Secret Buyer-Chapter 202 - 157: How Will You End This?

"Arrest.....me?"

Chen Qiusheng’s expression returned to calmness, without a trace of ripple, his eyes deep, like a serene spring.

Zhang Fusheng grabbed Jin Qiuyue’s neck and lifted her up, speaking calmly:

"Master Uncle, theoretically, as the second commander of the Chongyang Military Department, we don’t have the authority to arrest you."

"However, according to the Anti-Evil Cult Act, the Director of the Public Security Bureau or the head of an Investigation Branch has the authority to enforce special regulations, and with mutual consent, we can even arrest the Governor."

He spoke slowly, nearly pausing between each word, his sonorous voice echoing through the street,

Hong Tianbao’s eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment—how did his disciple become the Director General?

How long had he been in Chongyang City??

"Cough cough."

Chen Daoling said with a smile:

"What my nephew said isn’t wrong. So, Master Brother, are you planning to... resist arrest?"

In his voice, there was a hint of anticipation.

Chen Qiusheng, though being a Grandmaster, would find it exceedingly difficult if labeled as a cultist. Cooperating with the investigation might still leave him unscathed,

but if he resisted arrest, confirming his identity as a cultist?

Not to mention being a Grandmaster.

Even an Innate Realm expert would have nothing left but to flee and live under an alias.

In fact, the more powerful a cultist is, the more distinguished their overt identity—unless they step into the Divine Spirit Domain, which is a small minority.

Chen Qiusheng lowered his eyelids and chuckled softly:

"Resist arrest, how could I dare?"

He slowly extended his hands and spoke slowly:

"There is a saying, I wonder if you’ve heard it."

Chen Qiusheng said calmly to Zhang Fusheng:

"It’s called, ’Inviting the god is easy, sending the god away is difficult.’"

"You know nothing about the power wielded by a military department officer..."

He stood there quietly, making no movements, yet he managed to intimidate four Grandmasters, leaving them motionless for a moment.

Zhang Fusheng walked forward with Jin Qiuyue, taking special-crafted handcuffs from an action team captain.

’Click!’

The handcuffs closed around Chen Qiusheng’s wrists.

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly:

"What if there’s no intention to ’send the god away’?"

The old man suddenly raised his eyelids, his head leaning forward, nose almost touching Zhang Fusheng’s nose, a big smile tearing across his face.

"Youngster, there’s another saying, ’Learning from one’s mistakes, gaining wisdom.’

"But some people, after learning from their mistakes, can never get up again."

Zhang Fusheng showed no expression, glanced sideways, and said:

"Take him away."

Chen Qiusheng was led to a hovercar, slowly taken away.

The long street soon became empty, leaving only the distant, long police tape drawn by public security officers.

Zhang Fusheng, holding Jin Qiuyue, looked at Yuan Feidao and bowed slightly:

"Regrettably disturbing Master Ancestor, I hope Master Ancestor will forgive us."

Yuan Feidao stood with both hands behind his back, slightly hunched, seemingly smiling yet not, saying:

"You are truly talented, my obedient disciple, perhaps like Tathagata’s descent?"

Chen Daoling and Hong Tianbao’s pupils contracted violently, but Zhang Fusheng didn’t notice anything unusual:

"Master Ancestor overpraises."

The old man laughed heartily, snapped his fingers, and the door that was previously smashed and broken suddenly ’healed’ as if time had reversed.

Perfectly intact.

Not even a single splinter was left on the ground.

Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi stood dumbfounded on the side, the latter pondering, how did Zhang Fusheng become the Director General, how did he become a Grandmaster,

At this moment, Chen Daoling walked forward, his smile disappearing, replaced by seriousness:

"This issue is not over, Chen Qiusheng won’t be easily subdued, and more importantly, I still have no evidence to point him out as a cultist, the most crucial part is..."

Zhang Fusheng nodded steadily:

"Second Master Uncle fears that Master Uncle will resort to ’perishing together,’ correct?"

Chen Daoling furrowed his brow and nodded.

At present, Chen Qiusheng was not in a hopeless situation, not even a dilemma, merely taken away for investigation; he had ten thousand ways to extricate himself.

Of course, Chen Daoling also had ways to truly label him a cultist.

The trouble was,

Chen Qiusheng had full capacity for ’perishing together’—exposing his identity as a Ling Mountain cultist and dragging Chen Daoling, Hong Tianbao, even Yuan Feidao and Zhang Fusheng along with him.

At this moment, Hong Tianbao also stepped forward, momentarily suppressing his shock and confusion,

He didn’t rush to question his young disciple’s cultivation, but opened his mouth solemnly:

"Chen Qiusheng, this person, pays back every score, Fusheng, today’s matter..."

Zhang Fusheng shook his head and said:

"Master Uncle’s intent to kill and his malice are pure and fundamental; with such a person, it is better to strike first. As for the issue of ’perishing together’?"

He looked at Chen Daoling:

"Second Master Uncle, do you know how to fish?"

"Fishing?"

Chen Daoling and Hong Tianbao exchanged glances, what exactly is Zhang Fusheng thinking?

Zhang Fusheng did not answer, raised his head to glance at the sky, and muttered to himself:

"By the way, outside Chongyang City, is there a mountain called ’Liang Mountain’?"

......

Public Security Headquarters.

Because the execution of the ’Anti-Evil Cult Act’ was initiated by the Director General,

Chen Qiusheng was also escorted here—though it was impossible for the facility to imprison a Grandmaster.

The entire Public Security Headquarters building was now enveloped in an eerie atmosphere.

"Has the new Director General... gone mad?"

Such murmurs were heard throughout the building, many people whispering, many were puzzled and astounded.

Leaving aside the fact that he’s a Grandmaster.

He’s the second-in-command of the military department—actually, even the head of the military department!

In a certain sense, Old Mr. Chen’s power was greater than that of the Governor.

After all, the Governor didn’t have authority to mobilize garrison troops, but Old Mr. Chen did.

"What exactly is he thinking??" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Top floor.

Liu Yuan, upon hearing the news, felt dizzy.

He had just returned from the Governance Building, carrying the recently signed appointment order from the Governor, and the result??

Opposite, He Gaozhuo sneered:

"Old Liu, aren’t you opposed to Old Mr. Chen? Shouldn’t you be happy?"

Liu Yuan’s mouth twitched, he said feebly:

"Fine, it’s at this point, why are we still competing? Wang Tianlong died."

Catching his breath, a bewildered expression emerged on his face:

"But I still don’t understand what Zhang Fusheng is thinking? This is a Grandmaster, the old leader of the military department!"

"Correction, the military old second." He Gaozhuo reminded leisurely.

He was probably the least concerned person within the Public Security Headquarters.

On the surface, he belonged to Old Mr. Chen’s faction,

In secret, he had long reached cooperation with Grandmaster Zhang.

Um, given the current situation, to be precise, it’s clinging—he’s clinging to Director Zhang.

Liu Yuan took a deep breath, truly restless.

The term Grandmaster, like a sharp steel blade hanging over his head, who knows if the other party might suddenly have a mental lapse and fly into a rage?

A Grandmaster.

In the blink of an eye, he could tear the entire Governance Building apart!

"Damn!"

Liu Yuan cursed under his breath, wiping his sweat, and quickly headed to the underground Severe Punishment Area.

Here, those imprisoned are all extremely vicious.

A bunch of Martial Arts Masters.

In the past, the Severe Punishment Area was always noisy, but at this moment, it was eerily quiet,

One by one, the Martial Arts Masters wore special shackles, their eyes peering through the bars, blankly and fearfully gazing at an elderly figure sitting serenely.

Active in Chongyang City, one must naturally be well aware of everyone in the city, especially those untouchable figures,

These Martial Arts Masters, of course, ’know’ Old Mr. Chen.

How did this god-like figure end up locked up?

Has the Public Security Bureau gone mad?

In the silence.

Liu Yuan quickly approached, ignoring the glances from the Martial Arts Masters, opened the iron door, and bowed deferentially:

"Elder Chen, I’ll have someone change your room right away. I had no idea about today’s events—the entire Bureau was unaware!"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a turbid breath, the shackles on his body buzzing and sounding a sharp alarm,

Liu Yuan met the elder’s deep, obscure gaze, his legs weakened, almost crumbling down.

"I remember you."

Chen Qiusheng spoke indifferently:

"Your surname is Liu, right? Did my little junior send you?"

Liu Yuan sweated like rain, shaking his head repeatedly:

"You misunderstand, Elder. I have no relation with that lunatic Zhang Fusheng. In fact, there’s a big problem with his identity, the Headquarters is sending someone to investigate!"

He moved forward, wanting to unlock the elder’s shackles, simultaneously saying:

"This guy is not from my Public Security Bureau; I foolishly altered his identity back then. Once you’re freed, I’ll immediately submit a report to the Governor, relieving Zhang Fusheng of his..."

Before finishing.

Suddenly.

The explosion-proof door leading to the Severe Punishment Area emitted a muffled sound.

Liu Yuan looked instinctively.

A clear crack appeared on the thick door capable of withstanding millions of pounds of impact.

’Bang!’

Another muffled sound, the entire explosion-proof door split from the middle, accompanied by a piercing screech,

Two sturdy hands had already reached in through the crack from the outside, grabbing the door, and giving a fierce pull!!

The explosion-proof door shattered.

A man, exuding a primal aura, began walking, his figure like an iron tower, each step causing the silver-white corridor to incessantly tremble.

Liu Yuan’s throat convulsed, recognizing the person.

Military Department, Liu Qingshan.

A contemporary Grandmaster, nicknamed Steel Tiger, once tore apart an Aerospace Ship by hand.

The figure neared, not even glancing at him, kneeled before Chen Qiusheng, and spoke in a muffled voice:

"Commander."

"Ah, Liu....."

Chen Qiusheng said calmly:

"You’re still so impulsive, storming the Severe Punishment Area of the Public Security Bureau. It’s a significant charge; don’t let certain people brand you as a cultist."

Kneeling on one knee, Steel Tiger raised his head, grinned, revealing iron-black teeth,

With bulging veins and muscles on his arms, emanating a terrifying sense of ultimate strength.

He smiled and spoke:

"I’ve exercised restraint; initially, I planned to mobilize dozens of Aerospace Ships to obliterate this place with a volley."

Liu Yuan’s eyelids twitched wildly.

Chen Qiusheng chuckled and shook his head:

"Enough, I’m fine, you can go back."

Steel Tiger was perplexed:

"I came to fetch you."

Yet Chen Qiusheng shook his head again:

"No, no, I still wish to stay here, a bit longer, as long as possible, I want to see..."

He suddenly raised his eyebrow.

A young man had unknowingly appeared beside Steel Tiger.

"Indulging your subordinate in storming the Public Security Bureau, Master Uncle, it adds to your crimes."

Zhang Fusheng’s calm voice resonated through the corridor.

Liu Yuan swallowed hard:

"Director General....."

His head throbbed intensely, Zhang Fusheng’s five fingers covered his skull, the fingertips piercing into his skull, forcibly lifting him up.

"Traitor."

Liu Yuan struggled desperately, yet the terrifying force flowed through his skull, pierced through his entire body, akin to a steel nail, pinning him firmly, unable to move!

"Spare.... me....."

The middle-aged man pleaded.

Zhang Fusheng remained expressionless, not even sparing him a glance, only staring at Chen Qiusheng, inquiring:

"Master Uncle, do you think I should release him?"

Chen Qiusheng replied calmly:

"Why involve these little ones in our conflict? Release him."

"Alright."

Zhang Fusheng nodded, exerting his hand, a force of thirty million pounds surged, causing Liu Yuan’s skull to explode.

A headless body slumped limply to the ground.

"Released."

He said.

Chen Qiusheng showed no change or fluctuation in expression, sighed deeply:

"You child....."

He closed his eyes, speaking faintly:

"It should be starting soon... did you hear the buzzing?"

Zhang Fusheng squinted, in the Grand Realm, with fiery organs, ears moved, capable of hearing hundreds of miles.

At this moment, hearing clearly the roar of engines outside the city.

It’s Aerospace Ships.

A fleet of Aerospace Ships soaring into the air.

"How will you wrap this up?"

Chen Qiusheng gazed at Zhang Fusheng with interest, asking.

The latter shrugged his shoulders:

"How to wrap it up is my concern."

"As for you."

Zhang Fusheng smiled benevolently, recalling the past data glimpsed earlier, including the recent incident of Chen Qiusheng nailing his master’s hand.

His smile suddenly vanished:

"Old geezer, you sure don’t need to ’wrap it up’.....find someone to collect the corpse for you."