111: A narrow road meeting

Shen Bei was all too familiar with the voice coming from the other end of the phone!

It was Shepherd Yin Hong, who had wanted to take him as a follower student during class assignment!

Shen Bei didn't have much of an impression of Yin Hong, only remembering that his hands were all white bones, without any flesh, tendons, or skin.

It looked quite eerie and horrifying.

However, his follower student, Liao Zhongyang, had once said that this Teacher Yin Hong was quite good, teaching very seriously, always answering questions, and always solving problems.

He was a very good teacher.

Shen Bei couldn't help but sneer at this thought.

This was the good teacher registered with the Patrol Bureau?

His hands were stained with dozens of lives!

Shen Bei pulled out his phone and, without the slightest hesitation, directly dialed Gu Changfeng's number.

The situation couldn't be delayed.

Shepherd Yin Hong must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise, after Yin Hong heard of Boss Wu's death, he would also discover Shen Bei near the scene.

If this kind of coincidence happened too many times, Yin Hong would definitely act against Shen Bei in advance.

The call connected quickly.

Gu Changfeng on the other end was yawning, his tone quite impatient: "Look at the time, what do you want to do, aren't you sleeping? Tell me tomorrow if it's anything."

"It can't wait until tomorrow, I found the Shepherd!"

"Still roasting lamb legs, you really are—wait!"

Gu Changfeng suddenly jolted, scratched his ear, looked at his phone, and asked with great confusion: "Who?"

"The Shepherd!"

"You found the Shepherd?"

"That's right! Act fast, bring Director Zheng with you, if you're late, he might run away!"

"Holy crap! How did you find him?"

Gu Changfeng couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought.

The Patrol Bureau had racked its brains searching for the Shepherd for over ten years, without getting any effective clues.

There were no clues at all, in fact.

How did the Shepherd suddenly expose himself when it came to Shen Bei?

Oh my goodness, with so many people in our Patrol Bureau, so many heads, they can't even compare to Shen Bei alone?

"I'll tell you on the way, Lingnan City Martial Arts University! Hurry!"

Shen Bei hung up the phone directly, leaped over the factory wall, and headed straight for the Martial Arts University.

...

Gu Changfeng put down the phone, his head buzzing.

Shen Bei actually said the Shepherd was at the Martial Arts University!

A Martial Arts University teacher?

This was too terrifying!

A person from the Headhunter Tribe, teaching students at the Martial Arts University, wasn't this polluting the nation's future Martial Artist group from the root?

"Damn it!"

Gu Changfeng was in a frantic hurry, leaving the duty room.

He walked through the corridor and arrived at a room across the hall.

Without knocking, he pushed the door open directly.

"Director Zheng!"

At this moment, Director Zheng had just made his bed, intending to rest and sleep.

He turned to look at the excited and nervous Gu Changfeng, tilting his head: "What is it?"

"Shen Bei said he found the Shepherd!"

Director Zheng's eyes snapped open, and then a strong divine light flickered in his eyes. He slowly raised his head, his gaze profound.

His silent, resolute face, bristling hairs, and eyes filled with chilling killing intent stared directly at Gu Changfeng:

"If you dare to joke with me, your career is over!"

"That's Shen Bei teasing me."

Gu Changfeng swallowed hard.

Director Zheng grabbed his suit, tied his tie: "Where is he?"

"Martial Arts University!"

Director Zheng's neck stiffened slightly.

At the mention of the Martial Arts University, a sense of shame involuntarily spread throughout his heart.

Although Director Zheng was not involved in education.

But for someone from the Headhunter Tribe to be among the teachers of Lingnan City Martial Arts University.

This was undoubtedly a loss of face, a complete disgrace!

Director Zheng took a deep breath and waved his hand: "Let's go."

Gu Changfeng followed behind him and asked, "Aren't we mobilizing other personnel?"

"The Shepherd was a Third-Rank Martial Artist over ten years ago, what rank do you guess he is now?"

Director Zheng walked with powerful strides, continuing: "Others going would just be sending them to their deaths. To capture the Shepherd, we must use the strongest spear against the toughest shield!"

"It's not about quantity, but quality."

Upon hearing this, Gu Changfeng stopped, lost in thought.

Director Zheng looked back: "Let's go."

"I'm only Second-Rank, it's useless for me to go."

Gu Changfeng spread his hands.

"Who's going to drive for me?"

Director Zheng growled through clenched teeth.

Gu Changfeng: ...

...

Lingnan City Martial Arts University.

Teachers' Dormitory Building.

Yin Hong listened to the busy signal on the other end of the phone, a confused look on his face. Was Honey Badger drunk?

The phone's secret code was correct, but he didn't speak after calling.

"Lunatic."

It wasn't uncommon for Honey Badger to get drunk and go wild.

There was even one time he suddenly showed up at Yin Hong's door, giving him a fright.

Fortunately, it was a holiday at the time, and the entire Teachers' Dormitory Building was empty.

Otherwise, the consequences would have been endless.

And after Honey Badger sobered up the next day, he completely forgot what he had done.

That's why Yin Hong called Honey Badger a lunatic, unreliable.

Yin Hong put down his phone and sat at the table, where many student files were stacked.

Each student's learning progress, achievements, and daily performance were all meticulously recorded.

He appeared to be an extremely responsible teacher.

He gave the impression of a silkworm spinning silk until death, and a candle burning to ashes, its tears drying up.

But as Yin Hong turned to the last page of each student's file.

His lips curved into a sinister smile.

This page contained Yin Hong's records of heart-to-heart conversations with each student and his assessment of their psychological impact.

"Liu Jiahui..."

Yin Hong gently stroked the student's name, as if admiring a work of art, his eyes filled with distortion: "Through several ideological clashes, he has been subtly indoctrinated by me to become a resentful youth. A seed has already sprouted in his heart."

"In the future, once he encounters any setbacks or dissatisfactions, as long as he is recruited, there is a ninety percent chance he will join the Headhunter Tribe."

"Truly perfect education."

It must be said that Yin Hong, in educating his students, never once mentioned the Headhunter Tribe.

He merely, from the perspective of a teacher, accompanied Liu Jiahui in his cynicism, complaining about the world, worshipping Martial Artists above all, and valuing killing the most.

Imperceptibly, Liu Jiahui's thoughts began to twist, and a seed full of evil violence took root and sprouted in his heart.

He began to worship recklessness, and grew to dislike the various restrictions imposed by the state.

Liu Jiahui seemed to know that in this world, only the Headhunter Tribe could act without scruples and run rampant.

Therefore, in Yin Hong's eyes, this was a very successful "education."

Yin Hong's bony fingers constantly rubbed against the files.

Finally, he turned to Liao Zhongyang's file.

Yin Hong rubbed his temples, his head aching slightly.

"This guy..."

Yin Hong said he had never seen such an unyielding student.

Other students, under his influence, had more or less become resentful youths.

But this Liao Zhongyang, when you taught him Martial Skills, he learned incredibly fast.

As soon as social issues and the state's shackles on Martial Artists were brought up, Liao Zhongyang's eyes would glaze over, and he would look drowsy.

It seemed that in Liao Zhongyang's mind, besides studying, he didn't care about, participate in, or inquire about anything in society.

"A stone in a latrine!"

Yin Hong cursed under his breath.

This was simply a disgrace in his professional career.

As the leader of the Headhunter Tribe's development members in Lingnan City, what kind of people hadn't he seen?

Only Liao Zhongyang was stupidly smart.

Just at this moment.

Yin Hong's phone rang.

He didn't answer it.

After the ringing stopped, he began to exchange the secret code.

The call connected.

Yin Hong tapped his fingers on the table, making clicking sounds, his posture relaxed and at ease: "Chasing Horse, what's wrong?"

"Honey Badger is dead."

"Huh?" Yin Hong was startled: "When did this happen?"

"An hour ago."

Yin Hong's mind exploded, his face instantly twisted.

He hastily checked the call log; the time Honey Badger's call came in was...

10 minutes ago!

And Honey Badger had already died an hour ago!

"Damn it, I'm exposed!" Yin Hong said, his voice somewhat panicked.

Chasing Horse's tone on the other end rose: "What? You're exposed? How is that possible?"

"10 minutes ago, Honey Badger called me."

Chasing Horse on the other end of the phone was silent for three seconds, then immediately said: "Destroy everything that needs to be destroyed, retreat immediately, I'm very close to you, I'll pick you up, hurry!"

Yin Hong hung up the phone, a hint of crimson flickering in his fierce pupils, terrifyingly hideous, and he muttered to himself: "How could I be exposed? How could it be..."

He couldn't figure it out, Yin Hong completely couldn't understand why he was exposed just because Honey Badger died.

Which part went wrong?

Yin Hong shook his head, there was no time to think more.

He immediately packed important items, then threw the student files into a brazier, lit a fire, and didn't even look.

He went downstairs directly.

...

At this very moment.

Shen Bei was already standing at the teachers' apartment.

There was only one orange-yellow street light in the center of the complex, casting a cold light.

On both sides of the light, there was endless darkness.

Tap, tap...

Tap, tap...

Two figures appeared simultaneously on both sides of the street light's boundary, breaking through the darkness and stepping into the light.

One was Shen Bei.

The other was... Yin Hong!

Their eyes met.

The air seemed to solidify...