu had made his move.

Guo Qiang, Li Xin, and Liu Hongqiao had stormed into the room, each holding a police-issued handgun. The cold, black barrels of the guns pointed directly at the group of young partygoers.

Fear hung heavy in the air. Nobody screamed. They were too terrified to even make a sound.

Peng Junlong was swiftly handcuffed, but he wasn’t the only one. Every single person in the private booth, both men and women, was escorted out and taken into custody.

Outside the nightclub, officers from the criminal investigation unit had already sealed off all exits, front and back. A SWAT team stood by, ready to respond if needed. When it comes to homicide cases, the police never take any chances.

***

Half an hour later, back in the interrogation room at the Criminal Investigation Unit.

Peng Junlong, now shackled to the interrogation chair, no longer had the bravado he’d shown when he’d grabbed that bottle in the nightclub. His face was pale, his expression full of fear.

Xiao Yu didn’t start questioning him right away. Instead, he sent Guo Qiang to bring in Xie Shasha for a suspect identification.

“Yes, that’s him,” Xie Shasha confirmed through the glass, pointing at Peng Junlong. “He’s one of the three men from three years ago.”

That settled it.

Xiao Yu waved his hand, signaling for Xie Shasha to be taken away. Only then did he enter the interrogation room.

“What are you doing?!” Peng Junlong shouted as Xiao Yu walked in. “Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this?”

Xiao Yu sneered, “Do you even know who you are?”

Peng Junlong, “…”

‘Wait, was he misunderstanding? I’m trying to threaten him!’

“My dad—” Peng Junlong began, trying to shout again.

“What, is your dad Iron Man?” Xiao Yu quipped, thinking of that running joke from Spider-Man. The first Spider-Man relied on mutation. The second, mutation and tech. And the third? “My dad’s Iron Man.”

Peng Junlong was left speechless.

“Doesn’t matter who your dad is,” Xiao Yu said, shaking his head. “You killed someone.”

As soon as Xiao Yu uttered those words, Peng Junlong’s face drained of color. A wave of terror washed over him, his fear written all over his face.

‘Gotcha,’ Xiao Yu thought, his expression turning cold. ‘These rich kids. Always the worst to deal with.’