The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Looking at the young man in front of him wearing sunglasses and a mask, Yue Sheng felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

"You said Song Gua is in danger? What happened to him?"

Monkey King spoke in a high-pitched voice, explaining the situation.

"I understand. I will go to the police station, but not to protect him. I just want to prevent him from being tortured into confessing. Whether he killed someone or not will depend on the investigation results."

"It's alright if you can go, I'm leaving."

Please wait.

Monkey King paused in his steps.

"Your figure and voice seem familiar. Could you please take off your sunglasses and mask?"

Monkey King refused.

Shen Feng, standing to the side, snorted coldly, "Unknown origins, there must be something fishy about them!"

Shen Feng moved with lightning speed, his figure as fast as a ghost, leaving an afterimage in his original position. His true form was already in front of Monkey King, and he ripped off Monkey King's disguise with lightning speed.

"Holy crap!"

Shen Feng immediately cursed and even took a half step back in fright.

The face that appeared before him was... Ru Hua!

At the critical moment, Monkey King activated his Seventy-Two Transformations skill, changing his appearance to resemble a beautiful woman.

This world doesn't have Stephen Chow's works, so Yue Sheng and Shen Feng don't know Ru Hua.

Yue Sheng glanced at her, both amused and exasperated, thinking to himself that she probably thought she was ugly, so she covered her face up completely.

"You can go now, I'll be leaving soon."

The current level of Seventy-Two Transformations can only be maintained for three minutes.

Monkey King quickly left.

The reason he didn't change his attitude as soon as he came in was also due to the time limit.

Shen Feng watched Monkey King's departing figure, feeling a lingering fear.

"How could there be such an ugly woman in the world?"

Yue Sheng laughed and said, "Song Gua is handsome, so it's not surprising that there are women who admire him."

"Shall we go to the police station?"

Yue Sheng turned around again and looked out the window.

"The hospital exploded, and Song Gua's house exploded too. What a coincidence... Let's go check it out."

……

An hour later.

Yunshan City Public Security Bureau, Director's Office.

The fat, burly director, who had repeatedly stated at press conferences that he would hunt down the bandits, was now sweating profusely.

Sitting to his left is Zhao Wuji, the head of the Zhao family, Lv62, a third-tier warrior!

Sitting to his right is Yue Sheng, the captain of the enforcement department of the Professionals Association, Lv75, a third-tier all-around talent!

Looking at myself again, I'm level 29.

In terms of strength, they can't compare.

In terms of status, he appears to hold a high official position, but in reality, he is not as influential as the head of the Zhao family in Yunshan City, let alone the imperial envoy from the capital.

Now, one of them has the plaintiff Zhao Can standing behind him, and the other has the defendant Song Gua standing behind him.

Zhao Can believed that Song Gua killed his brother Zhao Xin.

Song Gua stated that he spent the entire night singing at a karaoke bar and could not possibly have had time to commit murder.

The director wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It seems like no matter how you handle this, you're bound to offend someone.

This is not in line with his principles of official conduct.

Yue Sheng took a sip of tea and said, "Director Chang, the matter isn't complicated. As long as it's proven that Song Gua was indeed singing at the KTV last night, the misunderstanding will be cleared up, won't it?"

The director nodded repeatedly in agreement, but his gaze remained fixed on Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji had a single eyebrow, giving him an imposing and dignified air.

As one of the four most powerful people in Yunshan City, he also had to give Yue Sheng face.

"I, Zhao Wuji, am not an unreasonable person, but the death of my son, Zhao Xin, must be thoroughly investigated. No suspect can be let off the hook!"

The director, shrinking back, asked, "Excuse me, Patriarch Zhao, is Young Master Zhao Xin really dead?"

Zhao Wuji slammed the chair he was sitting on to pieces and stood up.

"Of course! Would I joke about something like that?!"

The director hurriedly got up to apologize.

"Master Zhao, please don't be angry, please don't be angry..."

The main thing is that I contacted the fire department, and they didn't find any bodies at Song Gua's house.

But Young Master Zhao Can kept saying that Young Master Zhao Xin died in the explosion at Song Gua's house, so I wanted to ask about it.

Zhao Can pointed at Song Gua and roared.

"It was him! He used some kind of incredibly powerful explosive to blow my brother to smithereens!"

Song Gua chuckled and said, "A powerful explosive? You mean a microphone, a jukebox, the birthday cake we had last night, or beer?"

"You're still lying! When the explosion happened, I clearly saw someone jump out of your window. Who else could it be but you!"

"Oh, Young Master Cai was nearby too. I'm quite curious, what were you two brothers doing at my house so late at night instead of sleeping at home?"

Zhao Can, having given up all hope, simply told the truth.

Lying is pointless now; Zhao Xin's death is far more serious than stealing a strategy guide.

"Snapped!"

After hearing Zhao Can's words, Zhao Wuji slapped him across the face.

Zhao Can was sent flying directly from the director's office, crashing through a wall and landing in the lobby outside.

In the hall, Yuwen Hao, Hua Xiangrong, and a group of classmates were waiting to testify. When they saw Zhao Canfei come out, they all couldn't help but suppress their laughter.

Hua Xiangrong frowned, finding Zhao Can's disheveled state even less appealing.

Zhao Wuji's angry voice came from the office.

"Foolish!! You wanted the strategy for Song Gua yourself, yet you made your brother risk his life for you, and even used sweet words to say that you wanted to serve the family together! I don't have a son as foolish as you!"

With a bruised and swollen face, Zhao Can crawled back into the office.

"Dad! That's Song Gua's house, not some den of dragons or tigers. How was I supposed to know it would be so dangerous!"

The father and son debated for a while.

Yue Sheng coughed.

"Master Zhao, you can discipline your son at home. Let's deal with the more pressing matters at hand."

The chief addressed both sides, "Today we'll make an exception and skip the tedious procedures. Let's get this straight right here. Please bring in the witnesses!"

Yuwen Hao was the first to enter, walking through the hole Zhao Can had broken through.

"Good morning/afternoon, leaders."

The director asked, "Was Song Gua with you last night?"

"Of course! The KTV's security cameras can show him coming in and out, hiccup!"

This guy is still hiccuping from drinking.

Zhao Can's mouth was swollen, and he could not speak clearly, but he was still barking wildly.

"Who doesn't know you and Song Gua are best buddies! Do you really believe what you say?"

Yuwen Hao pointed to a large group of classmates outside.

"Last night was my birthday party, there were tons of people there, you can ask them all if you don't believe me."

Zhao Can asked for a hammer and got one.

The director asked a large group of students outside, and the result was the same.

Song Gua spent the whole night at the KTV. When he went out, it was only for a short time to go to the bathroom. It was impossible for him to rush from the KTV to Wenjing Community.

Assuming a teleportation reel was used, the on-site monitoring did not capture the teleportation beam—that kind of beam goes straight to the sky, so it's very difficult not to capture or see it.

The director smiled and looked at Zhao Can and Zhao Wuji.

"Well, Patriarch Zhao, Young Master Can, so many people can provide alibis. I think Song Gua is indeed not related to Young Master Zhao Xin's death. His house was also bombed, and he suffered considerable losses. He can also be considered a victim."

Zhao Can was still not giving up. He pointed to Hua Xiangrong, who was still outside and had not yet come in.

"These people must have colluded! Let Hua Xiangrong in; she'll tell the truth!"