A Single Veto!

The plane slowly arrived at the airport.

The Dragon Public Security Bureau Chief stepped off the plane, escorting a beautiful woman with only six fingers. He shook his head.

"You've come at the worst possible time; there's a riot going on in the city."

He looked at the beautiful woman and asked with great interest:

"What exactly did you do to warrant a handover order from the Chongyang Public Security Bureau?"

Wearing handcuffs, Lu Mingzhu remained silent, gently shaking her head, her face full of confusion.

Yes, why?

A few days ago, an administrative order from the Chongyang Headquarters was issued to Longzhou City, causing an uproar in the entire Longzhou Public Security Bureau.

Within almost half an hour, the beautiful woman who had stirred up trouble on the dragon boat was apprehended and brought to justice.

Although the administrative order only stated "transfer", it was an administrative order from the Chongyang Public Security Bureau.

That guy must have done something really serious.

"Well, there's nowhere to go for now."

The Dragon Public Security Bureau Chief escorted Lu Mingzhu:

"Stay put at the airport and wait for the riots to end. I'll personally escort you to headquarters."

His face was beaming as he muttered to himself:

"I could also request an audience with the Director-General of Chongyang. If I am appreciated by that magistrate, I might be able to transfer to Chongyang!"

Lu Mingzhu ignored the middle-aged man's mutterings. She raised her head, looked at the azure sky, and her eyes were full of confusion.

So.

What did I do wrong?

"Level 1 Star Beast Meat, including Giant Rhinoceros, One-Legged Bird, Giant Tooth Beast, and more, totaling 700 jin."

"Level 2 Star Beast Meat, including Winged Tiger, Savage Elephant, Savage Wilderness Thunder Patterned Three-Eyed Ox, totaling twelve catties."

The Chu Family Manor.

Second Master Chu lowered his head, facing the Director of the General Administration, and spoke cautiously:

"Currently, Chongyang is in the midst of riots, and in three days, this is all the Chu family can muster."

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"As for level 3 star beasts, they are too precious; they only occasionally appear at the gold auctions in Golden City."

Zhang Fusheng nodded in satisfaction:

"That's enough. Just bake them briefly and store them. I'll let you know when I need them."

"Yes," Second Master Chu replied in a low voice.

Several hundred kilograms of level 1 Star Beast Meat and more than ten kilograms of level 2 Star Beast Meat, even if their effects decay rapidly, are enough to support the operation of the entire Gaotian Association for a certain period of time.

As Zhang Fusheng walked out of the manor, his gaze became profound.

Only three days.

Hu Zhongli and Li Guoquan were even more efficient than he had imagined.

In just three days, from the governor to the heads of various administrative offices, the entire ruling class of Chongyang City...

Apart from his second senior brother Chen Daoling, the other fourteen people have all joined the Gaotian Association.

This is just the beginning.

These fourteen people, along with Hu Zhongli, Li Guoquan, and Yu Huafeng, each have their own network of connections, extending far beyond Chongyang City!

"At this rate, the Gaotian Association spread out; it's only a matter of time."

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his temples, looking troubled.

"Chongyang City must be completely controlled; it's an exception. In other cities and other places, the requirements for joining the Gaotian Association must be significantly raised."

"Grandmaster, or at least a Great Grandmaster."

He exhaled a breath of stale air. From this moment on, the entire administrative system of Chongyang City was, in a sense, under his complete control.

Of course, this only applies to the administrative system.

This excludes the founder of the sect, and also the ever-growing number of cult members.

"The number of transactions between these members will increase, and it's impossible for me to personally handle every single one."

Zhang Fusheng silently pondered, realizing he needed to come up with a solution.

Unlike the Above High Heaven.

Zhang Fusheng takes 50% of the profits from transactions between members of the Gaotian Association.

The number is so large that the members don't trade very frequently, but the number of members will continue to grow, and eventually, they will be too busy to handle everything.

Most importantly, although these people each have their own talents, as the heads of a certain department, they are all grandmasters.

But what they're trading is all about lifespan!

What's the point of wanting a longer lifespan?

As for spiritual cultivation, physical cultivation, Root Bone, and comprehension.

Everyone was covered up tightly.

Indeed, unless absolutely necessary, who would willingly sell these things?

"Ultimately, it's because the hierarchy within the Gaotian Association is too evenly distributed."

Zhang Fusheng pondered carefully:

"What this person has, that person also has; we need to bring in some high-level talent."

"In this way, the categories of transactions will not be limited to lifespan."

"In this way, cultivation levels, talents, and so on will also begin to circulate."

He shook his head with a wry smile, having originally thought he could solve the problem once and for all.

And the result?

As things stand now, what I truly lack is something I have to acquire through personal transactions.

At least for now, Gaotian Association can only provide himself with the convenience of 'power', but that may not be the case in the future.

"The Federation may be high and mighty, but Non-Self ultimate goal."

Zhang Fusheng remained silent for a moment, then tossed nine Holy Grail, granting permission to impersonate the Taiqing Position.

At first, there was excitement and ecstasy.

But now, after calming down and reflecting on it, I feel a surge of emotion again.

"If the Gaotian Association were to spread throughout the entire province, or even the entire Federation..."

"It will provide me with an endless source of lifespan, cultivation, and power."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself:

"These are my assets to face the gods and Buddhas, and my assets to truly become a [Celestial Venerable] in the future. But the current Gaotian Association is not enough to contend with them."

"I hope that the Above High Heaven the next two days, and that the Old Shi and the Buddhist disciples can give me some surprises."

The whirlpool grew larger and larger, and he found himself sinking deeper and deeper, unable to escape.

The distant threat is the likely confrontation with the Golden Governor, while the more recent threat is the Ancestor of Land Immortals, and the major upheaval that may occur on February 9th next year.

More and more cult members are flocking to Chongyang City, drawn by the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron.

"This is my city," Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself.

Shaking his head, he banished the jumbled thoughts from his mind, and Black Eyes quietly approached from afar.

"Everything has been arranged exactly as you instructed. So, what exactly do you want to do?"

He asked, puzzled, and said softly:

"The unknown person behind the scenes is still spreading news about the Sea-Stabilizing Needle Divine Iron, and the attention of various sects is gradually being focused on Chongyang City."

Zhang Fusheng smiled:

"Then what?"

Black Eyes paused for a moment, then continued:

"The things you asked me to arrange will greatly weaken the Western Sect's current power in Chongyang City. After all, the Western Sect is behind you."

"What good will this do you?"

Faced with Black Eyes' bold questioning, Zhang Fusheng did not answer, but calmly said:

"I'm more curious about why your eyes can see the past and the future. Can you explain that to me?"

Black Eyes paused, instinctively touching his single eye, and shook his head:

How would I know?

"You really don't know?"

Zhang Fusheng's face suddenly drew close, staring intently at him:

"Can you see a glimpse of other people's past and future, but not your own?"

Black Eyes' scalp tingled, he took three steps back, and his voice became somewhat hoarse:

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Fusheng suddenly grabbed his neck; with just a slight twist, he could snap it.

"It seems you have indeed seen yourself."

He spoke slowly and deliberately:

"You know exactly what's going on with your eyes, right?"

"You know that power comes from there, right?"

"Why are you unwilling to tell me? Why are you hiding it? Is it because it involves something serious?"

Large beads of sweat streamed down Black Eyes's forehead, and his appearance confirmed Zhang Fusheng's suspicions.

"You're not being honest," Zhang Fusheng said calmly.

Black Eyes took a deep breath and stared intently at Zhang Fusheng:

"You intend to betray Lord Mingyue?"

Zhang Fusheng smiled silently, then changed the subject:

"Since you've arranged everything for me, then... thank you."

With a burst of power, twelve layers of True Intention intent surged into Black Eyes's body, destroying his meridians, crushing his bones, and merging into and lurking in every inch of his flesh and blood.

Before today, Zhang Fusheng was not very confident in making a move against Black Eyes because he was wary of Miss Mingyue.

But now, things are different.

He threw the limp, lifeless Black Eyes on the ground, beckoned, and Second Master Chu strode forward.

Zhang Fusheng instructed:

"Imprison him and Jin Qiuyue together."

"Yes, sir."

Second Master Chu dragged Black Eyes away.

"Let's deal with that inspector and Chen Qiusheng's matter first." Zhang Fusheng exhaled, looking upwards.

A hovercar slowly descended, and Lin Changle respectfully opened the car door for him.

Enter and sit down.

"The investigators have arrived and are currently at the Public Security Bureau," Lin Changle reported meticulously.

"It's a young man named Lin Shiquan, accompanied by a grandmaster."

"Yes, I know."

Zhang Fusheng casually agreed, and Chen Daoling secretly handed him the relevant information. Lin Shiquan was the deputy director of the General Administration and Lin Yusheng's nephew.

They certainly have a powerful background.

However, this is also an opportunity.

An opportunity for me to extend my reach into the Investigation Bureau.

The hovercar moved slowly, and Zhang Fusheng looked out the window. By this time, the parading soldiers had gradually withdrawn from the city.

Just like...

It's as if they all received some kind of order.

Zhang Fusheng looked down at the city, where everyone lived in fear, and suddenly smiled:

"Xiaolin, what do you think of this city?"

"Ah?"

Lin Changle was puzzled, not quite understanding the director's meaning. After considering her words carefully, she cautiously spoke:

"After the riots subside, things should return to normal quickly?"

Zhang Fusheng smiled:

"I don't just want it to return to normal; I want it to be even more prosperous, better every day. What do you say?"

"Will Chongyang City one day in the future be able to replace Golden City and become the center of the entire province?"

Lin Changle listened to the director's words in a daze, unsure how to respond.

Zhang Fusheng didn't make things difficult for her. Gazing at the bustling city, he murmured to himself.

Here, now.

This is my city.

Noon, 12:20.

The airship arrived at the Executive Building, and at that moment, the twelve spaceships that had been hovering above the Executive Building had already departed.

Like those soldiers who suddenly disappeared from the city.

Top floor.

The Consul's Office.

Lin Shiquan quietly flipped through a thin book. He heard the door open and footsteps enter, but he didn't even raise his head.

He said calmly:

"Zhang Fusheng, after seven years undercover, returned to the team and within a month rose from Senior Inspector and Deputy Director of Operations."

The young man closed the book, slightly raised his eyelids, and stared at Director Zhang, who was calm and composed and looked younger than himself.

He adjusted his glasses and said calmly:

"What do you think of Chongyang City compared to Jiangzhou City?"

As they spoke, the action team leader stepped forward, gently closed and locked the office door.

In the office, the governor and the head of the Investigation Branch sat upright.

Lin Shiquan smiled:

"Director Zhang?"

Zhang Fusheng looked the young man up and down, then casually sat down on the sofa.

He spoke lazily:

"Jiangzhou is naturally not as good as Chongyang City, but it is, after all, the place where I lived for eighteen years, and I have more feelings for it."

"Therefore, personally, I think Jiangzhou is better."

A clear voice echoed in the office.

Both Lin Shiquan and the action team leader were taken aback.

The former raised an eyebrow, grabbed a document, slammed it heavily on the table, and said coldly:

"So you admit you grew up in Jiangzhou?"

Beside him, the action team leader who had come from Golden City looked on in astonishment. This guy admitted it so quickly?

Is this a complete lack of resistance?

Lin Shiquan stood up, straightened his clothes, and glanced sideways at Chen Daoling and the governor, giving them a slight nod.

"The problem is now clear: this Director Zhang Fusheng is an imposter and may be connected to the Divine Descent in Jiangzhou."

"Now, according to the investigation by our Investigation Bureau, Governor Zhao, we request that you immediately sign the executive order."

Zhao Wenting remained expressionless:

"What executive order?"

Lin Shiquan frowned:

"Remove Zhang Fusheng from his post as Public Security Bureau Chief and detain him. I will personally escort him back to Golden City in a few days for a detailed investigation."

"Oh."

Zhao Wenting nodded slightly and stood up.

Immediately afterwards.

Upon seeing this governor, Lin Shiquan asked Chen Daoling:

Do you agree?

Chen Daoling shrugged:

"I certainly agree with the General Administration's instructions."

Zhao Wenting nodded solemnly, then turned to Zhang Fusheng and asked:

"Director Zhang, do you agree to sign the executive order to remove you from all your posts and detain you?"

Zhang Fusheng smiled and shook his head:

"Veto."

"Oh!"

Zhao Wenting then looked at Lin Shiquan, who was completely bewildered, and smiled:

"Inspector Lin, your instruction to remove Director Zhang from his post has been approved by Director Zhang after a ruling."

"It's a veto."

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