Chapter 1 What About Songhai Branch?

“So what does the Songhai branch think?” Zhang Yuanqing asked.

“If the Fu Province branch can protect Zhu Rong, the Songhai branch can naturally protect the Palace Master Zhisha.”

Hearing the centurion say this, Zhang Yuanqing understood and smiled:

“So, the Zhu family has to swallow this loss.”

The Zhu family, and even the Fu Province branch, have no law enforcement power in Songhai. As long as the Songhai branch protects the Palace Master Zhisha, there’s nothing they can do.

This is a taste of one's own medicine.

Fu Qingyang kept his hands in his pockets, his handsome face maintaining its usual indifference. He nodded lightly:

“Palace Master Zhisha seems crazy and extreme, but in reality, she is skilled at calculation.”

Zhang Yuanqing agreed with Fu Qingyang's assessment.

The Palace Master was telling the Zhu family that even if she skinned Zhu Rong and slapped the Zhu family's face, there was nothing they could do about it.

If they dared to covet her gigolo again, next time it wouldn't be as simple as skinning; she would kill someone, and the Zhu family still couldn't do anything.

Of course, if she really killed Zhu Rong, the Zhu family would definitely not let it go. If they couldn’t do it openly, they would do it secretly. So, the Palace Master didn't kill Zhu Rong, but taught her a harsh lesson.

In this way, the Zhu family received the threat, but there was still room for maneuver. Even if they were unwilling, they would have to swallow their anger.

She grasped the scale perfectly.

Zhu Rong's trouble was temporarily resolved. When he had the ability in the future, he would settle accounts with Zhu Rong. She had to pay the price for the Copper Sparrow Terrace case… Zhang Yuanqing then brought up another matter.

“Centurion, has there been any response from above regarding the case of Kou Beiyue’s sister?”

Fu Qingyang frowned, his heroic eyebrows furrowing, and said:

“There has been no response, and there won't be any response. You want to overturn the case for Kou Beiyue, for his sister, you can, but you can't let the Public Security Bureau admit that the security captain fabricated evidence to frame Kou Beiyue.

“If you’re willing to take a step back, you might as well listen to my suggestion.”

Zhang Yuanqing straightened his back, “Centurion, please speak.”

Fu Qingyang's eyes remained fixed on the battle in the arena. He said:

“The new chief of the Shakou District Public Security Bureau just took office last week. The new chief is determined to govern well and rectify discipline. He has re-examined the cases from the past few years and discovered that Kou Beiyue’s sister-killing case is full of doubts and lacks evidence. The murderer is someone else.

“Therefore, he revoked Kou Beiyue's wanted order, and the Shakou District Public Security Bureau will re-investigate this case and will definitely catch the murderer.”

At this point, Fu Qingyang turned his head to look at him, “If you agree with this statement, I will communicate on your behalf.”

Fu Qingyang's political skills are maxed out… Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but recall the operation where this aloof young master framed Dark Night Rose during the Crimson Moon incident, and he sighed inwardly.

This was the only way. Being able to restore Kou Beiyue's innocence and allow him to hold his head high was the goal… Zhang Yuanqing said,

“Okay.”

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, looked back at the arena, and then said:

“Your second solo Lingjing Xingzhe trial is coming soon, right? Let me tell you something interesting. In the Elder group, many old guys are very much looking forward to what difficulty level your second exclusive Lingjing Xingzhe will be, even more than the Saint-level competition.”

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, “How so?”

As soon as he said this, Zhang Yuanqing regretted it. He seemed to hear Fu Qingyang’s answer – the competition lacks anticipation because the champion will inevitably be me!

However, Fu Qingyang’s answer was:

“The female marshal entered an S-rank trial once, an A-rank trial twice, and a massacre dungeon once during the Transcendent stage, and then advanced to the Saint level.

“The old guys are evaluating your potential based on the number of times you enter dungeons, the difficulty level, and the speed of your leveling up. If your growth trajectory in the Transcendent stage is similar to that of the female marshal, then you have the qualifications to become the alliance leader. But...

“If your growth trajectory in the Saint stage is similar to that of the female marshal, then you will…”

“I will become a candidate for the next alliance leader?”

“You can snatch the title of 'Over the River Pawn'.”

The title of 'Over the River Pawn'… Zhang Yuanqing thought seriously for a few seconds, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Good fellow, so this is what you were waiting for. I was careless.

Fu Qingyang was not ashamed at all and slowly said:

“I am also looking forward to the difficulty level of your next dungeon. Remember to report to Li Dongze before entering the dungeon.”

........

The next day, nine o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Yuanqing arrived at Fu Jia Wan and entered the luxurious office.

Fu Qingyang sat behind a large desk, dressed in white, gazing at the subordinate who entered, and said:

“The Shakou District Public Security Bureau has replied. They agree with my suggestion, but the people from the Public Security Bureau will not come forward. You have to say it yourself. Also, there will be no compensation.”

He pushed a document stamped with the official seal of the Shakou District Public Security Bureau over.

“This explanation is the biggest concession they will make.”

I have to say it myself… No compensation… Zhang Yuanqing's face darkened.

The attitude of the Shakou District Public Security Bureau was like a compromise made by someone being pestered by a rogue, full of contempt and arrogance.

We agree, which is already giving you face, but don't imagine that our people will come forward to handle this matter. As for compensation, don't even think about it.

Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, “Okay.

“But I need to trouble the centurion to pass a message to the chief of the Shakou District Public Security Bureau. It must be conveyed.”

Fu Qingyang nodded, “What message?”

“Cao Ni Ma!”...

Wuhen Hotel.

Kou Beiyue, dressed in a deliveryman's uniform, sat on the lounge chair next to the front desk, looking worried, scratching his head from time to time.

Xiao Yuan stood gracefully behind the front desk and said calmly, “Are you worried about Yuanshi Tianzun? He has already handled the elder sister’s curse properly. There will be no after-effects.”

“Really?” Kou Beiyue said with joy, “That’s good.”

Then he continued to be depressed, continuing to frown.

Xiao Yuan frowned, “If you have something to say, just say it!”

Kou Beiyue had been in this state for a long time. She originally thought he was worried about the safety of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Kou Beiyue murmured:

“My dad is sick. Yesterday, I secretly went to the place where they lived to visit.”

“What disease?” “Ankylosing spondylitis.”

“So you need money, right?” Xiao Yuan said.

Kou Beiyue was silent. After a long time, he choked out a word, “Yes.”

Once he said this word, the affected young man finally relieved himself of the burden of his dignity and shamelessness. His emotions had an outlet, and he said:

“Ever since my sister and I had an accident, my dad has been very depressed. He couldn’t stay in the place where he lived for decades anymore. He moved with my mom and cut off contact with relatives.

“My mom has a bad heart and has been taking medicine, so my dad is under a lot of pressure. He is having a very hard time. Yesterday, I went to see him and suddenly found that he was full of white hair, black and thin. I almost didn’t recognize him.

“I really want to show up and see them, I really want to be with them, I really want them to stand up straight and be human, but I dare not.”

Kou Beiyue rubbed his face hard, “Xiao Yuan, I miss my parents, I want to go home…”

Xiao Yuan listened quietly, her eyes a little dazed.

At this moment, the glass door of the hotel suddenly opened, and a young man wearing a public security officer uniform and carrying a briefcase walked in.

Xiao Yuan looked the young man up and down.

Kou Beiyue immediately put away his frustrated and sad expression, put on his proud and rebellious look, and sized him up.

“Why are you wearing dog skin?”

“Take it off quickly. My fist itches when I see someone wearing dog skin.”

Zhang Yuanqing sneered, “You can’t beat me anyway. Believe it or not, I can make you call me daddy just by moving my lips.”

How could Kou Beiyue endure such a provocation? His eyebrows raised: “Bullshit! If you have this ability, I will call you that when I see you in the future.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yuanshi Tianzun take out a document from his briefcase and show it to him.

What the hell is this… Kou Beiyue was about to wave his hand away, but his eyes swept over the document, and he suddenly widened his eyes, his body stiffened there, and his breathing became rapid.

Seeing Kou Beiyue, who was reckless, rude, and not emotionally delicate, showing such an expression, Xiao Yuan was stunned, and then, from Yuanshi Tianzun’s dress, she thought of something.

Her slightly dull eyes lit up with brilliant light.

Zhang Yuanqing patted Kou Beiyue’s face with the document, just like a tycoon slapping a wage slave’s cheek with banknotes, and shouted:

“Call me daddy!”

…Kou Beiyue’s face turned red.

A white car slowly drove into Pingxiang Town.

Pingxiang Town is a town near Jinshan City. There are no high-rise buildings or beautiful infrastructure. It is mainly composed of red brick houses common in rural towns. The more decent ones have white paint on the walls and red glazed tiles on the roofs.

The supermarkets, shops and restaurants on both sides of the town’s main road are decorated in a style that leans towards the beginning of this century.

Before long, following Kou Beiyue’s guidance, the white car came to a four-story red brick house, where his parents lived.

To be precise, they lived in one of the rooms in this building.

With the development of the economy, industrialization has moved from cities to towns and villages. The influx of a large number of people has brought about the need for accommodation, and building houses for rent has become the fastest and most stable way for locals to make money.

Kou Beiyue’s parents lived in this building, on the third floor, the room near the staircase.

Zhang Yuanqing heard Kou Beiyue say that his parents had been living frugally for the past two years. They endured minor illnesses and did not dare to seek medical treatment for major illnesses. In fact, Kou Beiyue’s family had a house in Jinshan City.

But the old couple had never sold it, preferring to live a hard life rather than sell the house.

The reason for this was probably because they were afraid that their beastly son would not be able to find his way home in the future.

The three got out of the car, entered the red brick building, and went up the stairs to the third floor.

Kou Beiyue took several deep breaths, his right hand raised and then fell. Finally, he mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

“Dong, dong.”

A few seconds later, the door opened, and behind the door was a thin middle-aged woman with dark skin, covered in sun spots, and deep crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

Her face was full of vicissitudes.

The middle-aged woman was obviously stunned when she saw Kou Beiyue, and then her lips began to tremble, and her eyes began to tremble.

She just looked at Kou Beiyue, letting tears flow from her eyes.

Zhang Yuanqing watched silently from the side. From the middle-aged woman's expression and eyes, he saw many emotions: anger, grief, hatred, longing… It was hard to imagine that a person could burst out with such complex emotions in just a few seconds.

It seemed that her heart was already swallowed up by the tide of emotions.

Kou Beiyue pursed his lips, looked at his mother, and said nothing.

He hated his parents for not trusting him, and hated everyone for wronging him.

He would never cry or say a word of submission.

A teenager of this age was stubbornly stubborn.

Suddenly, a low, angry roar came from the room.

A middle-aged man in a vest, holding a kitchen knife, ran over with a stiff spine.

His face was fierce, his expression was ferocious, but his eyes were filled with a sea of sadness.

Now, Zhang Yuanqing could no longer watch from the sidelines. He passed the middle-aged woman and met Kou’s father, who was waving the kitchen knife, snatching it away with a flick of his hand.

“Beast, I will kill you, you beast. How dare you come? How dare you come…”

The middle-aged man roared angrily, tears streaming down his face.

Faced with his father's abuse and accusations, Kou Beiyue's eyes turned red, his neck stiffened, and he said nothing.

Zhang Yuanqing repeatedly said things like “calm down”, “don’t be impulsive”, and “I am a public security officer”. He dragged the middle-aged man to the table and sat down, half persuading and half using force.

The layout of the house was very simple, one bedroom and one bathroom. The bedroom and the kitchen were connected. No, there was no kitchen. The so-called kitchen was actually a table placed by the window for placing a gas stove.

A gas tank stood next to it.

“Don’t get excited, calm down.”

Zhang Yuanqing emphasized again, and then took out the document, placed it on the table, and said:

“Kou Beiyue’s case is going to be retried. After our investigation, we found that he is innocent. This is the explanation from the Shakou District Public Security Bureau.”

As he said this, he took out his certificate and said, “I am a public security officer from the Shakou District Public Security Bureau.”

Hearing these words, the middle-aged woman at the door almost pounced on the table and, together with her husband, whose hands were shaking, finished reading the document.

A dozen seconds later, the middle-aged woman burst into tears, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances of the past two years.

Kou Beiyue’s father kept wiping his eyes, tears streaming down his face, unable to tell whether it was joy or sadness.

“Comrade Public Security Officer, thank you, thank you…”

The middle-aged woman held Zhang Yuanqing’s hand tightly, choking with grief.

This was supposed to be an explanation for you, why does it seem like a gift?

Zhang Yuanqing, who thought he would be chased and chopped, suddenly lost all his emotions. He put the briefcase on the table and said:

“Here is 300,000 yuan, which is the compensation from the Public Security Bureau.”

After doing all this, he turned around and left quickly.

Aunt Xiao Yuan closed the door, not disturbing the family reunion, and left with Zhang Yuanqing.

“Why are you suddenly unhappy?”

Walking out of the red brick building, her voice was unusually gentle.

“The compensation was paid by me. The Shakou District Public Security Bureau didn’t want to admit this at all. They were only willing to give an explanation. They couldn’t see Kou Beiyue’s injustice, they couldn’t see the humiliation and despair of the victim’s family.

“They never thought they should give the people an explanation, no, not even an explanation.” Zhang Yuanqing looked at the sky and said in a low voice.

“I saw the arrogance of those in power, and I am very angry, but… I am powerless.”

···.

The next day, 9:30 a.m.

In the Colosseum, the new favorite of the White Tiger Guard, sitting next to the gang leader, said:

“Centurion, Kou Beiyue’s matter has been resolved. Thank you very much.”

Fu Qingyang didn’t look at him, but looked at the arena: “I didn’t feel any gratitude in your tone. By the way, I have conveyed what you said yesterday.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Well, I have received it now.” Fu Qingyang nodded in satisfaction.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, it was finally resolved.

Next, he would adjust his state and prepare for the massacre dungeon or the second solo Lingjing Xingzhe trial.

If the second solo Lingjing Xingzhe trial was later than the massacre dungeon, then it would not be a Night Wanderer’s exclusive Lingjing Xingzhe, but a Star Official’s exclusive Lingjing Xingzhe.

He wondered what the Star Official’s dungeon would be like.

Time passed slowly. By 11:00 a.m., four groups of contestants had finished their matches. It was worth mentioning that today’s competition was for the top 16 of the Saint level.

The quality of the contestants was obviously higher than the previous two days.

Fu Qingyang said that if everything went smoothly, the top eight and top four would compete tomorrow, and the championship competition would be the day after tomorrow.

“Yuanshi, if we calculate the time, your solo Lingjing Xingzhe trial should be in the next few days, right?”

Guan Ya said.

“I have been reading the strategy recently. Even if I encounter an S-level trial, I am confident.” Zhang Yuanqing said confidently.

The Sacrificial Ceremony Set gave him extremely strong confidence.

You Fenglaiyi in the back row reminded:

“Don’t be too confident, you bastard. The difficulty of an S-level trial Lingjing Xingzhe and an S-level three-star Lingjing Xingzhe is not on the same level.

The danger of the Yu Ling Tunnel is a dead end for ordinary people, but for two-star and three-star Lingjing Xingzhe, it’s like a kids game.

So, a three-star S-level solo Lingjing Xingzhe, no, even an A-level Lingjing Xingzhe, is extremely dangerous.”

Zhang Yuanqing was about to speak when he suddenly heard the Lingjing Xingzhe prompt in his ear:

[Ding, the Lingjing Xingzhe map is being opened. You will enter the Lingjing Xingzhe in 60 seconds. The Lingjing Xingzhe you are entering this time is “The Village of Silence”, number: 1018]

[Difficulty Level: A]

[Type: Solo (Death Type)]

[Main Mission: Survive for 24 hours.] [Note: Non-Lingjing Xingzhe items cannot be brought in.]

[Lingjing Xingzhe Introduction for Number 1018: One day, a villager Wang Xiaoer dug out an ancient tomb in the back mountain. There was a female corpse in the tomb, as well as rich burial objects. Wang Xiaoer stole the burial objects and planned to sell them to a wealthy family in the provincial capital. Unexpectedly, that night, she followed him out…]

Zhang Yuanqing never expected that the solo Lingjing Xingzhe trial would open at this time. The previous three Lingjing Xingzhe missions had all opened at night.

This gave him the illusion that his Lingjing Xingzhe missions were all at night.

Wait, I have read all the Lingjing Xingzhe strategies given by the Taiyi Sect for the Village of Silence. There is no dungeon called the Village of Silence… A dungeon that has not been strategized or has the Taiyi Sect not recorded it?

There is a difference between the two. If it has not been strategized, then it is a first-kill dungeon. In the latter case, the Night Wanderers outside the Taiyi Sect may have cleared it, but the Night Wanderers of the Taiyi Sect have not, so it is not included in the database.

But no matter which one it is, a strategy that is not in the database means great value, but the crisis is also greatly increased for the person entering the dungeon.

Zhang Yuanqing’s face changed.

“Centurion, my Lingjing Xingzhe mission is here.”