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“Run! Director Zheng is here!”

“Retreat! Retreat!”

“Patrol Bureau! Split up and run!”

… …

The members of the Apocalypse Cult watched as more than a dozen Cyborg were all crushed in a few blinks of an eye, completely helpless.

Suddenly, terrified screams erupted, and they scattered in panic.

Meanwhile, the Patrol Bureau officers chased them everywhere, swinging their batons, hitting and striking.

The previously calm civilian area instantly became a chaotic mess, with a cacophony of noise and wails.

Shen Bei breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Chuanyu and the others were even more paralyzed on the ground, relieved to have avoided a battle.

“Shen Bei!”

Gu Changfeng ran over in a few steps, his eyes showing concern, but his tone of voice was the exact opposite: “Still alive, huh?”

Shen Bei: … …

If you talk like that, will you ever get a girlfriend?

Gu Changfeng’s gaze swept past Shen Bei to Qi Chuanyu and the others behind him: “Stand up. A few Apocalypse Cult members scared you like this. You hairless guys are just unreliable.”

Shen Bei was about to say something.

Gu Changfeng raised a hand to interrupt: “I get it, a few Cyborg, right? Didn’t Director Zheng take care of them? That’s strength. You should learn more in the future.”

“From the moment I knew your Zha Tian Gang took on the task of monitoring the Apocalypse Cult, I knew you, Shen Bei, would be in trouble, and my premonition came true.”

“Let me be clear, the Cyborg were an unexpected situation, so there will be no extra bonus.”

Gu Changfeng rambled on, but everything before was just a prelude; the last sentence was the key.

Shen Bei coughed and said, “You’re changing the subject. The little girl called the police because of the Headhunter Tribe.”

“This…” Gu Changfeng’s eyes darted around: “She… she was picked up by us halfway, and has nothing to do with this matter.”

Shen Bei didn’t want to get entangled; he had more important things to do. Moreover, he had to race against time.

If he was late, the opportunity would be gone!

Shen Bei said, “Can I leave now?”

“Hmm?” Gu Changfeng was quite surprised: “What’s so urgent?”

Shen Bei waved his hand and left directly: “Going home for dinner.”

Gu Changfeng: ???

“You wait a minute! There are still a lot of things to ask about here!”

“Ask my dog-headed strategist, Qi Chuanyu.”

Gu Changfeng’s mouth was still twitching until Shen Bei’s figure disappeared into the night.

He inwardly blamed his sister, Professor Gu Xinrou, for being useless and unable to even educate a student properly.

Leaving whenever he wanted, with no rules at all.

It was practically free-range!

At this moment, Director Zheng took a white handkerchief handed to him by an officer, wiped the blood from his fingers, and tossed it into the foul ditch before coming over to Gu Changfeng.

“Director!”

Gu Changfeng stood at attention and saluted.

Director Zheng wore a sharp, well-fitting suit, a tie, and shiny leather shoes.

On his right chest was a lapel pin with an exquisite national emblem.

Below it were eight gilded characters: Clear love, only for Huaxia.

He exuded an aura of authority, making people dare not look directly at him or treat him disrespectfully.

Director Zheng nodded slightly, his gaze deep and penetrating: “Shen Bei left?”

Gu Changfeng was stunned: “How did you know?”

Gu Changfeng was absolutely certain that Director Zheng had never met Shen Bei in person.

He had just been crushing the Cyborg one by one, so he certainly wouldn’t have had time to notice what was happening here.

How could he be so sure Shen Bei had left?

Director Zheng pointed to the other Zha Tian Gang members paralyzed on the ground and chuckled: “These few fools don’t look like students who dare to fight and struggle.”

Qi Chuanyu and the others: … …

Then Director Zheng’s gaze fell on the collapsed courtyard of the flat house nearby.

He walked over unhurriedly.

Gu Changfeng followed, introducing as he went: “According to the little girl’s alarm, the Zha Tian Gang and others encountered the Headhunter Tribe here. We just don’t know if they were peripheral members or official members.”

Director Zheng remained silent, walking into the courtyard.

The first thing he saw was a corpse lying there, in an extremely gruesome state.

Director Zheng nudged it with the tip of his leather shoe, his gaze unwavering: “Fingerprint it, search the database.”

Gu Changfeng nodded and motioned for his subordinates to step forward and begin their work.

The two walked into the house.

The pungent smell of blood rushed towards them like a tide.

The entire floor was covered in flowing blood, sticky and impossible to step on.

Gu Changfeng made a sound of disgust, his face showing revulsion.

But Director Zheng was unperturbed, stepping in, kicking each corpse, and examining them.

“At least five people, killed using different methods,” Director Zheng said.

Gu Changfeng shrugged: “Then all the Zha Tian Gang members participated.”

Director Zheng squatted down, picked up the dead girl’s body, and walked out.

Gu Changfeng followed behind, asking: “Among these deceased, I know one person, a small-time thief… According to domestic law, his crime isn’t punishable by death.”

“And Shen Bei and the others were completely unaware, treating them as Headhunter Tribe members. It seems there’s nothing wrong with that, right?”

Gu Changfeng was defending the Zha Tian Gang.

This had to be said; it couldn’t be left unsaid, otherwise, if old scores were settled later, it would be impossible to explain clearly.

While the matter hadn’t escalated, the Director had to be informed; it was a preemptive heads-up.

His words were all to exonerate Shen Bei and the others.

Director Zheng paused slightly, turned his head, and said: “Where are the hooligans? I didn’t see any. They were all Headhunter Tribe members. If Weather Evil Cult members are brainwashed, there’s still hope, but the Headhunter Tribe deliberately turns themselves into killing machines. If you encounter them in the future, kill them without mercy.”

“Yes!”

“Burn it!”

Gu Changfeng ran to the car outside the alley, opened the fuel tank cap, inserted a plastic tube, took a deep suck, and siphoned some gasoline.

Returning to the flat house, he poured the gasoline.

Director Zheng lifted his foot, and a flame shot from his toe, flying inside.

A roaring fire rose into the sky.

Qi Chuanyu and the other Zha Tian Gang members watched the sky-high flames, exchanged glances, and then collapsed back onto the ground.

… …

Inside the small courtyard.

The staff had already completed the information retrieval for Boss Wu.

“Wu Lin, alias Boss Wu, is the owner of a courier company and a social Martial Artist. His last attribute test was a week ago, and he had already achieved Breakthrough to Third-Rank Martial Artist.”

Listening to the staff’s report, everyone present, whether the other police officers,

or Gu Changfeng or Director Zheng, all showed a change in expression.

Gu Changfeng’s mouth opened even wider in exaggeration, his eyes bulging, almost falling out!

His voice was almost squeezed out from the back of his throat as he roared in disbelief: “Are you sure your database isn’t faulty? How is this possible!”

Director Zheng narrowed his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

No one believed it, and no one was willing to believe it!

Shen Bei… a freshman student.

He actually killed a Third-Rank Martial Artist, and a Headhunter Tribe member at that!

The staff member also sniffed in astonishment: “The database cannot be wrong. Even hackers can’t breach the firewall; it’s impossible to fake.”

It should be known that all attribute testing equipment nationwide is uniformly networked.

As long as a Martial Artist is tested, the data is automatically encrypted and transmitted to the national database.

Even Jian Tong’s family’s second-hand testing equipment cannot be used without being networked!

Moreover, testing equipment is a state monopoly; other enterprises or individuals cannot manufacture it even if they wanted to.

And the query permissions for the database are extremely stringent.

Even the Patrol Bureau must have two people, each holding a segment of the password.

Others who want to query someone’s data should not even think about it; even Director Zheng has to report to these two people, leaving a record.

Furthermore, the query actions and videos of the two people who manage the database are also stored, in case of any information leakage.

The death penalty may be avoided, but the living penalty is unavoidable!

Even high schools and universities do not have query permissions.

They can only view the students’ printouts, and if students refuse to show them, schools do not know the exact values of each student.

Of course, the Martial Arts Exam is an exception.

It is clear that the state has extremely cumbersome procedures and security measures to protect the database.

In fact, some people’s information is unsearchable, hidden by the database, and only highly authorized, national-level figures can view it.

At this moment.

When Boss Wu’s information popped up, everyone was dumbfounded.

Especially Gu Changfeng, who was pulling at his hair.

He couldn’t understand how Shen Bei managed to kill a Third-Rank Martial Artist in a close-quarters battle, without any dirty tricks.

Unfathomable.

Unimaginable!

Director Zheng asked, “What grade is Shen Bei?”

Gu Changfeng answered almost without thinking: “A freshman at Lingnan City Martial Arts University, First Grade is already impressive.”

“Search!”

Director Zheng instructed the staff.

The staff pulled out the paperwork, and Director Zheng swiftly signed to confirm.

After the procedures were completed, the two staff members again entered their respective passwords and began to query Shen Bei’s information.

While waiting, Director Zheng said again: “I don’t believe Shen Bei is a First-Rank Martial Artist.”

Gu Changfeng frowned: “But that would be too fast a growth, wouldn’t it?”

Director Zheng straightened the wrinkles on his suit: “That’s why he’s a Champion, a rare sight in a hundred years.”

Gu Changfeng stroked his chin, his thoughts drifting far away.

Thinking: How much betrothal gift should I ask from Shen Bei?

Soon.

The staff interrupted Gu Changfeng’s “money-making” plan.

The staff, with a look of horror and shock, pointed at the tablet and said:

“It’s bad! I… we’ve been warned by the database System!”