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Chapter 91 is fucking mind-bending.

Lu Zhao remained calm, unlike the others.

For a hero who single-handedly killed a high-level enemy with the Iron Body Realm and saved hostages, the king of cost-effectiveness, your approach is to bring him into the Military Supervisor Temple after the battle?

Outrageous!

The crowd was immediately agitated and, disregarding everything else, swarmed around demanding an explanation.

What evidence do you have?

"What life is he fighting for? Whose life is it?"

"Captain Inori just specifically praised him, what are you trying to do?"

Whether they knew each other or not, they were all soldiers, and naturally they shared a common hatred for the enemy.

The silver-haired supervisor didn't say a word. He drew a pistol from his waist, cocked it in a flash, and pulled the trigger at the top of his head.

Bang bang bang!

The crowd quieted down.

"What, are you trying to cause trouble?"

He coldly swept his squinted eyes over everyone, finally looking at Xin Li, who had somehow placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.

"The Azure Sea Guards, they're quite impressive."

He swiftly removed his hat and held it in his hand, tilting his head to the side to reveal his slender neck. "I can't beat you, so come on, kill me."

A dangerous glint flashed in Xin Li's eyes, but he couldn't possibly make a move.

The other person holding the hat in their hand was no casual gesture, because there was a silver emblem in the middle of the hat, which was a cross, or more precisely, two crossed things.

One is called a tally, and the other is called an axe.

This is certainly not a real imperial axe and does not have the same power as the emperor's personal presence, but it represents an attitude. The Military Supervisory Bureau is under the emperor's command and directly controlled by imperial power. To take action to obstruct it would be treason. Not to mention the Qingming Guard, even if Ji Ye were here, he could not do anything directly.

Just as things were at a stalemate, Lu Zhao spoke up: "Hey, you have sensitive skin. Does someone touching a knife mean they're going to cut you?"

"It's just an investigation, let's go."

He waved to the others.

"It's alright, the innocent will clear themselves, the officials of the military supervisory bureau won't make things difficult for a lowly soldier like me."

Lu Zhao stretched out both hands, exposing his wrists.

Seeing his cooperation, the silver-haired man immediately laughed: "What are you doing? This is an investigation, not an arrest. You want handcuffs?"

Lu Zhao laughed too: "It's my first time, I've never experienced it before, I've only ever seen it portrayed like this on TV."

"Hahaha, please."

"please."

As a result, those around them were either indignant or glared at them angrily, but the two parties involved were all smiles, as if old friends were meeting again, and they were very harmonious.

As Lu Zhao left, he turned back and nodded to Chen Qinhu to indicate that he was alright. Then he followed the three supervisors and left, even disembarking directly from the ship.

Below the gangway, a black sedan was parked on the side of the road.

The silver-haired man personally opened the car door for him: "Oh, I'm sorry, I was too scared just now and forgot to say that my name is Nangong Qingye. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Lu Zhao glanced at him: "Are you really scared?"

"I'm really scared."

Nangong Qingye raised an eyebrow. "I've never confronted a top-tier martial guard in my entire life."

From what you're saying, you've had quite a few confrontations with people?

"What does 'Superior Martial Guard' mean?" Lu Zhao asked as he got into the car.

Nangong Qingye followed him into the back seat and patiently explained, "The Martial Guards are divided into three classes: upper, middle, and ordinary. Of course, this isn't official; otherwise, it would inevitably dampen morale."

I've seen many ordinary-level martial guards. They are much more elite than martial soldiers, but most of them are only at the Transcendent Realm. They are also numerous and generally carry out assault missions on the battlefield. Intermediate-level martial guards are mainly composed of those at the higher-level Dragon Gate Realm. They are much fewer in number and their missions are mostly special operations.

I've had very little contact with the elite Imperial Guards. I've heard their missions are very complex and highly classified, so General Xin Li's presence was indeed very imposing.

Lu Zhao listened to him say this, but he didn't believe any of his claims of being truly afraid. This man was a classic example of a smiling tiger.

"You've been quite polite to me. You wouldn't be taking me away just for questioning, would you?"

He suddenly looked at the other person, trying to glean some information from their eyes.

Then they discovered their eyes were too small to see.

Holy crap, no wonder anime characters often depict cunning guys with squinty eyes; it's to prevent people from seeing their true expressions.

Nangong Qingye placed her hands, fingers interlaced, on her lap and smiled, "Whether you're being polite or not has nothing to do with the purpose. Recently, we've been getting a lot of generals and ministers coming to the emperor to accuse our military supervisors of being rude, so the higher-ups have instructed us to enforce the law more humanely. Don't worry, we'll definitely give you the best attitude."

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"Although this person has many murals, he is good at joking and making jokes without revealing any flaws, and Lu Zhao cannot see through him."

The transport ship was in an uproar.

After landing, some people were asked to leave for "tea," but the process was relatively low-key, so it only caused minor dissatisfaction.

But Lu Zhao's situation was different. The conference was over, and he was the focus of attention on the ship. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a prominent figure. Once he was taken away, all the powder kegs that had been accumulating were immediately detonated.

Under the guidance of officers from various departments, no organized mutiny occurred on the ship for the time being, but many people used the excuse that their dormitories had been destroyed and they had nowhere to go, so they stayed outdoors in groups of three or five.

"We won a decisive battle, annihilating the enemy forces. Why should we be treated like this?"

"Exactly, it's like guarding against thieves. Who's the spy? Can you even find out? It's just using this as an excuse!"

"Say less, don't make things worse."

"Sir, if we don't speak up now, we'll be taken away later and no one will be left to tell us."

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

In the captain's cabin, Nakashi Xiangyang was slamming his fist on the table.

"Stop talking nonsense, I want to see your Minister Zhao!"

Opposite him, a military supervisor whose rank was higher than Nangong Qingye's, was all smiles but did nothing.

"Captain Inner Affairs, the arrest warrant we issued was personally signed by Lord Siqing. Seeing him won't help you."

The magistrate, Xiang Yang, was taken aback. He had never seen the document before and had assumed that these arrogant henchmen would arrest people first and then complete the formalities, as was their custom.

But being a seasoned official, he immediately changed his tune: "Go out and see for yourself. All the soldiers on the ship are gathered outside, half of them hot-blooded young men. They're just one step away from mutiny. When that happens, who will be able to shoulder the responsibility?!"

The military supervisor remained nonchalant: "A mutiny in the army shall be treated as treason, and those who fail to handle the situation properly shall be executed according to the law."

Neishi Xiangyang was truly stunned this time; he hadn't expected the other party to respond so forcefully.

This doesn't make sense.

The power of the military supervisors comes from the special privileges granted by the emperor. If you take off their clothes, they are still living people, so it is impossible for them to completely detach themselves from human relationships. Even if there is a lone wolf, it would not be such a low-level official as this.

If it were anyone else, it would be one thing, but Inner Secretary Xiangyang was, after all, a mid-to-high-level military officer with real power. According to past practice, military supervisors stationed in local areas would at least be given some face. Even if it didn't really have any impact, at least the situation wouldn't be too ugly.

"Unless, Lu Zhao is truly a traitor to the Shang dynasty, and the evidence is irrefutable..."

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"How could that be! He rescued Wang Zhao himself; everyone saw it. How could he be a rebel?"

“Could it be!”

He suddenly thought of another possibility: "Are the things from back then going to be brought up again, first involving Zhou Changsheng, and then dragging Lu Zhao into it?"

"That doesn't make sense either. The possibility is extremely slim. His Majesty issued an imperial edict at the time stating 'This is the end.' Who would dare to misinterpret it?"

"That's strange. What could possibly have driven these black dogs to such extremes?"

The Secretary of the Interior, Xiang Yang, considered himself to have been through many ups and downs in the officialdom and the military, and had seen many bizarre situations. His intuition told him that there was more to this matter than met the eye, but he only had one feeling at the moment.

This is fucking mind-bending.