"Fang Zheng, currently 31 years old, lost both parents at a young age and was raised by his uncle Fang Jian. He excelled academically in his youth, but his performance plummeted after a high school romance, leading him to attend an arts college. Post-graduation, he took on various gigs to make a living, maintaining a low profile, without any noticeable abnormality during this period."

"It wasn’t until seven years ago when Fang Zheng’s uncle was mysteriously killed that he returned to Seven Miles to inherit Fang Jian’s estate."

In the room, a person holding a tablet spoke, and with his voice, pictures frequently flashed across the large screen beside him.

Among them were Fang Zheng’s childhood photos, graduation pictures, and the file from Fang Jian’s murder.

Some of these belonged to personal privacy, others were Public Security Department archives, but all had been found.

"That year, he apprenticed under the Xingyi Fist master Guo Ziran and was suspected of killing people on Celestial Plate Mountain in Qu City."

"It wasn’t just one person, but five, including two top mercenaries and a woman."

"He subsequently killed several more people, but due to lack of evidence, the Public Security Department couldn’t convict him."

"Oh!"

A woman sitting with her legs crossed straightened her back, her beautiful eyes flickering:

"So, his change began seven years ago?"

"Yes."

The narrator nodded:

"From the data, it appears so."

"Miss."

He reminded:

"According to our investigation, Fang Zheng has an extremely cold attitude towards life. Killing doesn’t impose any psychological burden on him. As long as he believes someone deserves to die, he might kill them, without sparing them due to their identity, status, or gender."

"Those who died at his hands number close to a hundred!"

This was an incredibly terrifying figure; even a battlefield executioner wouldn’t necessarily kill so many in modern society.

And Fang Zheng,

a person living in a peaceful country, having more than a hundred lives taken by him, was simply astounding.

Even the well-informed woman couldn’t help but have her beautiful eyes narrow upon hearing this.

Pausing briefly, she then said:

"Continue!"

"Yes."

The narrator nodded:

"In the last couple years, the martial arts community has reached a consensus that ’Divine Fist’ might denote a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Although the concept of ’Divine Fist’ existed in ancient times, it was Guo Ziran who collated and summarized it, possibly involving Fang Zheng."

"Additionally, the terms ’Blood Exchange Three Realms’, ’Skin Training’, ’Bone Forging’, and ’Five Viscera’ were also proposed by him."

"Miss, please look."

He tapped the tablet, and a video appeared instantly on the screen beside him.

"This is a video of Fang Zheng fighting his senior, Cao Wu, who belongs to a top mercenary organization known by the nickname Titan. His prowess can crush ordinary soldier kings, but even when leveraging drugs to boost his potential, he stood no chance against Fang Zheng."

"We speculate that several years ago, Fang Zheng might have already been a Blood Martial Artist and attained the realm of ’Divine Fist’."

The video scene was set on a mountain road, where Fang Zheng swung his fist, crushing a sturdy car as if it were a toy.

The explosive power of his body was terrifying.

Even to the ordinary eye, Cao Wu, the man fighting him, was already superhuman, and yet he was easily killed by Fang Zheng.

"Besides this, Fang Zheng is also a successful businessman."

The narrator spoke again:

"He has full control over the Fangtian Group, with subsidiaries like Square Porcelain, Yunzhi, and Celestial Jade, each of them with annual revenues in the billions or tens of billions, key to which are high profit margins for his businesses."

"Within a few years, Square Porcelain has been lauded as Xia Country’s top luxury brand, Yunzhi’s technology holds special significance in the textile industry, and even the jade business has stable output."

"All three companies are eligible for listing, with numerous investment banks extending offers; however, Fang Zheng has no intent to list them publicly for capital raising."

"Additionally..."

"He also owns an entertainment company, a furniture manufacturing company, a pharmaceutical research and development company..."

"Based on incomplete statistics, Fang Zheng’s personal assets are over a hundred billion, potentially ranking him among the wealthiest in Xia Country, and this is wealth he amassed in just a few short years."

"A hundred billion!" The woman sighed softly: 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"In just a few short years, acquiring a fortune of a hundred billion; if publicly traded for financing, his assets could multiply several times."

"Remarkable!"

"Yes." The narrator nodded:

"Moreover, the assets of the companies under Fang Zheng are almost transparent, with no tax evasion, consistently being tax stars in Qu City’s tax bureau."

"Other than taxes, he donates to various Qu City departments annually; even our people there tread carefully, fearing resistance if investigating him."

"Clang..."

"Bang!"

At this moment, a commotion erupted outside, followed by the door being forcefully flung open, and an irate Wang Zixi stormed in.

"Zixi sister."

The woman raised an eyebrow at the sight:

"Finally returning to the Wang Family after so many years certainly resolves a big concern for Uncle Qi, but barging in unannounced, what’s the meaning of this?"

"Wang E, I should be asking you what’s the meaning of this?" Wang Zixi’s expression was dark:

"You mobilized our people to investigate Daoist Fang without my or my father’s permission?"

"Your people?" Wang E raised an eyebrow:

"The Wang Family has no private soldiers. Fang Zheng killed Wang Jun and Wang Ruyu; as kin, how can we remain indifferent?"

"Or is it that..."

"Zixi, you don’t consider yourself a part of the Wang Family?"

Wang Zixi’s expression froze.

She then spoke sulkily:

"Wang Jun and the others died suddenly; there’s no evidence that Daoist Fang did it. Besides... Daoist Fang is very dangerous."

"Are you scared?" Wang E squinted:

"You don’t dare, or perhaps don’t want to offend Fang Zheng, who recognizes kin?"

"Anyone who kills Wang Family must pay the price; this matter is decided by the elders."