How Will You Clean This Up?

"Arrest me?"

Chen Qiusheng regained his composure, showing no trace of emotion, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like a still spring.

Zhang Fusheng grabbed Jin Qiuyue by the neck, lifted her up, and said calmly:

"Senior Uncle, as the second commander of the Chongyang Military Department, we have no authority to arrest you."

"However, according to the Anti-Cult Act, the Public Security Bureau or the head of the Investigation Branch has the power to enforce special regulations. With the consent and cooperation of the other party, we can even arrest the governor."

He spoke slowly, almost uttering each word clearly, his voice echoing through the street.

Hong Tianbao's eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment—how could his own apprentice have become the director of the General Administration?

How long has he been in Chongyang City?

"Cough cough."

Chen Daoling said with a smile:

"Junior brother is right. What, Eldest Senior Brother, are you going to resist arrest?"

There was a subtle hint of anticipation in his voice.

Although Chen Qiusheng is Great Grandmaster, being labeled a cult member is extremely difficult for him. Cooperating with the investigation might allow him to escape unscathed.

But if they resist arrest, would that confirm their status as cult members?

Let alone Great Grandmaster.

Even a master at the Innate Great Realm would be forced to flee and live in anonymity from then on.

In fact, the more powerful a cult member is, the more illustrious their public identity is—unless they are among the small group who have entered the realm of gods.

Chen Qiusheng lowered his eyelids and chuckled softly:

"How could I dare to resist arrest?"

He slowly stretched out his hands and slowly began to speak:

There's a saying I don't know if you've heard before.

Chen Qiusheng said calmly to Zhang Fusheng:

It's said that it's easy to invite a god, but difficult to send him away.

"You know nothing about the power wielded by someone in the military."

He stood there quietly, without making any move, which startled the four grandmasters. For a moment, no one moved.

Zhang Fusheng, carrying Jin Qiuyue, stepped forward and took the specially made handcuffs from an action team leader.

'Click!'

The handcuffs closed between Chen Qiusheng's hands.

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

What if you don't plan to "send off the gods"?

The old man suddenly raised his eyelids, his head jutting forward until his nose was almost touching Zhang Fusheng's, and a wide smile spread across his face.

"Young man, there's an old saying: 'A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit.'"

"But some people, once they've been tricked, can never get back up."

Zhang Fusheng remained expressionless and glanced sideways as he said:

"Take away."

Chen Qiusheng was put into a hovercar and slowly taken away.

The long street quickly emptied out, with only a long cordon set up by security guards in the distance.

Zhang Fusheng, carrying the Jin Qiuyue, looked at Yuan Feidao and lowered his head slightly:

"I have disturbed my master, and I hope he will forgive me."

Yuan Feidao put his hands behind his back, slightly hunched his back, and said with a half-smile:

"My dear grand-disciple, you truly possess extraordinary talent! It's as if the Buddha himself has descended to earth!"

Chen Daoling and Hong Tianbao's pupils contracted sharply, but Zhang Fusheng didn't notice anything unusual.

"Grandmaster, you flatter me."

The old man laughed and snapped his fingers. The door, which had been smashed and broken, suddenly seemed to Time Reversal time and 'heal' again.

Intact and undamaged.

There wasn't even a single wood splinter on the ground.

Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi stood there dumbfounded, the latter pondering how Zhang Fusheng had become the Director-General and how he had become a Grandmaster.

Chen Daoling stepped forward, his smile fading, replaced by a solemn expression:

"This isn't over yet. Chen Qiusheng won't surrender so easily, and besides, I don't have any evidence to point him to a cult. Most importantly..."

Zhang Fusheng nodded steadily.

"Is Second Uncle afraid that this Eldest Uncle will fight to the death?"

Chen Daoling frowned and nodded.

Chen Qiusheng is not in a desperate situation, not even in a predicament; he has simply been taken away for investigation, and he has a million ways to escape.

Of course, Chen Daoling also had ways to truly label him a cult member.

The problem is,

Chen Qiusheng was fully capable of 'taking everyone down with him'—revealing his identity as a Lingshan follower and dragging Chen Daoling, Hong Tianbao, and even Yuan Feidao and Zhang Fusheng down with him.

Hong Tianbao also stepped forward at this moment, temporarily suppressing his astonishment and confusion.

He didn't rush to inquire about his young disciple's cultivation level, but instead spoke in a deep voice:

"Chen Qiusheng is a vengeful man, Fusheng, about today's matter."

Zhang Fusheng shook his head and said:

"Our eldest master's murderous intent and evil thoughts are pure and fundamental. It's best to strike first against such a person. As for the possibility of a fight to the death?"

He looked at Chen Daoling:

"Second Uncle, do you know how to fish?"

"Fishing?"

Chen Daoling and Hong Tianbao exchanged bewildered glances. What was Zhang Fusheng thinking?

Zhang Fusheng didn't answer. He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself:

"Speaking of which, is there a mountain called 'Liangshan' outside Chongyang City?"

Public Security Bureau.

Because the 'Anti-Cult Act' was initiated and implemented by the Public Security Bureau Chief,

Chen Qiusheng was then taken to the Public Security Bureau —although it was impossible for such a place to hold a Great Grandmaster.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the entire Public Security Bureau building.

"Has the new director gone mad?"

Similar sounds could be heard throughout the building; many people were whispering, while others were confused and bewildered.

Great Grandmaster are out of the question.

He was still the second-in-command of the military—or even the de facto head of the military!

In a sense, that Old Man Chen wielded more power than the governor.

After all, the governor doesn't have the power to mobilize the garrison, but Old Man Chen does.

What is he thinking?

Top floor.

Upon receiving the news, Liu Yuan felt dizzy.

He had just returned from the Executive Building, carrying the appointment order that the consul had just signed, and what happened?

Across from him, He Gaozhuo sneered:

"Old Liu, aren't you on the opposite side of Old Man Chen? You shouldn't be happy, right?"

Liu Yuan's lips twitched, and he said weakly:

"Alright, what's the point of us fighting at a time like this? Wang Tianlong is already dead."

Taking a breath, a look of disbelief appeared on his face:

"But I still don't understand what Zhang Fusheng is thinking. He's a Great Grandmaster, the head of the military!"

"The one who's wrong is the second-in-command in the military," He Gaozhuo reminded him contentedly.

He was arguably the most composed person within the Public Security Bureau.

On the surface, he was also part of Old Man Chen's faction.

Secretly, they had already reached a cooperation agreement with Master Zhang.

Well, to be precise, given the current situation, it's more accurate to say he's currying favor with Director Zhang.

Liu Yuan took a deep breath, feeling extremely restless.

The title "Great Grandmaster" hangs like a sharp steel blade overhead; who knows if the other party might suddenly lose their mind and fly into a rage?

A great master.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Public Security Bureau building could be torn to shreds!

"Hold!"

Liu Yuan cursed under his breath, wiped his sweat, and strode towards the underground heavy punishment area.

Those detained here are all extremely vicious and wicked people.

A group of Martial Arts Master.

Normally, the heavy prison area was bustling with noise, but at this moment, it was eerily quiet.

One by one, Martial Arts Master wearing special shackles stared blankly and fearfully through the fence at an elderly man sitting upright.

Being active in Chongyang City, one naturally needs to know the city's people inside and out, especially those untouchable figures.

These Martial Arts Master naturally all 'recognized' Old Man Chen.

How did this expert get locked up?

Has the Public Security Bureau gone mad?

In silence.

Liu Yuan strode over, ignoring the gazes of the Martial Arts Master, opened the iron gate, and bowed obsequiously:

"Old Man Chen, I'll have someone change your room right away. I know absolutely nothing about what happened today—not a single person in our entire headquarters knows anything about it!"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and the shackles on his body buzzed, emitting a sharp alarm.

When Liu Yuan met the old man's dark and deep eyes, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

I remember you.

Chen Qiusheng spoke calmly:

"Your surname is Liu, right? What, did my little nephew send you?"

Liu Yuan was sweating profusely and shook his head repeatedly:

"You've misunderstood, sir. I have absolutely no connection with that madman Zhang Fusheng. In fact, his identity is highly questionable, and the General Administration is sending people to investigate!"

He stepped forward, intending to unlock the old man's shackles, and said at the same time:

"This guy isn't even with my Public Security Bureau. I was blinded by greed and changed his identity for him. Once you're released, I'll immediately submit a report to the governor and have Zhang Fusheng discharged."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly.

The blast door leading to the heavy prison area made a muffled thud.

Liu Yuan looked over instinctively.

A clear crack appeared on this thick door, which could withstand the impact of millions of pounds.

'Bang!'

Another muffled thud, and the entire blast door split open from the middle, accompanied by a piercing scraping sound.

Two large, thick hands reached in from the outside through the crack, slammed the door shut, and yanked it open violently!

The blast door was torn to shreds.

The man, exuding Savage Wilderness and untamed aura, began to walk. His figure was like an iron tower, and with each step, the entire silver-white corridor trembled.

Liu Yuan's throat bobbed as he recognized the person who had come.

Military Headquarters, Liu Qingshan.

A master of his time, known as the Steel Tiger, a super-powerful man who once tore apart a spaceship with his bare hands.

The man approached, not even glancing at him, and knelt down on one knee before Chen Qiusheng, speaking in a deep, gruff voice:

"Commander."

"Little Liu..."

Chen Qiusheng said calmly:

"You're still so impulsive. Trespassing into the Public Security Bureau's serious crime zone is no small offense. Don't let some malicious people label you a cult member."

Kneeling on one knee, Steel Tiger raised his head, grinned, revealing iron-black teeth.

The thick veins and blood vessels on his arms were throbbing, exuding a terrifying sense of extreme power.

He smiled and spoke:

"I've already been very restrained. My original plan was to deploy dozens of spaceships and raze this place to the ground with a single barrage of artillery fire."

Liu Yuan's eyelids twitched violently.

Chen Qiusheng chuckled and shook his head:

"Alright, I'm fine, you can go back now."

Steel Tiger is puzzled:

I'm here to pick you up.

Chen Qiusheng shook his head again:

"No, no, no, I want to stay here longer, much longer. I want to see what happens."

He suddenly raised an eyebrow.

A young man appeared beside Steel Tiger without anyone noticing.

"By allowing your subordinates to forcibly break into the Public Security Bureau, Master Uncle, your crime has been compounded once again."

Zhang Fusheng's calm voice rang out, echoing in the corridor.

Liu Yuan swallowed hard.

"Director-General."

He was in excruciating pain in his head. Zhang Fusheng placed his five fingers on the top of his head, the fingertips piercing into his skull, and forcefully lifted him up.

"A traitor who eats one's own flesh and blood."

Liu Yuan struggled desperately, but the terrifying force traveled from his head through his entire body, like a steel nail, pinning him firmly in place, rendering him unable to move!

"Spare me!"

The middle-aged man pleaded.

Zhang Fusheng remained expressionless, not even glancing at him, but staring intently at Chen Qiusheng, and asked:

"Senior Uncle, do you think I should release him?"

Chen Qiusheng said calmly:

"Why should our conflict involve these little guys? Let them go."

"Good."

Zhang Fusheng nodded, and with a burst of force, thirty million jin of power surged forth, crushing Liu Yuan's head.

The headless body collapsed limply to the ground.

"Let it go."

He said.

Chen Qiusheng's expression remained unchanged, and he sighed softly.

"You silly child."

He closed his eyes and said softly:

"It should be starting soon. Can you hear the buzzing sound?"

Zhang Fusheng squinted. At the Great Sect Realm, his five internal organs were burning fiercely, and with a twitch of his ears, he could hear things hundreds of miles away.

At that moment, the roar of massive engines could be clearly heard coming from outside the city.

It's a spaceship.

They are spaceships taking off.

How are you going to handle this?

Chen Qiusheng gazed at Zhang Fusheng with great interest and asked the question.

The latter shrugged:

"How to handle this is something I need to consider."

As for you.

Zhang Fusheng smiled innocently, thinking of the various past documents he had just looked at, including the incident some time ago when Chen Qiusheng pierced his master's palm.

His smile suddenly vanished:

"You old geezer, you don't need to 'clean up' this mess. Just find someone to collect your corpse."