A policeman with a black face and a capable temperament came to the middle-aged man and subconsciously lowered his voice: Director, please ask for support from his superiors as soon as possible. What happened here... has exceeded our ability.

I know what to do if I feel restless.

The middle-aged man was also shocked, but as a superior, he had already developed a scheming of not showing his emotions. He just nodded slightly when he heard this and asked calmly: Lao Zheng, what have you discovered?

Faced with the boss's inquiry, the policeman named Lao Zheng shook his head pale and did not dare to answer easily.

In the police system of Bigang City, Lao Zheng is known as a detective and has solved several major family-killing cases. Otherwise, he would not have been regarded as a right-hand man and trained by a middle-aged man.

But no case can make him feel as powerless as he is now.

That doesn't seem like something humans can do.

OK, I'll change the question.

The middle-aged man changed his tone and said calmly: Do you think we need to inform the Wumeng?

Those who die are all warriors, and the Martial Alliance must be involved.

Lao Zheng nodded vigorously and looked around with a careful look. Even though he was used to seeing dead bodies, he still felt creepy when he saw so many corpses of warriors at once: Director, we can take care of ordinary cases, but those monsters... we can't control it. If possible, leave it to the Wu League for full responsibility. We'd better not interfere.

That's all.

The middle-aged man sighed and raised his hand to pat the other person on the shoulder: Lao Zheng, please come on your own and let Wu Meng send someone here immediately.

yes!

Old Zheng stood attentively, saluted military officials, and then turned around and left quickly.

The middle-aged man stood there, watching Lao Zheng go further and further away, coughed lightly, and raised the volume: I heard it all well, and the crime scene is not allowed to be destroyed, and the identity of the deceased is confirmed as soon as possible...

More than an hour later.

The policeman named Lao Zheng returned to Heshan again, but he was not alone, followed by seven or eight warriors with strong qi and blood.

Those warriors, including men and women, old and young, all breathing for a long time and their eyes were radiant, and they obviously had a good cultivation level.

At the front is an old man who looks about seventy years old. He is tall and has a red face. He is wearing a loose moon-white jacket. When he walks, he is like a dragon walking and a tiger walking, exuding the powerful temperament of a mountain standing on the mountain.

Master Xin, you actually came here in person?

Seeing the old man, the middle-aged man couldn't help but change his face and quickly met him.

Although the Yanhuang Wu League has an official background, its structure is very loose. In addition to the general alliance in the capital, there are also branches in major provinces.

The General League has the right to supervise and recommend and veto the branch league, but has no human rights or management rights.

The leader of the alliance is generally a martial arts celebrity with both strength and prestige. Only in this way can one convince the public and minimize friction and disputes.

The local sect and martial arts center jointly elected the candidates for the leader of the branch alliance and then submitted it to the general alliance. If the general alliance has no objection, it can take office immediately, but if the general alliance rejects it, it must be re-referred.

This complex process is the result of mutual compromise between the general alliance and the division.

Most warriors are unruly people, who commit suicide and make promises and avenge their enemies. If the control is too strict and the suppression is too ruthless, it may backfire.

In this case, it is better to give warriors a certain degree of freedom and privilege, so that they can be more peaceful, so as not to cause greater losses to society.

The Yanhuang Wu League came into being on this basis.

The master of the Xin tribe, whose real name is Xin Shiping, is the leader of the Bigang City League of the Yanhuangwu League.

In order to distinguish it from the general alliance, the leader of the division is generally called the leader of the division, which means the leader of the division.

Of course, they are also called the leader in some occasions. After all, people are carried by others in flower sedan chairs, and interpersonal communication is also a profound and profound knowledge.

Xin Shiping looked extremely serious and reluctantly bowed his hand. He said hello to the middle-aged man, his lips were always closed tightly, without saying a word.

He kept walking straight to the big pit in the middle of the battlefield.

When Xin Shiping saw Xue Xuanyuan's unrecognizable corpse, his face finally showed an unconcealed shock, and even the breath in his body was turbulent, rising and falling like a roller coaster.

The warriors following Xin Shiping reacted even more intensely, one by one, as if they were struck by lightning, and could not speak for a long time.

Compared to them, the policemen around who are ordinary people are much more calm.

Sometimes, ignorance is not a kind of happiness.

How is that possible?

Xin Shiping stared at Xue Xuanyuan's body, his lips trembled, and he struggled to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.

The middle-aged man knew what he said and said, and immediately knew what he said.

The deceased person at the bottom of the pit must have been of great origin, otherwise Xin Shiping would not have been so incompetent.

When Xin Shiping's mood calmed down a little, the middle-aged man stepped forward and asked softly: Master Xin, do you know him?

There are probably not many people in the world who don’t know him.

Xin Shiping took a deep breath and closed his eyes: his name was Xue Xuanyuan, the leader of the Baigui Sect, the Grand Master of Danjin, and one of the few super strong people in the Yanhuang martial arts world.

What?

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his whole body was stunned as if he was struck by lightning.

The leader of the Hundred Ghost Sect?

Grand Master of Danjin?

What a strange and noble noun.

Even if a middle-aged man is just an ordinary person, he still understands what these ten words mean.

A great master of Danjin actually died in Heshan?

If this news spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar.

After the initial shock, Xin Shiping gradually returned to normal, turned to face the middle-aged man, and said solemnly: Director Lu, please completely block the news and prohibit anyone from talking about or leaking the matter.

I see.

Director Lu nodded like pounding garlic.

The capital city, the silence of the Ge Garden.

The headquarters of the Yanhuang Wu League is located in Zhige Garden.

Even in the capital of a country where every inch of land is valuable, Zhige Garden can occupy a vast land and magnificent momentum.

Wooden lofts that are different from modern buildings rise from the ground, with varying heights and staggered in an orderly manner, hidden among the green trees and red walls, making them look particularly elegant.

Zhige Garden was a royal family garden hundreds of years ago, but was later allocated to the Wu League by the state. Therefore, pavilions, towers, carved railings and painted buildings are full of classical charm.

At the deepest part of Zhige Garden, there is a building with black and red colors, which is as high as nine floors, and looks like a tower. Each floor is hung with golden wind chimes. From a distance, it looks like a sharp sword penetrates straight into the sky.

On the open space outside the building, a stone tablet that was as tall as a person was standing, with two large characters with endless charm of iron paintings and silver hooks: Return to the truth.

It is the first place to pass the Ge Garden and the return to the real building.
Chapter completed!