Martial Saint through Reading-Chapter 35: Are You Serious?
Just as Chu Ming was contemplating how to handle the corpse, a voice came from the alley entrance.
"I’m not going in, Captain Hou can go in."
"Me go in?"
"Hmm? Captain Zhang, what’s with that look?!"
"Captain Hou, I’ve never tasted a martial artist’s heart and liver." Zhang Yii suddenly had bloodshot eyes, licking his lips, and stared obsessively at Hou Ping’s chest.
Hou Ping was startled and quickly shielded his chest, yet something felt off, "Captain Zhang, are you serious?"
However, the response he got was Zhang Yii pouncing forward.
Hou Ping, who had only condensed five Qi and Blood paths, was caught off guard by Zhang Yii, who practiced Blood Refining Technique and had condensed six Qi and Blood paths, and was immediately knocked to the ground.
"Ssss—"
Drool trickled from Zhang Yii’s mouth, dripping onto Hou Ping’s face.
Zhang Yii, in a position as if he was pressing down a woman, firmly pinned Hou Ping down, while his right hand clawed in the air, viciously aiming for Hou Ping’s chest. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Hou Ping struggled with all his might, arousing his Qi and blood, but he couldn’t break free.
It’s over!
Bang—
Yet in the next instant, the claws didn’t strike, his chest remained unscathed, and Zhang Yii was somehow flown away from him.
Hou Ping jumped up abruptly and saw a figure swiftly dart by, leaving a faint... scent of ink in the air?
"Was that... Brother Fang’s young master?"
The silhouette looks a lot like him.
This thought crossed his mind quickly. He wanted to chase after it to check, but was tripped over something and looked down.
A corpse? Zhang Yii?
No, Zhang Yii was bulkier than this.
That must be Zhang Yii over there.
He squinted towards the corner of the alley ahead, where Zhang Yii was motionlessly leaning against it, like he was...
Hou Ping walked over to investigate.
"Really dead!"
He stood there dumbfounded, a chill ran down his spine.
After a long time, he finally calmed down and thought about everything that had happened.
"Captain Zhaang of the Criminal Defense Bureau, practiced the Blood Refining Technique, intended to kill me, devour my heart and liver!"
Hou Ping looked at the Blood Evil Body Refining Technique found in Zhang Yii’s clothing, his heart raced again.
"If someone hadn’t intervened just now, I’m afraid..."
"That person..." In his mind appeared that slender figure again, along with that ink fragrance...
Once again, the same person popped into Hou Ping’s mind—the young master of Brother Fang’s family!
Because the ink fragrance on both people was almost identical.
Being a captain for more than a decade, Hou Ping had handled too many cases.
Experience told him never to overlook any detail, and it was because of this ink fragrance that he believed the one who saved him could be the young master of Brother Fang’s family.
"But... isn’t that young master just beginning to condense Qi Blood?"
Even Captain Zhang Yii of the Criminal Defense Bureau wasn’t his match, could Brother Fang’s young master kill instantly?
Impossible!
Even if that young master was a genius improving the Tiger and Python Strength, he could never be a match for Zhang Yii, who had condensed six Qi Blood, let alone killing in one strike.
Hou Ping put the thought aside and walked over to the corpse he tripped over just now, squatting to check.
"Tea stall owner?!"
Wasn’t this person running away?
Hmm? Something’s not right!
He was suddenly startled.
"Zhang Yii said the tea stall owner and that little girl ran away, but Zhang Yii was another mole, so that means... he intentionally lured Brother Fang, Instructor Lin away, then attacked me?"
"Do I have that privilege?"
Hou Ping looked at the two corpses, his eyes shifting.
"Or was their real target the one who killed the tea stall owner, the one who saved me?"
The young master of Brother Fang’s family, killed the tea stall owner in retaliation?!
And saved me in the process?!
An icy wind blew past, and Hou Ping shivered.
"Brother Fang and the others were deceived, definitely won’t catch up."
"This place isn’t safe to stay, better return to the arresting office first."
...
Late at night.
Hou Ping, anxiously waiting in the government office, saw several figures coming in from outside, their faces were angry and fatigued.
"Didn’t catch up?"
"No." Shao Pengshu grabbed a pot of cold tea, gulping down several mouthfuls, "Didn’t see even a shadow."
Fang Xiao looked solemn, while Lin Zhenwu appeared guilty, holding a long spear, standing nearby, "Old Fang, blame me, I came too late."
Tian Hong, looking around, suddenly asked, "Captain Hou, where is Zhang Yii?"
"Where is that kid? Dead somewhere? How did he follow the trail!?" Shao Pengshu scolded.
The two junior constables outside slightly twitched their lips and glanced towards a corner of the government office.
Hou Ping slowly stood up, walked over there, and kicked the white cloth covering it with his foot, "Dead here."
Lin Zhenwu and Fang Xiao turned their heads simultaneously to look.
Shao Pengshu and Tian Hong, however, didn’t comprehend: "Captain Hou?"
"Dead here." Hou Ping uncovered the white cloth, revealing two corpses, one of a dried-up old man and one of Zhang Yii in the Flying Fish Suit of the Criminal Defense Bureau.
"Old Zhang!" Tan Hong rushed over like an arrow, "Captain Hou, what happened, how could Old Zhang be dead?!"
The questioning tone was heavy, and those eyes that should be on criminals were now intensely staring at Hou Ping.
As if, Hou Ping was the murderer.
For a moment, no one even noticed the tea stall owner’s corpse.
"Captain Hou, you must explain this to me clearly!" Shao Pengshu drew the Embroidery Blade, his fury intolerable, pointing at Hou Ping.
"We’ve apologized for the incident a few days ago, myself, Zhang Yii, and Tan Hong, you know Instructor Fang had us put on that act, even if Zhang Yii’s attitude was poor, he didn’t deserve to die, right?!"
With these words, it no longer questioned but assumed that Hou Ping held grudges for the staged performance a few days ago and took the opportunity when they left town to pursue the tea stall owner and the little girl, killing Zhang Yii.
The atmosphere in the government office turned oppressive, with a tendency that if Hou Ping didn’t give an explanation, he might be taken down on the spot.
Seeing this, Fang Xiao hurried to block in front of Hou Ping: "Captain Shao, Captain Tan, can we allow Hou Ping to explain."
Hou Ping didn’t speak, he merely calmly pulled the entire white cloth open, and then picked up two wooden plaques from Zhang Yii and the emaciated corpse.
At this moment, Lin Zhenwu also furrowed his brows as he came over to examine the two corpses.
"Blood Evil Sect?"
Both bloody wooden plaques had the words ’Blood Evil Sect’ written on the front.
Flipped over, the tea stall owner’s plaque read ’Hongyan·Lower Guardian.’
Zhang Yii’s plaque on the reverse read ’Zhang Yi.’
If the plaques were real, then ’Zhang Yii’ was an alias.
"Shao Pengshu, Tian Hong, lower your blades for now." Lin Zhenwu, having some guesses in mind, continued to check the two corpses.
The skinny old man’s body had a sunken chest cavity with a distinct handprint, while Zhang Yii’s chest had a similar handprint in roughly the same place.
Apart from these two similar handprints, neither body had any other fatal injuries.
This means that both were killed with the same Palm Technique, in one strike.
He then examined their mouths, noses, and even their internal organs.
"Their stomachs contain undigested rotten organs, they seem to have been rotten at the time of consumption."
"The blood coloration of both is dark, containing faint traces of Evil Qi, suggesting they practiced the same Blood Evil Technique."
Lin Zhenwu, being a master with Eleven Qi Blood Power, easily discerned the rough circumstances of the two corpses.
He slowly rose up, took the plaques from Hou Ping’s hand, and looked at Shao Pengshu and Tan Hong: "The plaque materials are the same, they are made a long time ago."
Implying that the plaques were not fabricated by Hou Ping on the spot.
"This person was precisely the tea stall owner we were pursuing."
