# 326
**Chapter 326: Come at Me!**
“It’s you?!”
Almost every prisoner recognized the young man before them. Just a day ago, some of them had even called him “Boss Lin,” fawning over him as they served his meals and handed him towels.
“Sickly brat, you think you can stop us? You think you’re still the boss here?!” One of the prisoners sneered. “Move aside if you don’t want to die! Or don’t blame me for chopping you into mincemeat!”
“Why waste words on him? Just a damn kid who thinks too much of himself! Kill him!”
“Kill him!!”
The prisoners’ steps only faltered for a moment before they surged forward even faster, rushing toward the gate—toward Lin Qiye—with twisted faces and undisguised murderous intent.
Lin Qiye remembered the loudest ones well. Back in the Purification Chamber, they had been the most obsequious flatterers. Now that they’d turned on him so quickly, he wasn’t surprised.
At the end of the day, these were just petty criminals—masters of reading the wind, eager to kick a man when he’s down. When you’re strong, they tuck their claws away, smile, and serve you like you’re their own father. But once they regain the upper hand, their true, vicious nature shows.
From the start, Lin Qiye had never taken them seriously.
Amid the dust, Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed slightly. The brilliant gold in his left eye dimmed rapidly, replaced by an ink-black darkness. Beneath the gloomy sky, two starkly different colors—gold and black—appeared in his eyes.
He calmly watched the frenzied prisoners rushing toward him. Then, his pupils contracted sharply!!
**Buzz——!!**
An invisible aura exploded outward, centered on Lin Qiye!
The pressure of two gods surged through his eyes like a raging river!
Every prisoner charging toward Lin Qiye felt their hearts seize. An overwhelming terror locked onto them. Their hair stood on end, and the immense pressure knocked some of the weaker ones straight to the ground!
Everyone froze in place, pale-faced, staring at Lin Qiye in horror and confusion.
The light faded from Lin Qiye’s eyes. He swept his gaze across them, then slowly raised his hands...
Two brilliant定向召唤法阵 (定向召唤法阵 =定向 summoning arrays) appeared in his palms.
In the next moment, two sheathed Straight Blades appeared in Lin Qiye’s hands.
He gripped the hilts and pulled sharply!
**Cling——!**
The twin blades unsheathed.
Deep blue blades cut through the dim sky with a faint hum. Lin Qiye stood before the heavy black gate, twin blades in hand, exuding immense pressure.
He looked down at the familiar Straight Blades and smiled faintly.
Each blade bore a name engraved on its surface. The left one read “Lin Qiye,” the right one “Zhao Kongcheng”...
He had guessed correctly. Unlike the prisoners, he had entered the Purification Chamber as a mental patient. His equipment had been temporarily stored at Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital. Since this place wasn’t far from the hospital—still within range of the定向 summoning array—he could call them back.
These blades had lain forgotten in the hospital’s warehouse for a year. Though their sheaths were dusty, the moment they were drawn, their edge remained as sharp as ever.
The blades trembled slightly, humming as if rejoicing!
Lin Qiye raised his head, his heterochromatic eyes sweeping over the terrified crowd. He lifted the Straight Blade in his right hand and spoke calmly:
“Night Watchman Lin Qiye is here. Who dares to fight?”
The same words, spoken not with Wang Lu’s domineering force, but with a quiet calm that sent chills through the dozens of prisoners!
No one challenged him. No one mocked. No one spoke. No one even dared take half a step forward.
The terrifying divine pressure had left an unprecedented shadow in their hearts. They stared at Lin Qiye, who stood guard before the gate, hesitation flickering in their eyes.
Just then, another young man in black-and-white prison uniform walked up beside Lin Qiye. He adjusted his glasses, reached out, and a frost longsword condensed in his grip.
Smiling, he swept his gaze across the crowd and said slowly, “Whoever hurts him, I kill.”
As tension crackled, a blinding golden flying sword shot in from afar. Two figures awkwardly squeezed atop it, barreling straight toward the main gate.
“Hahahahaha!!! Qiye, I finally found you, you little rascal!!”
The chubby boy steering the golden sword beamed when he saw Lin Qiye, waving excitedly.
The bizarre trio instantly drew everyone’s attention. Under their strange stares, Cao Yuan’s mouth twitched. He kicked Baili Pangpang off the sword, then drifted down lightly himself, clutching his Straight Blade.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”
With a shriek, Baili Pangpang landed on his butt, bounced like a rubber ball, and tumbled to Lin Qiye’s feet.
“Cao Yuan? Pangpang? What are you doing here?” Lin Qiye asked, stunned.
Baili Pangpang dusted off his pants, straightened up, and grinned. “I heard your chastity was in danger, so I rushed to save you! How’s that for loyalty?!”
Lin Qiye: …?
I’m just here for treatment—how is my chastity in danger?
Cao Yuan, hugging his blade, walked silently to Lin Qiye’s side and rolled his eyes at Baili Pangpang.
“We were worried you might be in danger here, so we came to break you out. Without you, this fatty would’ve torn the place apart,” Cao Yuan said flatly.
Lin Qiye stared at the two of them, then glanced back at An Qingyu. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.
These three—one had thrown himself into prison, the other two had risked their lives to break him out—all because they feared for his safety. To have even one such friend in life was priceless.
And he had three. Or rather—brothers.
For the first time, Lin Qiye felt truly lucky.
He looked at them, gratitude in his eyes. A thousand words condensed into two: “Thank you.”
An Qingyu smiled. Cao Yuan smiled. Baili Pangpang grinned.
Baili Pangpang turned to the forty or fifty prisoners and asked, “So what stage are we at?”
Lin Qiye thought for a moment. “Trash-talking?”
“Trash-talking? I’m great at that.” Baili Pangpang chuckled, puffed out his chest, and shouted at the prisoners:
“Your Lord Baili is here—come at me!!”