A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

"You stabbed me? And you couldn't even get over the wall? You took a punch from him and you still managed to get up and fight him?"

Xiang Quan interrupted him, throwing out a series of questions.

Even though Mao Buli had been injured by the Zhenfu Division in the North District before, it was rumored that his injuries were not this serious.

Even if Su Bai stabbed him, it shouldn't be so bad that he couldn't even get over a low wall that an ordinary person could climb over.

Moreover, given Su Bai's physique, how could he possibly have the strength to fight again after enduring an angry punch from a martial artist at the Skin Refining Realm?

This is simply against common sense.

Xiang Quan was filled with doubts, his gaze shifting back and forth between Su Bai's face and the corpse on the ground.

"Uncle Xiang, I don't know either!" Su Bai spread his hands, his face showing just the right amount of bewilderment and lingering fear.

"That's how it happened. He took my knife, turned and ran, and then, like he was drunk, he tried to climb up the wall several times but couldn't. I... I was stunned."

Xiang Quan stared at him for a few seconds, his jawline tightening, before finally nodding slowly, his tone devoid of emotion: "Then continue."

Su Bai seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then continued:

"Look at me now after taking that punch from him."

He pointed to the bloodstains on the corner of his mouth and his clothes.

"My mouth was full of blood, and my chest was in excruciating pain. But for some reason, the pain only lasted for a moment, and then the intense pain seemed to go numb. I only had one thought in my mind."

He's injured, but I can win! I can't let him get away! Then, I don't know where the strength came from, but I got up.

Xiang Quan nodded slightly.

He was experienced and knew that when people were fighting for their lives, their blood boiled with rage...

It is indeed possible to temporarily ignore the intense pain and unleash power and ferocity far exceeding normal levels, commonly known as "going berserk."

Su Bai's description does fit the reaction under certain extreme circumstances.

Although it seems abrupt for someone so new to the industry, it is not entirely impossible.

"I rushed up and tackled him from behind, and we started wrestling."

Su Bai gestured with his fingers, his tone carrying the urgency of someone who had just fought.

"His first few punches were really hard, hitting my ribs and shoulders. I coughed up blood again, and I felt like my bones were going to break. My chest is still burning with pain."

He subconsciously rubbed his chest and grinned.

"But as the fight went on, I felt his fists... lose their strength, they became limp. I was pinned down by him, and my hands were groping around on the ground. Somehow I touched a half-brick or a stone."

A ruthless glint flashed in Su Bai's eyes, a hint of "I didn't expect this at the time."

"I grabbed the rock and, taking advantage of the moment when he swung his fist again, used all my strength to smash it into his cheek!"

With a loud bang, he let out a groan, his movements clearly freezing, as if he had been stunned by the blow.

I dared not stop, so I quickly struck him several more times—on his head, temples… until he was completely still and released his grip. Only then did I dare to stop.

He took a breath and added as a final note:

"Also, Uncle Xiang, when he ran out of the kitchen door, I caught a glimpse of his profile in the dim moonlight. Although he quickly ran into the shadows of the yard, I recognized him clearly. He looked just like Mao Buli on the wanted poster!"

So after I killed him, I hurriedly tried to report to the local authorities.

Su Bai timely revealed a hint of fear and relief afterward, and his body trembled slightly.

"Hmm," Xiang Quan responded through his nose, neither confirming nor denying.

He crouched down again, disregarding the blood, and carefully used his fingers to pry away the congealed blood and bits of flesh from the corpse's head and face for a thorough examination.

Indeed, there were multiple obvious blunt force trauma marks on the face and skull, with torn skin, broken bones, and depressions, which matched Su Bai's description of being violently struck with a stone.

In addition to old wounds, other parts of the body also showed several more recent stab wounds from sharp objects and bruises from a struggle.

Although some of the wounds became blurred and difficult to discern due to subsequent impacts, including the face which was so badly damaged that it was hard to recognize at a glance.

But Xiang Quan didn't see this as a big problem, as the Zhenfu Division had its own methods to verify identities.

Xiang Quan remained silent, his sharp gaze sweeping over the signs of a fight outside—the bloodstains on the ground, the debris scattered in the corner, and then recalling every word Su Bai uttered and every expression he made.

Logically, it seems to fit together somewhat, but the biggest question remains: why was Mao Buli so easily stabbed by Su Bai?

And the abnormal weakness that followed.

But anything can happen in the martial world; perhaps Mao Buli hadn't encountered Su Bai before...

What untold events led to further injuries and a terrible condition?

"Su Bai, you said you got punched several times by Mao Buli," Xiang Quan stood up, dusting off his hands.

"Let me see how serious your injury is. I have some good medicine for treating internal injuries and blood stasis. If the injury is serious, I'll use it on you first."

His tone seemed to soften, carrying the concern of an elder.

Without hesitation, Su Bai immediately took off his blood-stained shirt, revealing his strong but bruised upper body.

Under the moonlight, multiple bruises on the chest, sides of the ribs, shoulders, and arms were clearly visible, ranging in color from dark purple to bluish-black.

Some areas were still slightly swollen, a typical sign of being hit hard.

Xiang Quan leaned closer to examine it carefully, even gently pressing the edges of several bruises with his fingers.

Its firm texture and deep-seated bruises could not have been faked in a short time.

The last trace of doubt in his heart also dissipated—this injury was indeed caused by the force penetrating from the fist of a martial artist at the Skin Refining Realm.

It seems that Su Bai's words were true; although the process was bizarre, the result is clear.

Seeing that the last bit of scrutiny in Xiang Quan's eyes finally turned into approval, Su Bai's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

Even an experienced constable like Uncle Xiang couldn't spot the flaw, so this arrangement should be foolproof.

"Very good, Su Bai." Xiang Quan's face showed a complex expression, a mixture of admiration and感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions).

"If your father knew what you're like today, he would be so happy."

He patted Su Bai on the shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy.

"However, you were incredibly lucky today. Never be so reckless again! Otherwise, you might be the one lying on the ground. The Skin Refining Realm is ultimately not something you can confront head-on at your current level."

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Xiang," Su Bai said sincerely as he put on his clothes. "Perhaps... it's also because my father is watching over me from heaven."

A mixture of sorrow and relief appeared on Su Bai's face at just the right moment.

"Alright, this is a serious matter. Since you haven't found a taxi to be on duty, you'll just have to wait for now."

"I'll take you to make a preliminary record of the situation and an on-site inspection report first. We'll submit a formal report when the taxi returns at dawn."

"Alright! Then I'll leave everything to Uncle Xiang." Su Bai felt relieved, his tone filled with gratitude.

Isn't this exactly what he sought out Xiang Quan?

Only after being witnessed and recorded by a formal officer,

Only then can the credit for killing Mao Buli be considered truly secured, preventing others from claiming it or creating unnecessary complications.