Under Investigation, B-Class Fugitive

Beihe City, Heavenly River Martial Arts Hall.

Chu Dongyang and the others remained tight-lipped regarding the news of the Great Ape King outside the city.

Old Jia's death was also handled by the military, who issued a pension.

Yuan Tianhe was a smart man, so he did not ask any further questions.

"Jiang Li, the current buy-back price for the beast core materials at the martial arts hall is 890,000. If you want to sell them for a higher price, you can also look around Beihe City," Yuan Tianhe said with a smile. "Trade is free; the martial arts hall won't interfere too much."

This harvest was much larger than the previous one, especially for Jiang Li himself, who had hunted nearly twenty Eighth Grade beasts single-handedly.

The results of one person were comparable to three or four hunting squads.

Even after witnessing Jiang Li's monstrous strength and Blood Qi Value, Yuan Tianhe could not help but click his tongue in secret.

One had to know that hunting beasts required a mastery of martial arts and, more importantly, experience in life-and-death combat with beasts. Clearly, judging by the results, Jiang Li was not a martial artist who only knew how to grind through bitter training.

"The martial arts hall's buy-back is fine," Jiang Li said with a smile. "By the way, Hall Master, I would like to ask you about someone."

"Oh? Who do you want to ask about?" Yuan Tianhe laughed. "I know quite a few people in Beihe City; I should be able to help you."

"Luo Family Real Estate, Luo Wenhao," Jiang Li slowly uttered the name.

Yet, when Jiang Li left the office, his brows could not help but knit tightly together.

It was not because of how strong Luo Wenhao's strength or influence was, but because just yesterday, when he went out of the city to hunt beasts, Luo Wenhao's entire family of thirteen had been killed.

One legal wife, five mistresses, one illegitimate child, plus the nanny, gardener, and driver—thirteen people in total.

Thirteen lives, all neatly wiped out inside the Luo family villa.

It was said that Beihe City had been alarmed, and the police had already begun a city-wide lockdown.

Jiang Li had returned with Lin Jinwei, so he had not been interrogated.

Just as he was about to walk out of Heavenly River Martial Arts Hall, police officers had already approached him.

"Seventeenth High School, Class 3, Grade 3, Jiang Li?"

"Yes!" Jiang Li nodded.

"There are some matters we need your cooperation with; please come with us." Jiang Li was naturally very cooperative.

Soon, at the Beihe City Bureau, Jiang Li recounted his entire experience of hunting outside the city.

This included the fact that he had returned with Lin Jinwei.

Before long, Jiang Li was sent out of the police station very politely. It was easy to guess that he had borrowed Lin Jinwei's influence.

Outside the police station, Yun Fei was waiting for him in a blue Jaguar.

"The person who wiped out Luo Wenhao's family is the B-Class Fugitive Lu Dajun, who had already been active in Beihe City."

"It's just that because Luo Wenhao was an entrepreneur in Beihe City, it caused quite a stir."

Yun Fei glanced at Jiang Li from the corner of her eye. If she hadn't heard from Vice Principal Lin, even she would have suspected that Jiang Li might have done it.

After all, Luo Tianji had just died at Jiang Li's hands, and now the entire Luo Wenhao family had been silenced.

If Jiang Li had done it, no matter how talented he was, no one would be able to protect him.

In an era where everyone practiced martial arts, it was not uncommon for some martial artists to commit evil deeds. Great Xia's stance on this was very firm; they had never been lenient.

"I just feel it's a bit of a coincidence," Jiang Li frowned.

"Indeed. According to Vice Principal Lin's speculation, this Lu Dajun is very likely a Seventh Grade Peak martial artist. Jiang Li, you must be careful." A trace of worry appeared on Yun Fei's face. "For a small place like Beihe City to be this chaotic, it seems the situation is getting worse and worse."

"I heard that Vice Principal Lin signed you up for a training camp. That is a good thing, but you must be careful."

Jiang Li nodded. "Don't worry, Senior Sister. I'm still waiting to go to Nanfang University."

Yun Fei's brows relaxed. She steered with one hand and patted Jiang Li on the shoulder with the other.

"Don't worry, when you go to Nanfang University, I'll have your back!"

"Have my back?" A playful smile appeared on Jiang Li's face.

Beihe City, old district, Anhe Residential Area.

Jiang Li looked at the dilapidated small building and sighed softly.

No matter what, he could not escape the identity of the original owner.

"Isn't this the eldest of the Jiang family? What's this, finally decided to come back?"

At this moment, a man walked out of the stairwell with a cigarette in his mouth. Seeing Jiang Li, he couldn't help but tease him.

The things Jiang Li had done previously were known to all the neighbors.

At such a young age, he didn't learn anything good and took out usury loans; his life was likely ruined.

Jiang Li glanced at the man, ignored him, and walked toward the home in his memories.

Walking to the door, Jiang Li looked at the shoe prints on it and the traces of spray paint that had been wiped off on both sides of the door.

He could imagine his younger sister, Jiang Qi, wiping these things away with tears in her eyes.

"What a bastard I was!"

Jiang Li couldn't help but sigh, a sense of guilt welling up in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly knocked on the door.

He knocked about four times before faint footsteps could be heard.

As the door opened, a faint smell of alcohol wafted out.

It was a middle-aged man around forty-five years old, with wrinkles on his face and new white hairs mixed in with his black hair.

Those eyes were not very spirited, and one could even see bloodshot veins.

His features were four or five parts similar to Jiang Li's; one look was enough to tell they were father and son.

"You brat, you still know how to come back."

Seeing Jiang Li, Jiang Yurong froze for a moment, his gaze fixed on Jiang Li for a few seconds before he turned around.

At this moment, Jiang Li felt a sense of bitterness and remorse in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Li suppressed the complex emotions in his heart and walked inside.

"Dad, I'm back this time because my teacher signed me up for a training camp."

"I might have to leave Beihe City for a while, but I'll be back before the martial arts exam."

Jiang Li said. He swept his gaze across the room and saw a glass of white liquor, a bowl of cold noodles, and a small dish of side dishes on the table.

"A training camp? How much does it cost?"

Jiang Yurong did not turn back but opened a drawer and took out a bank card.

"There is 260,000 in here. I've been saving this for years for you and Jiang Qi to go to college."

"Take it and use it first."

Jiang Yurong sat back down at the dining table and took a silent sip of his drink.

Jiang Li naturally understood what Jiang Yurong meant, thinking he was still finding ways to ask for money, so he smiled and said, "Dad, I don't need money."

"I've already paid back the money I owed."

"Besides, my martial arts cultivation has already broken through to the Eighth Grade, and I've awakened a talent ability."

Upon hearing this, the wine glass in Jiang Yurong's hand paused.

Immediately, he couldn't help but look up at Jiang Li, his eyes full of disbelief.

"You brat, you're lying to me again!"

He stood up abruptly, looking somewhat angry.

"I'm not lying to you, Dad. If you don't believe me, look!"

As he spoke, Jiang Li moved, and a Command Flag appeared in his hand.

"This is my talent ability, the Command Flag. Although it's only D-Class, I'm no longer an ordinary martial artist." Jiang Li walked over and placed the bank card into Jiang Yurong's hand. "Don't worry, I'm hunting beasts now and have earned quite a bit of money. All my debts are paid off."

"Dad, if you don't believe me, you can go to the school and ask around."

Jiang Yurong felt as if he were dreaming. Jiang Li casually took a bottle of pills out of his pocket.

"These are Ninth Grade Qi and Blood Pills. I bought them for Jiang Qi; make sure she takes them on time."

"She has her martial arts exam next year, so she can't fall behind."

"Also, I'm now a specially appointed teacher at Heavenly River Martial Arts Hall. I also got a membership for Jiang Qi at the hall so she can go practice martial arts there when she has time."

Jiang Li sat down and talked a lot with Jiang Yurong.

Jiang Yurong did not interrupt, just listening to every word.

He seemed to discover that Jiang Li was truly different, as if he had become a completely different person.

When hearing Jiang Li describe those beasts, Jiang Yurong even showed a nervous expression, as if he were there in person.

"You are already... Eighth Grade?"

Hearing this news, Jiang Yurong's hands were trembling.

"Eighth Grade, genuine and authentic. That's why I'm preparing to go to the training camp to challenge for the top spot in Beihe City, or even the province." Jiang Li said with a smile.

After chatting about some family matters, Jiang Li did not intend to stay the night, leaving the house under the pretext of training.

Although he could feel the genuine emotions through Jiang Yurong's behavior, he still couldn't quite adapt to it for the time being.

As Jiang Li went downstairs, an old man was trembling as he walked down.

The old man greeted Jiang Yurong, "Little Jiang, who is this young man?"

Jiang Li looked up at the person, only to find that there was no memory of this person in his mind.

Moreover, this person had a full head of silver hair and seemed to have trouble even walking.

"Oh, my son Jiang Li. He's back from school."

"So, he is Jiang Li!" The old man realized, smiling as he said, "I've heard others whispering about him; he doesn't look like it, though."

Jiang Yurong frowned slightly. "They're just wagging their tongues. My Jiang Li is doing just fine."

Jiang Li was not interested in their conversation; he greeted his father, Jiang Yurong, and headed downstairs.

The old man said a few more words to Jiang Yurong before waving his hand and leaving.

Once downstairs, the old man watched Jiang Li's retreating back.

"An eighteen-year-old Eighth Grade martial artist, tsk tsk."

"He's actually going to a training camp. It seems I need to hurry."

"Kid, favors must be repaid. I saved your family's life, so it's not too much to ask for your life in return, is it?"

The white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his back, revealing a cold and sinister expression.