302: You have no moral integrity.

At this moment, the Big Boss glanced at the photo on his phone.

The content of the photo was self-evident.

Qiu Bu Ye and Wu Jue had private contact.

Logically, Shen Bei's confession, accusing Qiu Bu Ye of using his authority to dispatch him into an Apocalypse Cult ambush, also made sense.

But the Big Boss's Face showed no expression, still maintaining that calm demeanor.

He looked at Vice Minister Qin Tian, giving off a serene and approachable impression, and said with a smile, "I remember that a Martial Artist must first cultivate three parts of ferocity in their heart."

Vice Minister Qin Tian nodded solemnly, "There is indeed such a saying among the people. It's also to ignite a Martial Artist's fighting spirit, to dare to think, dare to act, and dare to take responsibility. This way, when encountering Stranger and Vicious Beasts, they can win three parts in Aura first."

The Big Boss's eyes moved, and he deliberately weighed his words before saying, "I think, this Shen Bei is quite good; he needs to win eight parts when facing a situation."

Vice Minister Qin Tian was stunned.

He naturally understood what the Big Boss wanted to express.

To win eight parts first meant Shen Bei was eight parts vicious.

This had already exceeded human limits.

It was a bit excessive, meaning he had crossed the line.

Vice Minister Qin Tian could only agree and say, "This is my responsibility; I haven't educated my student well. Shen Bei did indeed overstep, after all, even if Qiu Bu Ye was an Apocalypse Cult believer, he should have been handed over to the Martial Arts Management Bureau to handle."

Vice Minister Qin Tian still had something he didn't say, which was that Shen Bei had no law enforcement or execution power.

The country has its way of operating.

If an individual or a Martial Artist suffers harm, the country encourages self-defense.

Absolute support, not 'the deceased is paramount'.

For example, Shen Bei's encounter with the Apocalypse Cult on Qipan Mountain this time.

Fight as he pleased, kill as he pleased.

No problem.

Shen Bei didn't even need to handle the aftermath; he could go about his business.

But Qiu Bu Ye's situation was special.

The best option for Shen Bei was to notify the Martial Arts Management Bureau, and let the Martial Arts Management Bureau take the lead in handling it.

Fighting on the spot, to put it nicely, is 'not letting grudges last overnight'.

To put it less nicely, it's trampling on the law.

Of course, Vice Minister Qin Tian believed in his heart that Qiu Bu Ye deserved to die.

Back in the Luan County Earth Cave, that guy had caused trouble repeatedly.

At that time, Vice Minister Qin Tian was still the president of Shen City's Martial Arts University, and Qiu Bu Ye also didn't give him Face.

Even after he became the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Education and the president of Beijing Martial Arts University, this Qiu Bu Ye still didn't give him any Face.

He directly accused Shen Bei of bullying people on campus and demanded points be deducted.

After receiving the report, Vice Minister Qin Tian immediately felt that Qiu Bu Ye was using Shen Bei to slap his Face.

So, his promotion was for nothing?

After some investigation, Vice Minister Qin Tian directly rejected Qiu Bu Ye's report and gave Qiu Bu Ye a hard time, deducting all his bonuses.

Therefore, when Vice Minister Qin Tian learned that Qiu Bu Ye had been beaten to death, Vice Minister Qin Tian felt a sense of relief in his heart.

But upon learning that Shen Bei was the one who beat him to death, he became annoyed again.

At this moment, the Big Boss turned to look at Bai Wei: "What do you think?"

Bai Wei's answer was also very straightforward: "Then keep him locked up for a few more days."

The Big Boss nodded in satisfaction: "As a Martial Artist, Shen Bei is truly young and promising; he might even become an unparalleled national hero in the future. But his personality definitely needs to be reined in; it cannot become a habit. Let him calm down for a few more days."

After speaking, the Big Boss stood up and said with a chuckle, "I heard Shen Bei wants to enlist in the army, but you didn't agree?"

Bai Wei raised her chin: "How about... let him try being your secretary?"

The Big Boss burst out laughing: "Just let me live a few more days."

"Then our thoughts are the same."

"Alright, that's enough."

The two saw the Big Boss off, and as he reached the door, the Big Boss continued, "Shen Bei is worth affirming."

Bai Wei and Vice Minister Qin Tian nodded.

After the Big Boss left.

Bai Wei and Vice Minister Qin Tian sat down again.

The two were silent for a moment.

Vice Minister Qin Tian spoke first: "You were there at the time, why didn't you intervene?"

Bai Wei sneered, "Shen Bei was merciful."

"Ah?"

Vice Minister Qin Tian was stunned. What, was there some unknown inside story?

"If Yu Qi had been a little more stubborn, the Governor of Liaobei Province would have also died tragically on the spot."

Upon hearing this, Vice Minister Qin Tian's Face changed dramatically, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, almost causing him to fall from his chair.

Vice Minister Qin Tian's eyes were distorted; he simply couldn't believe that Shen Bei could even kill Yu Qi?

"Don't joke around," Vice Minister Qin Tian composed himself, pounding the table, "Shen Bei is only a Five-Rank Martial Artist; being able to fight a Six-Rank is already beyond imagination. Against a Seven-Rank, he would definitely be at a disadvantage, and Yu Qi is an Eight-Rank; that's purely trying to hit a rock with an egg."

Bai Wei pursed her lips: "I was also sitting in the interrogation room."

Vice Minister Qin Tian's mouth twitched, staring intently at Bai Wei.

The expression on his Face changed repeatedly; he didn't know what posture to adopt.

Good heavens.

So it was you, Bai Wei, who made a Move?

Shen Bei being crazy was one thing.

Why were you, Bai Wei, joining in the fun?

But Vice Minister Qin Tian wasn't an idiot; he instantly realized something and tentatively asked, "Does Shen Bei have something on you?"

"I just have a bottom line as a person..." Bai Wei said helplessly, "If I were as shameless as Shen Bei, he would have died there."

Vice Minister Qin Tian's Adam's apple bobbed: "Don't tell me you'll get angry one day and deal with Shen Bei."

Vice Minister Qin Tian didn't want to know how Bai Wei was being manipulated by Shen Bei.

But he hoped Bai Wei could calm down and not be provoked by Shen Bei into a rage, casually slapping him to death.

After all, Shen Bei's growth potential and style were truly astonishing.

The future is promising.

"Are you interested in stepping on ants?" Bai Wei retorted.

Vice Minister Qin Tian shrugged, saying nothing.

...

Luxury single room.

Aside from not being able to go out, it was almost no different from a hotel.

The high-level room for truly important "criminal suspects."

Shen Bei was currently playing King of Fighters '97 with Zhuang Bifan.

"Despicable!"

Shen Bei rubbed the controller, his Face extremely displeased, watching his controlled Orochi get into an infinite combo by Zhuang Bifan's Iori, so angry he wanted to throw the controller.

Zhuang Bifan rubbed out combos on his hands, a look of excitement on his Face: "If you can't handle it, don't play. Who told you you can't do infinite combos?"

"Damn it!"

Shen Bei grew anxious: "Is there any Martial Dao left? This is cheating!"

"Just die for me!" Zhuang Bifan stared intently at the screen, completely engrossed in the game.

Shen Bei glanced at the long bench under Zhuang Bifan's butt.

This bench did not belong to the items in this room; Zhuang Bifan had brought it himself.

The entire long bench was about one meter long, exquisitely maintained, and the waxed finish was excellent.

Shen Bei kicked it.

He directly kicked the long bench flying, and Zhuang Bifan landed on his butt on the ground, his control starting to distort.

Shen Bei seized the opportunity, his fingers rubbing the controller, and Orochi broke free from Iori's combo.

Shen Bei continuously operated, executing Sand Kick, Quenching Fire, Head of Sanction, Guillotine.

A smooth set of operations, taking him out directly.

"Master Jin didn't lie to me! I won!"

Shen Bei raised his hands and cheered.

Zhuang Bifan's Face twitched, veins bulging on his neck: "Bai Wei said you were shameless and unscrupulous; you even cheat in a game!"

Shen Bei laughed heartily: "My damn competitive spirit, sigh, it's incurable."

Zhuang Bifan scoffed, got up from the ground, and meticulously wiped the long bench.

The level of care and seriousness was simply astounding.

First, he breathed a few moist breaths, then took out a wood pulp sponge cloth to wipe it, then waxed it, and then polished it.

In Shen Bei's eyes, it was like he was giving the long bench a 'grand massage'.

Shen Bei asked curiously, "A bench, is it that serious?"

"This is my weapon," Zhuang Bifan said somewhat proudly.

Shen Bei tilted his neck ninety degrees, a look of great confusion on his Face: "What, what did you say? A weapon?"

Zhuang Bifan nodded solemnly.

"You wait a minute--"

Shen Bei was a bit bewildered.

In his impression, a Martial Artist's weapons were either swords, axes, long spears, or bows and arrows.

Using a long bench as a weapon, this was the first time Shen Bei had seen such a thing.

"Is there any Dao to this thing?" Shen Bei asked with great curiosity.

Zhuang Bifan lightly stepped on it with his left foot, and the long bench tumbled a few times in the air, landing steadily on the ground, where Zhuang Bifan sat on it with a proud posture.

He patted the long bench and said, "Four legs and eight prongs, as mighty as a hegemon; on the mountain, it dares to fight fierce tigers; in the water, it dares to battle the Sea Dragon King. Among the thirty-six exotic weapons, this is the Horizontal Head Bench."

Shen Bei stroked his chin, recalling a classic line: "The marvel of the folding stool is that it can be hidden among the common people, readily available, and one can sit on it to conceal murderous intent. Even if caught by the police, they can't charge you. It truly deserves to be the king of weapons!"

Brilliant.

At this moment, Zhuang Bifan continued: "The bench's offense emphasizes a false stance, with the waist and horse united. Holding the bench with both hands is a double-grip style, which is the best choice for dealing with long weapons; with each Move and block, it can easily take away the enemy's weapon."

Shen Bei heard this and waved his hand: "Easily take away the enemy's weapon... isn't there a Martial Skill called 'Broken Weapon Art'?"

Your physical method of taking the enemy's weapon, how can it be as powerful as a rule-based ability?

This is so many versions behind!

Zhuang Bifan rolled his eyes: "Can you do it?"

Shen Bei shook his head.

Zhuang Bifan said in a lecturing tone, "Then there you have it. You can't, I can't, but I can still take your weapon. What do you care what Move I use?"

Shen Bei: ...

That actually makes sense; it doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat.

"And holding the bench with one hand is a single-grip style," Zhuang Bifan continued to ramble as if reciting a text, "It is flexible and versatile; one sweep can clear a thousand armies, irresistible."

Shen Bei gave a thumbs up: "You really know how to play."

Zhuang Bifan shrugged: "This is nothing; you haven't seen Eight Grandmothers's weapon, the sacrum of a sheep's head, which is arguably the most terrifying cold weapon!"

Sheep's head sacrum...

Sacrum?

Shen Bei didn't even know how to write that character.

Let alone have seen such a weapon.

Sounds pretty awesome.

Just at this moment.

Bai Wei walked in.

Shen Bei knew then that his interrogation should be over.

If the photos sent by Du Ziteng couldn't clear his name, he would really have to escape.

After all, this room really couldn't hold people...

Shen Bei immediately spoke: "I have nothing to pack. Get the plane tickets; let's go back. No helicopters; they're uncomfortable and too noisy."

Bai Wei heard this, and her smile slowly faded: "You're quite picky. There's food and drink here, and Zhuang Bifan to keep you company. Isn't that good enough?"

Shen Bei immediately felt that something was wrong.

What does this mean?

Are you still going to keep me locked up?

Those photos still don't explain the problem?

Are you really forcing me to become a villainous Devil King?

Shen Bei crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes: "I can't stand injustice. If I escape, you, Bai Wei, can't stop me."

Bai Wei was initially a little startled, but then a surge of anger filled her chest. Her almond eyes widened, and she retorted indignantly, "Do you think I want to keep you locked up?"

"Then what does this mean?"

"The Big Boss said to let you lie low for a while, not to return to Liaobei Province for now. Stay here for a few days, then head to Xing Sha Dungeon."

"The Big Boss definitely didn't say that."

"Do you only feel satisfied if I say he wants you to sober up and humble your sharp edge?"

"That sounds good."

Shen Bei spread his hands.

Bai Wei pouted: "But I won't stop you. You can go out during the day, but Zhuang Bifan must accompany you. Just come back at night."

Shen Bei was instantly overjoyed.

He hadn't experienced Beijing's Labor Market yet!

"Get out of the way, don't delay me from going to work!"

Shen Bei ran out like the wind.

Bai Wei: ???

Zhuang Bifan: ...