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South City Law Enforcement Team.

trial room.

Anyone who has been in an interrogation room knows this.

There are no windows here.

Only one incandescent light bulb hung overhead, making people's faces turn bluish.

Even the surrounding walls are made of specially made soundproofing materials, making it feel extremely oppressive when you sit inside.

however.

Lu Chuan, however, sat in the iron chair, looking relaxed.

Opposite to him.

Wen Long was holding a thick document in his hand.

He tapped on the table every now and then, deliberately creating a rhythm that was unsettling.

"Tell me about it."

He suddenly threw the documents on the table.

"Since you're a seven-star martial artist, why don't you register with the Martial Arts Association?"

This is common sense; anyone who reaches the level of a martial artist can register with the local martial arts association.

This is for the sake of easier management.

It's also in order to enjoy the corresponding benefits.

People like Lu Chuan, who clearly have the ability but have been hiding their true identity, are seen as potential destabilizing factors by law enforcement.

Lu Chuan shrugged, his expression calm.

"I don't have time."

"No time?"

Wen Long sneered.

"You're a zookeeper, feeding monkeys every day, and you're telling me you don't have time to register?"

"Feeding monkeys is quite a busy job, you know."

Lu Chuan said lazily,

"Besides, I'm used to being lazy and don't like being constrained."

"The Martial Arts Association has too many rules, and if I go there I'll have to take orders from others, I don't want to."

"And one more thing, Captain Wen."

"While federal law encourages martial artists to register, there doesn't seem to be any explicit provision stating that not registering is illegal, right?"

Wen Long choked for a moment.

Indeed, not registering is at most a violation, but not a crime.

But this kid's attitude was too arrogant.

He didn't look like a suspect who had been arrested at all; he looked more like an old man who had come to have tea.

"Fine, you're pretty stubborn."

Wen Long took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

"Then let's get down to business."

Where were you a few nights ago?

"What are you doing?"

"A few nights ago?"

"Which day?"

Lu Chuan pretended to think for a moment,

"I usually sleep at home at night, what else can I do?"

"Just five days ago..."

"sleep."

"Is there anyone who can testify?"

"I live alone, where would I find witnesses?"

Lu Chuan shrugged.

"Oh, by the way, my monkey can testify. Why don't you call it over and ask it?"

Snapped!

Wen Long slammed his hand on the table and said sternly,

"Lu Chuan!"

"Get serious!"

"We have irrefutable evidence. The night Lao Hei and Ah Hu died, they were following you!"

"Moreover, their car and bodies were found at the quarry."

"Old Hei is a three-star martial artist, and Ah Hu is a one-star martial artist."

"To kill both of them, and to finish the fight so quickly, I can't think of anyone but you, a 'Seven-Star Warrior' who's been hiding your true strength!"

Wen Long stared intently at Lu Chuan, trying to find a trace of panic on his face.

But he was disappointed.

Lu Chuan's expression didn't even change.

"Captain Wen, your logic is a bit touching."

Lu Chuan sighed, as if looking at someone with intellectual disabilities.

"If someone is following me and then they die, does that mean I must have killed them?"

"This southern city is teeming with experts; perhaps their enemies have come knocking on their door?"

"Besides, you said it yourself, those were two martial arts masters."

"How could I, a mere seven-star martial artist, possibly have the virtue or ability to kill two martial masters?"

"You're overestimating me, aren't you?"

Lu Chuan chuckled inwardly.

He cleaned up thoroughly that night; although the body wasn't completely destroyed, there were absolutely no traces left at the scene pointing to him.

As for surveillance?

That place was originally a desolate wilderness, so there was no surveillance there.

As long as he doesn't admit it, what can the law enforcement team do to him?

Wen Long was furious at Lu Chuan's unyielding attitude.

I've been the team leader for so many years.

The number of prisoners interrogated was at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.

It's rare to see someone with such good mental fortitude as Lu Chuan.

"It's okay if you don't admit it."

Wen Long sneered, deciding to bluff him.

"We extracted skin flakes from Lao Hei's fingernails; all we need to do is a DNA comparison..."

Lu Chuan remained completely unmoved.

Dandruff?

Give me a break.

That night, he used only his magic sword and palm strikes, and Old Black didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Is Wen Long trying to scam me?

Still too inexperienced.

Lu Chuan yawned.

"Okay, let's compare them then."

"If it really is me, I have no objections."

Seeing Lu Chuan's calm demeanor, Wen Long felt uneasy.

Could it really not be him?

Or is this guy just extremely confident?

Just as Wen Long was preparing to use some methods to loosen the skin on this kid.

Boom boom boom!

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the interrogation room door.

Wen Long frowned and shouted unhappily.

"Come in!"

A young law enforcement officer rushed in, his face pale.

"Captain, something terrible has happened!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

"What's the panic!"

Wen Long glared at him.

"Is the sky falling down?"

"no……"

The enforcement team member glanced at Lu Chuan before quickly leaning close to Wen Long and whispering something in his ear.

"A body has been found at the garbage recycling station in the west of the city."

"Another martial artist!"

"and……"

Wen Long's expression changed, and he abruptly stood up.

"And what?"

"And the way he died was very similar to Old Black's; both were killed with a single blow!"

Wen Long's pupils suddenly contracted.

Another one died?

He subconsciously looked at Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan was still sitting there, looking at him with an innocent expression.

If another murder had just occurred, then Lu Chuan would definitely not be the killer.

Because for that entire hour, Lu Chuan had been right under his nose!

"I have high hopes for him!"

"Don't let him get away!"

Wen Long threw down a sentence, grabbed his hat, and rushed outside.

……

The night was deep.

West City Garbage Recycling Station.

The place reeks of a nauseating, sour stench, and mountains of all kinds of household garbage are piled up.

Several law enforcement vehicles with flashing lights were parked outside.

Wen Long strode into the scene with a dark expression.

"What's going on?"

The forensic doctor was squatting next to a huge green trash can, taking pictures with a camera in his hand.

Upon seeing Wen Long arrive, the forensic doctor stood up and pointed to the trash can.

"Captain, see for yourself."

Wen Long leaned closer to take a look and immediately gasped in shock.

Amidst the pile of moldy leftovers, a human head lay starkly in the distance.

The cut is flat and smooth.

It looked like it had been instantly severed by some sharp weapon.

Next to the trash can was a headless corpse, wearing a black training uniform with a badge pinned to its chest.

"Four-star martial artist".

Wen Long recognized the level of the badge at a glance.

My heart sank to the bottom instantly.

Another martial arts master!

And it's a four-star one.

A martial artist of this caliber is definitely not weak in the South City.

"Time of death?"

Wen Long asked in a deep voice.

"No more than one hour."

The forensic doctor stated definitively,

"The body was still warm, and the blood had not completely coagulated."

……