Chapter 102: Quite a Nice Figure~
August 25th.
This was a day to be remembered.
Especially for Cai Hu, who was in Nanye City.
...
“This time, the execution of Qi Yu—you, as a victim’s family member, can witness it in person, but you must control your emotions,” Zhuang Ning instructed as he helped Cai Hu into the car.
More than ten days had passed. Zhang Ze and the others had returned to Heyue City a couple of days ago due to the upcoming semester at the Anqing Martial Bureau.
Cai Hu was left behind in Nanye City Hospital, caring for his mother.
With so much time having passed, Cai Hu had gradually come to terms with what had happened to his parents.
So Zhuang Ning’s words barely elicited a reaction from him.
Instead, he asked, “How is the investigation into Chen Hao of Guangming Investment going? Is your Investigation Department making progress?”
Zhuang Ning paused briefly before replying, “The investigation into Chen Hao and Guangming Investment is primarily handled by the Task Force.”
“But one thing is certain: with the testimonies left by Qi Yu, Chen Hao will never be set free again.”
Cai Hu nodded slightly and refrained from further questions.
...
The two drove swiftly and arrived at the Investigation Department’s backyard within half an hour.
When Cai Hu saw Qi Yu’s figure, his chest heaved violently, revealing the fury within him.
Zhuang Ning did not stop him.
Indeed, as a cultist, Qi Yu was destined for execution.
Being beaten half to death before the journey wasn’t exactly inappropriate, was it?
Thud, thud—
Taking quick strides, Cai Hu soon stood before Qi Yu.
After so many days of interrogation, Qi Yu surely knew who the young man before him was.
“Heh heh,” Qi Yu sneered but remained unmoved.
With a disdainful grunt, he smiled at Cai Hu, “Are you furious? Want to kill me?”
His face twisted in malice.
Bang—
Cai Hu didn’t hold back and landed a solid punch to Qi Yu’s abdomen.
Qi Yu felt as if his stomach had been turned inside out, acid rising uncontrollably as he retched.
Even though he was a third-rank martial artist!
Even though he possessed 700S cellular strength!
But after enduring so many days of interrogation, Qi Yu’s physical condition was far from what it once was.
Receiving Cai Hu’s full-force blow, he was naturally left staggering.
Taking a step forward, Cai Hu leaned close to Qi Yu’s ear.
In a cold voice, he said, “Just wait and see. Your cult rats will soon be wiped out.”
“I promise you that!”
A mere first-rank martial artist whispered such words by his ear, leaving Qi Yu momentarily speechless.
“Take him down for execution,” Zhuang Ning said, no longer wanting to watch, instructing two staff members nearby.
As Qi Yu was led away, Zhuang Ning turned to comfort Cai Hu, only to hear quiet sobbing.
Indeed.
He was only nineteen.
Had he just graduated from high school?
Zhuang Ning remained silent for a long moment.
...
“Make sure you wash it clean!”
Xia Minmin lay on the bed, eating cherries.
She didn’t forget to shout at Peng Fei, who was washing his underwear.
Prompted by her, he laughed and replied hurriedly, “Is that even a question?”
Then teasingly asked, “But are you really just giving me this one to wash?”
“Speaking of which, you should take off that little piece you’re wearing so I can wash it too, right?”
“Get lost!”
Xia Minmin blushed slightly, scolding him.
They didn’t stay silent long before Xia Minmin spoke again, “Find some time to come home with me and meet my dad, okay?”
Good heavens!
Peng Fei stiffened!
Was it really so soon?
He quickly discarded the thought, recalling the task Zhang Ze had entrusted to him before leaving.
He promptly agreed, “Of course!”
“Heh heh,” Xia Minmin chuckled softly.
...
Wolf Fang Mountain.
“Bro—”
“It’s been days now. Are we really going to stay in this godforsaken place?”
The chubby man’s face was full of bitterness as he asked Huang Ming, who was not far away.
Hearing this, Huang Ming snapped, “How many times have you asked that already?”
“Staying at the garrison is contributing to the country. Besides, if we want to find Wang Chao, we have no choice but to wait here at Wolf Fang Mountain.”
The chubby man, already knowing the answer, still felt disappointed hearing it again.
Thinking of his family back home, he felt a deep reluctance.
But clearly, Huang Ming wouldn’t entertain such trivial matters.
During the ten or so days at the garrison base, Huang Ming frequently glanced toward the mountain’s summit.
It was as if something there captivated him.
This time, he stared blankly for several minutes.
After a while, he took out his phone and dialed a number, but there was no response.
...
Heyue City.
Zhang Ze and the two women, Leng Bingbing and Leng Bingnu, had returned from Nanye City several days ago.
Interestingly, with the two Leng sisters accompanying him, Zhang Ze had become the center of attention.
It was worth noting that on the 28th, three days from now, was the reporting day for new students at the Anqing Martial Bureau.
By then, not only would there be those students recruited during the martial arts exchange conference earlier that month, but also seven to eight hundred young martial artists from across the province who had passed the bureau’s assessments.
Even the usually composed Gu Feng felt a surge of excitement at the thought.
...
“You’re such a pervert,” Zhang Qingping muttered in surprise when Zhang Ze emerged from his room.
Zhang Ze rolled his eyes at her but said nothing.
“You haven’t left your room since you got back from Nanye City two whole days ago. You haven’t been training the whole time, have you?”
Every time he saw this girl, Zhang Ze found her a bit silly.
He retorted with a scornful smirk, “If I’m not training in my room, then what else could I be doing?”
“Heh heh,” Zhang Qingping chuckled twice teasingly, “Maybe you’re just watching some ‘movies’ in there?”
They bantered briefly, but neither cared to continue the bickering.
It was worth mentioning that Zhang Ze had indeed been training nonstop these past two days.
Within the third rank, cellular strength ranged broadly from 500 to 1000S.
For an ordinary martial artist, such a leap would be impossible in less than a year.
Even with the system’s assistance, allowing cellular strength to recover through wealth, enabling prolonged training,
Zhang Ze’s cellular strength had only reached 729S since entering the third rank, still some distance from the 1000S bottleneck.
...
At Leng Bingbing’s suggestion, the three set off for the mall.
Though both women were second-rank martial artists, their innate love of shopping remained undiminished.
Zhang Ze, after two days of training, wanted to relax alongside them.
“What’s Li Zixing’s family like?” Zhang Ze asked casually while the two women excitedly tried on various clothes at a boutique.
Zhang Qingping pulled back the curtain of the fitting room, wearing a black dress, smiling, “I didn’t expect you, Zhang Ze, to actually worry about Li Zixing’s family background.”
“Heh heh,” Zhang Ze gazed at the black dress she was wearing and shook his head with a light laugh, “I never thought that when you wear a dress...”
“What?” Zhang Qingping bit her lip, her voice turning cold.
“You look pretty good.”