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Chapter 1513 The Affairs of the Martial World, Now Over! (Please Subscribe!)
After the bald man left, Hua Shier opened a portal and with a wave of his hand, the corpses, severed fingers, and bloodstains on the ground all floated into the air, passed through the portal, and flew into the Atlantic Ocean.

There was no trace left at the scene, and there was no indication that a violent fight that had killed several people had taken place.

After closing the portal, Hua Twelve, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, sighed:

"I'm such a good person. If it weren't for me, these guys might never have had the chance to leave the country before they died. Now look how great it is, they even got a sea burial!"

Just then, hurried footsteps approached. The bald man who had just left, clutching his palm, ran over with two train police officers. Upon seeing Hua Twelve, he pointed at him:
"It's him! He just killed several of my friends!"

The two train police officers, as if facing a formidable enemy, rushed over and shouted at Hua Twelve:
"Stand there, don't move!"

Hua Twelve hissed in a low voice, "Stop!"

His low shout wasn't loud, but it was incredibly intimidating. To the bald man, it sounded like the Fourth Master, the head of the Rong family, was reprimanding him, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

The two men in hats, upon hearing the low shout, seemed to see their bureau chief giving a lecture, and immediately stopped, even instinctively about to salute.

But she immediately realized: "You're the one who should stop!"

Hua Twelve looked puzzled and asked:

"Excuse me, comrades, I was just having a smoke here when you rushed at me, telling me not to move. That man even called me a murderer. Isn't there some misunderstanding here?!"

The bald man snapped out of his daze: "What misunderstanding? You killed several of my friends."

His words abruptly stopped, for he had already seen that the corpses that had been on the ground had vanished without a trace.

The two men in hats looked at the bald man suspiciously.

The bald man insisted, "It was him! He must have hidden the bodies. Look at my finger, he's the one who broke it!"

Actually, he cut his own finger, but he had to say that to convince Uncle Hat.

Uncle Hat told Hua Twelve not to move. He checked the surroundings but found no trace of a corpse.

Then he turned back to the bald man and asked, "You said he killed someone, when did he do it?"

"Just now, less than two minutes ago!"

Hearing what the bald man said, the two train police officers exchanged a glance, and one of them shouted:
"Nonsense! You reported him for killing four of your friends, but where are the bodies? Do you think you can destroy the evidence in such a short time?"

"And you said he cut your finger, where did he cut it? Where's the blood? Look at the floor, besides the little blood you just shed, where else is there any blood?"

At this moment, Zhao Hailong and Lao Liu, who were drinking and chatting in the room, heard the commotion outside, opened the door of the private room and came out. Seeing Uncle Hat, they couldn't help but ask Hua Twelve:

"Brother Cui, what's going on?"

Hua Shier looked completely innocent: "I don't know! I was smoking here when some lunatic accused me of murder!"

Just then, an older man wearing a hat suddenly asked, "Sir, you look familiar. Aren't you that..."

Before Hua Shier could speak, Zhao Hailong said:
"Yes, comrade, you read that right. My brother Cui is Cui Guoming, a mainland superstar. Saying he killed someone is no joke!"

The bald man's eyes widened. He had said the other person looked familiar, but now, after being reminded, he realized that the person who had just killed several of them was actually that famous singer.

He subconsciously looked at Hua Shier and saw the big star looking at him with a half-smile. Normally, he wouldn't have thought anything of this expression, but at this moment it gave him a creepy feeling.

The two train police officers recognized Hua Shier's celebrity status and were even more convinced that the bald man was talking nonsense.

Not only were there no traces at the scene, but the person being accused was a big star, which seemed impossible.

The only suspicious point is the bald man's severed finger, but there is no evidence to prove that it is related to the big star. Moreover, there were no signs of severed finger or bleeding at the scene. This is obviously nonsense.

Now they're starting to suspect that the bald man is mentally ill, that his condition suddenly flares up, that he cut off his own finger somewhere, and then randomly points it out.

One of the train police officers suddenly grabbed the bald man's arm, twisted it sharply, and then handcuffed him.

"Come with us to the police station and explain everything clearly!"

"I" grimaced in pain, wanting to explain, but now he didn't know what to say. If he said someone had killed someone, there wasn't even a chicken at the scene, let alone a body. He felt like crying but had no tears.

Hua Shier was also invited to the police station to understand the situation. Zhao Hailong and Lao Liu wanted to go with him, but he stopped them and told them to watch the luggage in the private room.

Upon arriving at the medical room, the two train police officers humanely disinfected and bandaged the bald man's severed finger before inquiring about Hua Twelve's condition at the time.

Hua Shier only said that he was accompanying a friend to Suihe for a trip, and now he was on his way home by car. He had just come out for a smoke when this happened, and he was quite puzzled.

The train police officer comforted Hua Shier:
"We've basically confirmed this matter; it has nothing to do with you. Don't take it to heart. Let me tell you, in our line of work, we've seen all sorts of things. We've seen countless mentally ill people like Baldy. You're just unlucky to have encountered a mentally ill person!"

Upon hearing this, the bald man felt like cursing, but he didn't. One reason was that he didn't dare, and the other was that he was now having some self-doubt, wondering if he really had a mental problem!

Finally, the train police officer took out a camera and said, "Mr. Cui, may we take a picture with you?"

Hua Twelve immediately nodded in agreement:
"No problem, it's my honor to take a photo with people's guardians like you. In my eyes, you are the real stars!"

The two train police officers were deeply moved. Look at the celebrity's awareness and the way he speaks; his two sentences warmed their hearts!

After taking photos with the two train police officers, Hua Shier left the police station and returned to his compartment.

After he left, the two men in hats discussed:

"Let's hand this guy over to the local train station police station at the next stop, and have someone take him to the hospital to get his finger treated."

The bald man suddenly felt a chill. In their line of work, they were practically registered with the railway authorities. How could he dare go to the police station? If they investigated, they would find out everything.

He quickly said, "Comrade, I remember now, I do have a mental illness, but it doesn't harm others. I just self-harm. I had a fit in the toilet and cut off my fingers. I threw the two severed fingers into the latrine. I feel much better now. I'll take some medicine when I get back and I'll be fine!"

Upon hearing this, the two train police officers immediately confirmed their guess. "See how accurate our guess was!"
After discussing it, the two agreed that this was a good solution. Since the man had the medicine, there was nothing more to say. After confirming that he was capable of handling the situation, they checked the bald man's ticket and ID card before releasing him.

The ID card the bald man gave him was obviously not real. If his real name had been exposed, he would probably have been arrested on the spot.

Half an hour later, the train stopped at a small station, and Baldy and Skinny got off and quickly disappeared into the night.

The reason why Skinny Monkey escaped unscathed was because he was keeping watch in the other carriage when Hua Twelve made his move.

The two found a public phone and called Third Master: "Third Master, we're done for. Everyone's dead, only Baldy and I are left."

Two days later, Baldy and Skinny followed Third Master to the city where Rongmen's headquarters was located. They went around the river and met Fourth Master, the leader of Rongmen.

Upon meeting, Fourth Master smiled and gave Third Master a hug.

"Third Brother, it's been a long time! You weren't in Bingcheng Nafu, so you came all this way to see the Heroes' Gathering?"

Rongmen revered Shi Qian as their patriarch, and their specialty was the art of elusive thieves.

Unlike the thieves and pickpockets in other places, Rongmen made its living along the railway lines. It was divided into three horizontal and five vertical divisions, with eight detachments, each of which had several smaller teams.

Because railway lines vary in quality, to avoid disagreements when dividing the lines, the Rongmen (a powerful organization) holds a martial arts tournament every year, euphemistically called the "Heroes' Gathering"!
Based on each team's performance at the Heroes' Gathering, routes were divided according to skill and ability. Those with better skills would get more food, while those with worse skills would get less. This year's Spring Festival travel rush coincided with the Heroes' Gathering.

Third Master sighed, "We still have to watch the Heroes' Gathering. The youngsters under my command are underfed and spend all their time practicing their skills, just waiting for this day. But there's another matter I'm here for. Two squads of my Third Rank have been lost. The other side's identity is not simple."

After he finished speaking, he turned to the bald man and the skinny man and shouted, "Kneel down and explain yourselves to Fourth Master!"

Baldy and Skinny Monkey knelt down with a thud and recounted the whole story in detail.

"Who is it, the big star Cui Guoming? And he even said he wanted to pay a visit?"

Even the Fourth Master was taken aback when he heard the name. You see, in the past two years, you could hear the other person's songs everywhere. Although this person was just an actor, his influence was not to be underestimated.

After receiving confirmation, the Fourth Prince pondered for a moment and asked:
"You said that you called the police and rushed back, but within minutes the body, the bloodstains, and your two fingers all disappeared?"

The bald man nodded: "Yeah, Fourth Master, it was like he'd seen a ghost!"

The Fourth Master stroked his chin, as if recalling something:
"I feel like I've heard of this method somewhere before. I'll ask about it later!"

He looked at Third Master and said with a smile, "Third Brother, you've come at the perfect time! I've had a pot of crab stewed with goose prepared. You're in for a treat!"

Fourth Master pulled Third Master away:

"Come on, let's go. The young master is here too, let those two brats pay their respects to their senior!"

Huashou is Fourth Master's apprentice. The young master's father is a senior member of the Rong family. He once shielded Fourth Master from a knife and was adopted by him. He is the candidate for the next leader.

The Third Master's gloom dissipated considerably after being treated so politely by the leader.
"Alright, now that we're at the main altar, we'll naturally follow your orders as the leader!"

The two turned and left, while the skinny monkey and the bald man kneeling behind them awkwardly got up.

But then Fourth Master paused, turned around and looked at the bald man: "By the way, you said you called the police?"

The bald man immediately realized something, and cold sweat broke out on his brow, but he dared not lie, and lowered his head, saying:

"That guy is too ruthless. I'm thinking of having Lei Zi arrest him. Wouldn't that be a good way to avenge the brothers?"

Fourth Master said coldly:
"Let matters of the martial world be settled within the martial world. Even if they haven't explicitly said they're coming to pay their respects, what face will we, the Rong family, have if we go to Lei Zi for help in any trouble?"

Third Master wanted to offer some advice, but seeing Fourth Master's frosty expression, he swallowed his words. He knew Fourth Master was ruthless; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to become the head of the Rong family despite only being the fourth son.

The bald man knelt down again with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "Fourth Master, I was wrong, I was wrong, Fourth Master."

Fourth Master gave a faint smile: "Not bad attitude. I'll leave you with just two fingers. From now on, you're no longer a member of the Rong family!"

The bald man tried to plead for mercy, but the Rongmen disciples rushed up and pinned him to the ground. They then cut off two fingers from his intact right hand before letting him leave.

Behind the main altar was an open-air balcony surrounded by green hills and clear waters. Several elders of the Rong Clan were there, along with a handsome young man in a high-collared school uniform. Upon seeing Third Master, he immediately stood up to greet him.

"Third Master!"

Third Master smiled and nodded: "Young Master has gained quite a reputation these past two years. Are you confident about participating in the Heroes' Gathering this time?"

The young master nodded confidently: "Of course, I will not embarrass Fourth Master!"

As he spoke, he turned and glanced at another man who was stewing a goose not far away, his eyes full of provocation.

The man watched the fire by the stove, holding a silver wine pot in his hand. When he saw the young master's eyes, they were filled with indifference. He opened the pot lid, took a sip, and then lifted the pot lid, releasing a fragrant aroma.

The Third Master smelled the aroma and said with a smile, "Hua Shou's cooking is getting better and better. Fourth Master, you're in luck!"

The chef skillfully took the dish out of the pot and brought it out in a copper basin. The elders and the young master ate with sweat pouring down their faces.

The flower-wielder stood to the side drinking, then suddenly spoke up: "Fourth Master, I want to attend the Heroes' Gathering!"

The young master turned his head and sneered, "Flower Hands, you broke the gang rules yourself. You're lucky that Fourth Master didn't punish you. You still want to participate in the Heroes' Gathering? Do you deserve it!"

Fourth Master suddenly raised his hand and slapped the young master across the face: "You were able to get on the bus without any worries and avoid being targeted by Lei Zi, all thanks to Huashou keeping watch and doing the dirty work. You should say thank you!"

Although the young master was unwilling, he still said to the man with the flowery hand, "Thank you!"

Fourth Master then looked at Hua Shou. He did not refuse as he usually did, but said:

"I'll think about it some more!"

The flower-hand man was overjoyed upon hearing this and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Fourth Master."

That night, Fourth Master appeared in a small barbershop, where a middle-aged woman was shaving him. He overheard her say:
"I've heard of the methods you mentioned. It seems to be the same as the White Lotus Sect's methods before the founding of the People's Republic of China. I don't know if that's true, but since they want to become disciples, they must be from the martial arts world!"

Fourth Master didn't even open his eyes: "The White Lotus Sect, huh? Those people are not to be trifled with!"

"Yeah, they're all crazy!"

The beautiful woman continued, her hands still busy, "I heard you've been thinking of organizing the Flower Hand Heroes Gathering?"

Fourth Master said calmly, "That man is a formidable enemy. In our Rong Clan, only Hua Shou has the killing intent and ruthlessness. I want to keep Hua Shou as that blade!"

The beautiful woman shook her head in disapproval:
“If we get to the bottom of this, we're in the wrong. Besides, we're craftsmen, while they eat raw meat. We're not on the same wavelength. There's no need to fight to the death. Let's settle things and see if we can make this a small matter. If we win, we'll have them offer three sticks of incense to our ancestor. That way, the Rong family will have face, and we can let this matter drop!”

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