Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

The Censorate, the Fifth Division of the Plum Blossom Bureau, the main office hall.

Bi Muge arrived as ordered and, led by the servants, entered the main hall tea room.

Holding his weapon, he bowed and clasped his hands, saying, "Commander, Chief Bi has arrived."

Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly and waved to Zhiqi. Zhiqi understood and turned to leave the tea room alone, closing the door behind him to give the two of them enough private space to talk.

Bi Muge faced Zhou Qingfeng, bowed respectfully and clasped his hands in greeting: "This humble official greets the Commander."

"Sit down, don't be nervous." Zhou Qingfeng smiled and gestured for Bi Muge to sit down next to him.

Bi Muge sat down cautiously, keeping a very low profile. It was impossible for him not to be nervous, because his fate was now in Zhou Qingfeng's hands, and he had no confidence whatsoever in front of Zhou Qingfeng.

He felt lost and fearful about the future. He used to be a core member of the Luo family gang, and with the Luo family gang as his backing, he was very confident. But now he has completely turned against the Luo family gang.

There was nothing behind him; everything that had once existed seemed to have vanished.

He didn't know if his choice was right.

"I called you here today because I need your help, but I think it's necessary to ask for your opinion." Zhou Qingfeng smiled and leaned back in his chair, casually picking up an exquisite teapot and pouring Bi Muge a cup of tea.

Upon seeing this, Bi Muge quickly stood up and respectfully held the teacup with both hands, expressing his gratitude: "Commander, please feel free to give any instructions. It is a blessing that I could never have earned in my entire life to have the opportunity to serve you."

Zhou Qingfeng looked at Bi Muge with a smile and said gently, "What if I asked you to deal with your classmates and teachers?"

Wen Yu's soft words were like a cold, sharp knife that pierced directly into Bi Muge's heart.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Bi Muge couldn't help but tremble for a moment, almost spilling the tea. The ripples in the teacup mirrored the turmoil in his heart.

Zhou Qingfeng observed this but didn't say anything to point it out.

Going undercover is one thing, but personally taking action against former classmates and teachers is another.

After all, cultivators who consume impure energy cultivate by absorbing impure energy, and their inner emotions are far richer and more intense than those of ordinary people.

They are more extreme and sensitive than ordinary people in matters of love, hate, and passion.

Zhou Qingfeng smiled and took a sip of tea, patiently waiting for Bi Muge's reply.

If Bi Muge agrees without hesitation, he will raise the butcher's knife against his teacher and classmates.

Once I reclaim the power of the Fifth Division, there will be no need for Bi Muge to stay by my side or be employed by me. I will not let him into my core team. Afterwards, I will promote him to a sinecure, keep him away from the core of power, and ensure his wealth and honor and prestige. But he can forget about holding real power in the future.

After all, such a heartless and treacherous person would even use his mentor and close classmates to secure a bright future. Keeping such a person around and employing him could easily backfire and harm him in the future.

If Bi Muge refuses in every way and refuses, it proves that he is a man of great loyalty and affection, and still has the feelings of teachers and classmates in his heart. If he rises to prominence and holds a high position in the future, he may harbor resentment and desire for revenge when he thinks about how he killed his teacher and classmates. Therefore, he must be eliminated afterward to prevent future troubles.

"I would gladly die to share the commander's burdens," Bi Muge said resolutely, rising to accept the order with clasped hands.

He believed this was an opportunity for the commander to pledge his loyalty, and only by personally taking the heads of his teachers and classmates and presenting them to him could he be fully accepted as one of his own by the commander.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng chuckled and stepped forward to support Bi Muge's arm: "Alright, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. Once this matter is over, I will definitely not treat you unfairly. Come with me, I'll take you to see someone."

"Yes." Bi Muge took a deep breath, bowed and clasped his hands in response, trying to calm his excitement.

Zhou Qingfeng turned and walked to the bookshelf, gently pulling out half of a book. A section of the tea room floor slowly unfolded like wings, revealing a staircase leading to the basement.

Upon seeing this, Bi Muge looked surprised and puzzled.

Zhou Qingfeng strode towards the basement without offering any explanation, so Bi Muge had no choice but to follow slowly. Once inside, they found that the basement wasn't very big, at most three zhang long, wide, and one person high.

Furthermore, a prisoner was being held in the basement. The prisoner's hands and feet were bound by ancient, shackled chains. His hair was gray and disheveled, and his head was drooping, obscuring his face. Apart from the prisoner, there was nothing else in the entire basement.

Zhou Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Zhuang Zheng, look up and see who has come to visit you."

The basement was a makeshift structure, and only Zhou Qingfeng and Jin Wei knew that Zhuang Zheng was being secretly imprisoned there.

"Zhuang Zheng?" Bi Muge was surprised and doubtful. He did not expect that this prisoner was Zhuang Zheng. Even looking at the person in front of him, he could not recognize him as the Zhuang Zheng who was once full of vigor, because his physical appearance had changed quite a bit.

Zhuang Zheng slowly raised his head to look at Bi Muge. A change appeared on his numb face, and his dull eyes brightened. He said in a hoarse voice, "Old Bi, what are you doing here?"

Bi Muge was speechless: "..."

Zhou Qingfeng said calmly, "Master Bi, persuade him to recognize the current situation."

Upon hearing this, Bi Muge clasped his hands and bowed his head: "Yes, Commander, this humble official knows what to do."

Zhou Qingfeng turned and left the basement, returned to the ground floor, picked up his coat, sat down, and slowly sipped his tea.

Bi Muge squatted down in the basement and reached out to smooth Zhuang Zheng's hair, who was suffering from poor health: "Old Zhuang, I have already pledged allegiance to the Commander. The Luo Family Gang is now doomed and has fallen apart. Don't try to hold on anymore."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Zheng's eyes widened in disbelief.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bi Muge continued to persuade him: "Old Zhuang, no matter what anyone promised you, they are now in a precarious situation. While you still have a chance, tell them everything you know. Perhaps you can atone for your sins. You will certainly not escape death, but I will plead with the commander to try my best not to harm your family."

Zhuang Zheng still found it hard to accept. Before being imprisoned, the Luo family gang could still go toe-to-toe with Zhou Qingfeng. But after being imprisoned for a period of time, the Luo family gang was about to be finished. The amount of information was too much, and Zhuang Zheng was somewhat unable to accept this sudden change. He really needed time to digest it.

Seeing this, Bi Muge remained patient and continued to communicate with him, appealing to his emotions and reasoning with him. She analyzed the current situation for Zhuang Zheng and explained the pros and cons. As she spoke, Zhuang Zheng's eyes turned red.

Zhuang Zheng grabbed Bi Muge's collar and roared, "Old Bi, I'll fuck your mother! You traitorous bastard, you actually betrayed us and came to fight us for Zhou Silang! I curse you to die a horrible death!"

Bi Muge frowned slightly, tilted his head back to create some distance, and let Zhuang Zheng roar and vent his anger, because Zhuang Zheng's magic power and supernatural abilities were currently restricted, so he posed no threat to him at all.

"We both serve as officials in the Sword Tower, and we are both loyal to the First City Lord. How can you talk about betrayal?"

"Those who understand the times are wise, Laozi and Zhuangzi. This is your last chance to redeem yourself."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Zheng's eyes turned bloodshot, and he wished he could devour Bi Muge alive. However, he knew he couldn't do anything to Bi Muge, so he could only let go, turn around, and walk to the side. He looked up and laughed bitterly, "The situation is hopeless. What's the point of me persisting to the end? Forget it, get me some paper and pen!"

Bi Muge casually waved his hand, took out paper and pen from his storage ring, and placed them in front of Zhuang Zheng.

Zhuang Zheng picked up his pen and wrote a confession. He finished one page and started writing another, writing a total of thirty pages before signing and affixing his fingerprint. Bi Muge then compiled the confessions into a booklet, got up, and left the basement.

"Commander, this is a confession personally written by Zhuang Zheng." Bi Muge bowed respectfully and handed it over.

Zhou Qingfeng nodded calmly, took the confession and read it word by word.

Zhuang Zheng's response was entirely expected; he hadn't spoken up before because the Luo family gang hadn't collapsed yet.

Now that the Luo family gang has been shattered and disintegrated, there is no point in continuing to be stubborn. It would be better to tell the whole truth and seek legal leniency than to end up with nothing and have your family perish with you.

"Hmm, it's written in great detail." After reading one page, Zhou Qingfeng continued to the second page. He discovered that Zhuang Zheng knew quite a few secrets, such as the fact that the new director of the Night Patrol Division was put in power by Zhuang Zheng and Zhai Xingyuan.

Zhuang Zheng also confessed to several hiding places for brewing illicit liquor in the wild, the various transportation channels, the companies that distributed the illicit liquor, and who in the city defense army, the night patrol department, and the Changping Department were involved in the operation.

This bootlegging operation ultimately led to Zhai Xingyuan.

The detailed list of profit-sharing from the private liquor business was in Zhai Xingyuan's hands. For safety reasons, to avoid a situation where everyone in the business would be wiped out, Zhai Xingyuan never told Zhuang Zheng which other powerful figures had shares in the business.

Zhou Qingfeng asked casually, "Master Bi, do you have any shares in the bootlegging business?"

Bi Muge's expression was somewhat subtle: "A share of the profits!?"

"Old Yan, are you sure you want to sell your last few shares?" At Yaochi Manor, Zhai Xingyuan and Yan Wenjiu were drinking and eating together. Yan Wenjiu wanted to sell his shares to cash out, but Zhai Xingyuan was trying to dissuade him. This was because Yan Wenjiu had been selling his shares to cash out for the past month or two, and now he had very few shares left.

Yan Wenjiu said with a troubled expression, "I'm really short of money lately."

Zhai Xingyuan said, "You know that our private liquor business is expanding day by day. This year's year-end dividend is expected to be three times that of last year, and we will receive money every year. If you sell your shares, it's like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."

Yan Wenjiu forced a smile: "Then just give me a higher price."

“Alright.” Zhai Xingyuan shook his head. He didn’t know what difficulties Yan Wenjiu had encountered that required him to sell off his shares repeatedly to make ends meet, but he had no intention of asking, because he already had enough troubles.

"Consider the fifty million in legal tender as a buyout of your shares. Go to the accounting office to collect the money yourself."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjiu stood up and left, saying, "Old Zhai, thank you. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave."

After leaving Yaochi Manor, Yan Wenjiu rushed to the Two and a Half Riverbank without stopping, quickly boarded the Dreamy Painting Boat on the riverbank, walked into the private room as if no one else was there, and then closed the door tightly.

Qi Meng, dressed in a red silk nightgown, was sitting in front of the mirror, getting ready. Hearing the sound, she looked up and saw Yan Wenjiu, whom she hadn't seen for many days. Her face lit up with joy, but then a hint of resentment appeared. She wanted to scold him but didn't dare. She was afraid that Yan Wenjiu would just disappear without saying anything, and then she really wouldn't know what to do.

Yan Wenjiu said solemnly, "I'm leaving. I came here today to say goodbye."

"Ah?" Qi Meng panicked and quickly got up to grab Yan Wenjiu's arm. "Master Yan, please don't leave me. Wherever you go, take me with you. I don't want to be alone."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjiu shook his head and refused, then took out the prepared banknotes and placed them in her hand: "This is two million in legal tender. I have been preparing this for you for the past ten years. This amount of money is enough for you to redeem yourself and live a peaceful life."

Qi Meng grabbed Yan Wenjiu, pleading frantically, "No, Yan Wenjiu, don't leave me, take me with you..."

Yan Wenjiu calmly reached out and cupped Qimeng's face, staring straight into her eyes, and said coldly, "If you come with me, you're doomed. I'm already in dire straits myself, so I can't take you with me. I can't be with you. We have no future. Do you understand?"

Qi Meng shook her head with tears in her eyes, completely unable to understand what Yan Wenjiu was saying.

All she knew was that the meaning of her life over the past ten years was Yan Wenjiu, and her world consisted only of Yan Wenjiu. If Yan Wenjiu suddenly disappeared from her world, she didn't know how she would go on living.

Yan Wenjiu gritted her teeth and decided to tell the truth so that this woman would understand the current situation: "Actually, my name is not Yan Wenjiu. My real name is Yu Chuxin. I am a Class A wanted criminal who is wanted throughout the empire."

"As long as someone has my head, they can exchange it for 420 million yuan in legal fees at any local government office."

"Do you know what this means? There is no place for me in the entire Python Sparrow Empire. I am always on the run, living in constant fear. Countless experts are hunting me down for the bounty. If you follow me, you will die."

"Listen to me, take the money and live a good life from now on, and don't think about me anymore."

Qi Meng was somewhat dazed, her brain unable to process such a large amount of information at once, but she knew that Yan Wenjiu was leaving and would never come back. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she refused to let go.

Seeing this, Yan Wenjiu took a deep breath and embraced the crying woman in front of him: "Thank you, thank you for being with me for ten years. Because of you, I haven't had any nightmares in these ten years."

Qimeng felt so breathless from being held so tightly that her brain was deprived of oxygen, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Wenjiu carried Qimeng to the bed and placed her down, then quietly turned and left.

The Luo family gang is falling apart and their days are numbered. If he doesn't escape now, he will die in Sword Tower City.

Moreover, his second brother, Ouyang, was aggressive and constantly extorted money from him in secret. He was almost drained dry. Apart from his monthly salary, his only extra income was the dividends from his shares in the illicit liquor business.

Taking this share of the profits is merely a matter of going along with the crowd; he has no choice but to take it, otherwise he would not have reached his current position, and he would not be a core member of the Luo family gang. Yan Wenjiu knows that everything he has achieved is hard-won, so he cherishes it all the more and has never taken the initiative to use his power to embezzle or accept bribes, because that could easily ruin his current life.

Now, I can't keep my current life, and I'm forced to flee again.

Yan Wenjiu felt incredibly exhausted. During his escape, he lived in constant fear, facing endless pursuit and keeping his mind on edge. Those who haven't experienced the life of a fugitive can't truly understand the feeling of living in constant terror, which is enough to drive someone crazy and out of control.

Before fleeing abroad, Yan Wenjiu had to do one last thing.

That was to plot the murder of his second brother, Ouyang. Otherwise, no matter where he fled, Ouyang would follow him like a shadow, ruining his carefully constructed life once again, and he would never be able to truly start over.

Yan Wenjiu said, "Che Yuxuan, I have a plan that can help you capture Ouyang and bring him to justice within a limited time."