Chapter 107 Do you know who I am?
The scene was silent.

The attention of countless passers-by was attracted.

But the bald man didn't care at all. His cold and domineering gaze swept over everyone one by one, and no one dared to look at him.

"I was the one who made the call."

Gu Xiyue was the first to walk out of the crowd.

She was just over 1.70 meters tall, but she looked a little petite standing in front of the man.

"Oh? What's your name? What are you doing here?" Song Haitao's sharp eyes fell on the girl's face, his tone was aggressive, as if he was interrogating a criminal.

Gu Xiyue frowned slightly and said softly, "My name is Gu Xiyue. I was having dinner here with my friends, and then I saw the missionaries of the Flesh and Blood Church. I have every reason to suspect that they were the cause of the fire and explosion."

"Oh? Sure, you know about missionaries. It seems you have some vision."

Song Haitao smacked his lips, lit a cigarette, glanced over, and snorted, "So, do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence? No! But..."

"stop!"

Song Haitao snorted coldly, interrupting the girl's statement. He smiled and said, "So you have absolutely no evidence?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qi Sui immediately stepped forward and stood in front of the girl with a warm smile on his face: "Uncle, thank you for your hard work. You have to come out to patrol so late."

"I have the evidence you want. Take a look... You should be familiar with this, right?"

Qi Sui secretly lifted up his sleeves, exposing the wounds covered with the dark red power of the old god to the man.

Song Haitao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he started cursing in his heart.

These idiots!

He caused such a big fuss, but he couldn't even take down a freshman, and now he has to clean up the mess.

"Oh? It's a wound caused by a gas explosion. It looks really serious. But if you are a smart person, you should lie on the stretcher now instead of standing here talking to me." Song Haitao looked indifferent and didn't even blink.

The smile on Qi Sui's face gradually froze.

If it was just a doubt at the beginning, it can now be basically confirmed.

The bald middle-aged man in front of him must be secretly colluding with the Cult of Flesh and Blood. Otherwise, as a dignified martial arts master, he would not be so ignorant of the Flesh and Blood God's iconic "divine power" and lie here with open eyes.

After all, the God of Flesh and Blood of the last era is also one of the most powerful superior gods.

At this moment, the captain came over, saluted the bald man with some awe, and then handed over the documents: "Captain Song, the statistics are out. The explosion caused a total of 23 deaths, 168 injuries, and 36 missing..."

"The missing people were directly added to the death list. The explosion was so severe that it is normal that no bodies could be found."

Song Haitao downplayed it and stuffed the document back into the man's arms.

It seemed that the man was about to fool her.

Qi Sui didn't bother to weigh the pros and cons, and suddenly raised his voice, and his words could be heard clearly even by passers-by who stopped to watch.

"Minister Song, we can't be so careless about this matter, right?"

"I saw with my own eyes that the missing people were not dead, but were all captured by the followers of the cult and used as sacrifices."

"If we act quickly enough, and with you as the Grandmaster in charge, we should be able to rescue them smoothly."

Religion?

Passersby were talking about it, and some took out their mobile phones to take pictures secretly, as if they had discovered something big.

Song Haitao's face darkened instantly, and his eyes flashed with ferocity: "Empty teeth, little bastard, is the cost of spreading rumors so low now?"

Qi Sui showed no fear at all, instead he held up a booklet high up, making sure that everyone could see it: "I am a student of Qinglong Martial Arts University, I can be responsible for everything I said and did!"

The passers-by were suddenly in an uproar, and the discussions became louder and louder.

Qinglong Martial Arts University is still very prestigious in the hearts of Tianfu people.

"Ah, so you are a student of Qinglong Wuda University, so you shouldn't lie!"

"Could it be that there are really followers of the old gods? This is Tianfu, it's too scary!" "Whether it's true or not, those are 36 lives. Can't this sir lead the team to chase them and see?"

"Yes, I always thought that the students spoke calmly, but this big shot was too arrogant!"

"..."

The sound of people pointing and talking completely infuriated Song Haitao.

"Zhang Fei, take your people and control the situation. No one is allowed to leave without permission."

Then, his gaze fell back on the raised student ID card, and like a ghost, before Qi Sui could react, he took it in his hand and flipped through it casually, with a sarcastic arc on the corner of his mouth.

"Qinglong Martial Arts University? How impressive!"

"You're just a poor student, and you dare to act like that in front of me? Huh? Even if your principal comes, you won't dare to talk to me like that!"

The student ID card was thrown into the dirt and stepped on by a foot.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson today. In the remote Qinhai City, this thing can be used to scare people, but remember, this is Tianfu, there is no room for you Qinglong Wushu students to run wild!"

"They can't even make it into the top five in the Hundred Schools Martial Arts Competition every year. They only use the intimidating name of the four top martial arts schools to ask for resources from the country. Well, if the school is so rubbish, what kind of students can we expect it to cultivate?"

Song Haitao moved his feet away.

The four golden characters "Qinglong Wuhan University" on the cover of the student ID card were covered in mud and were ravaged and in tatters.

Qi Sui didn't say anything else, but bent down to pick up the document, wiped it clean and put it in his pocket. Finally, he looked at the man deeply, turned around and walked out: "Senior Sister, let's go!"

The man was right about one thing.

This is not Qinhai City, but Tianfu!

Without the support of his teacher Qin Long and Uncle He, he could only rely on himself most of the time.

"Stop, did I let you go?"

Song Haitao crossed his arms over his chest and stood in front of the two men again in an instant.

"You're not allowed to leave? Does the Song department still want to take us two away for investigation?" Qi Sui looked at him coldly.

"Yes, you are right!"

Song Haitao smiled, his eyes hiding ruthlessness: "Now, I have every reason to believe that you have ill intentions and impure motives. On the surface, you appear to be high-sounding, but in fact you are secretly colluding with the cult. Just for this reason, I can take you away for investigation!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other four team members immediately surrounded him, showing signs of preparing to take action.

Qi Sui's face was calm, and he slowly clenched his fists behind his back.

No matter what, there was no way he would follow the other party.

Even if it's just a simple arrest and interrogation, that won't work!

Because Lu Xin couldn't afford to delay. The longer she delayed, the slimmer the hope of being rescued.

At this moment, a cold little hand pressed against his right fist which was gathering strength.

Qi Sui was startled, and then he saw Gu Xiyue coming out from behind him. Her beautiful eyes met the man's gaze indifferently, and her tone was frighteningly cold: "Do you suspect that we are connected with a cult? Do you know who I am?"

"Huh? Who do you think you are? Tell me about it." Song Haitao asked sarcastically with interest.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on Gu Xiyue's beautiful light pink eyes.

A bad thought came to my mind.

He can still tell whether someone is wearing colored contact lenses or not.

This kind of pure natural light pink eye color is very rare among the Xia people, whose mainstream color is dark black. And among them there is a very famous sequence-level warrior, who seems to be Qin Hairen?
Can't be so unlucky!
All kinds of thoughts come to mind in a flash.

He weighed the pros and cons, and before the girl was about to speak, he waved his hand in boredom and walked into the building: "Forget it, I'm also a friend of Mr. Hong from your school, so I won't embarrass you. Get out of here!"

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(End of this chapter)