"Okay, I'll try my best, you come and help me!"

Luo Wenyuan felt his legs go weak and he stumbled over to follow Qingshan, his eyes fixed on the homeless man's face. The emotions revealed in his eyes were very complicated, including suspicion, surprise, disbelief, but more of it was pain and regret. Tong Nina didn't know why her brother and sister-in-law suddenly approached the dead man, so she followed them curiously.

"Madam, sir, this is a crime scene, please step back!"

Seeing Qingshan and the others approaching, the young policeman quickly stopped them.

"I'm a doctor. Maybe that man can be saved. Can I take a look at him?"

The young police officer shook his head and said expressionlessly, "I'm afraid that's not necessary, ma'am. I'm sure the suspect has been shot dead... uh... chug... chug... ho..."

Before the young policeman could finish his words, Luo Wenyuan stretched out his long arm, grabbed his neck, and lifted the young policeman up. No matter how he struggled and hit, Luo Wenyuan's hands were as unbreakable as marble.

Seeing his partner being attacked, the middle-aged policeman immediately pulled out his gun and pointed it at Luo Wenyuan, shouting, "Don't move! Hands down... Oh my God!"

Luo Wenyuan didn't care about the onlookers, he used his magnetic power and the middle-aged policeman's gun flew into his hand.

"What will happen if I move? Do you want to shoot me too? In your country, if you have a gun, you can do anything. Now I have one, what do you think I will do?"

Luo Wenyuan pointed the gun at the middle-aged policeman with a ferocious expression and murderous eyes. Tong Nina had never seen her brother like this before and felt very strange. She couldn't help but take a few steps back, nervously clutching the corner of her clothes, feeling a little at a loss.

"Wen Yuan, stop! Do you want to start a war? Don't forget who you are!"

Qingshan shouted loudly, awakening Luo Wenyuan from his possessed state. He loosened his hands, and the young policeman, who was almost suffocating, collapsed to the ground and began to cough violently.

Luo Wenyuan struggled with his hands, and the barrel and butt of the pistol were connected together to form a ring, which made it completely unusable. Luo Wenyuan threw the pistol at the feet of the middle-aged policeman with an angry look on his face.

Qingshan came to the homeless man, checked him with his spiritual power, and frowned.

"Wen Yuan, I need a private space!"

Luo Wenyuan stepped on the beach with his right foot. The soft sand, as if alive, rapidly shifted, forming a circular wall that enclosed Qingshan and the homeless man, shielding them from prying eyes. The old black man, however, was carried outside the circle by the sand, as if he were sitting on an airport conveyor belt. His mouth gaped, and after a moment, he regained consciousness. He looked at Luo Wenyuan and the two bewildered policemen and muttered, "Damn..."

The crowd was in an uproar. Tourists took out their cameras and video cameras to take pictures of Luo Wenyuan and the circular sand castle. Some people shouted "black magic" and "Eastern magic". Even Tong Nina covered her mouth, unable to believe her eyes.

Luo Shaolan had not even told her husband and daughter about Luo Wenyuan's special abilities. Tong Youwei and Tong Nina only knew that Luo Wenyuan was a Chinese soldier and had no idea that he had special abilities.

The two policemen finally recovered from their shock and took out their walkie-talkies to contact headquarters. A large number of reinforcements should arrive soon.

While they were doing all this, Luo Wenyuan just watched quietly, as if everything had nothing to do with him, but his clenched fists revealed his inner uneasiness and worry. He was not afraid of the approaching American police, but was worried that Qingshan could not save that man.