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Zhang Qian's voice trembled on the communicator: "Sergeant Lin! The Zhao family has entered the camp! They've brought over a dozen martial artists!"

"understood."

Lin Feng tucked the communicator back into his waistband, squatted down, and continued digging for the magic core.

What's the rush?

Let the Zhao family investigate. Uncle Fu and Zhao Yuan died in the landslide; the forensic report and the military accident report are all in black and white, and all the necessary paperwork is complete.

After digging out the last magic core, he patted the blood off his hands and walked slowly back to the camp.

Upon entering the camp gate, three military off-road vehicles could be seen parked in the distance at the entrance of the command post.

There were more than a dozen people standing beside the car, all dressed in black, with weapons at their waists, and exuding aura. Even the weakest of them were eighth-level martial artists.

The leader was a thin old man with gray hair tied back, wearing a dark long robe, and his hands behind his back.

Emperor Wuzong.

Lin Feng glanced around, didn't stop, and continued walking towards his tent.

"stop."

The gaunt old man's voice came from behind.

Lin Feng ignored him.

"I said stop right there!"

The pressure of a martial arts master level suddenly slammed down.

Several soldiers who were carrying supplies nearby suddenly collapsed to their knees, scattering boxes all over the ground.

Lin Feng paused for a moment.

Look back.

"You called me?"

The gaunt old man walked over and looked him up and down.

"You're Raymond Lam?"

"Um."

"I am Zhao Kun, the second elder of the Zhao family."

Zhao Kun circled around Lin Feng once, sniffing.

"Covered in blood."

"I just fought off a beast tide and haven't had a chance to wash up yet." Lin Feng patted his sleeves. "Elder Zhao, is there something you need?"

Zhao Kun stopped in front of him and stared at him.

"Zhao Yuan, the young master of the Zhao family, died three days ago in a crack near the sixth defensive line. Are you aware of this?"

"I heard about it. They were killed in a landslide; it was horrific."

"Landslide?" Zhao Kun sneered. "I've lived for over sixty years and I've never seen a landslide kill a first-grade mentalist."

Raymond Lam shrugged: "You'll have to ask God. Telling me won't help. Who can predict natural disasters or man-made calamities?"

Zhao Kun's smile vanished.

He was about to speak.

"Elder Zhao, what a show of power you have!"

Li Zhenguo's voice came from behind.

He dragged his heavy sword along the ground, walking step by step.

"On my defensive line, you exerted overwhelming pressure on my soldiers at the Martial Grandmaster level?"

Zhao Kun turned around.

"Commander Li, I am only here to investigate the cause of the young master's death, and I have no intention of offending you."

"No offense intended?"

Li Zhenguo slammed the heavy sword to the ground.

With a crack, a fissure appeared in the ground, stretching from the tip of the knife all the way to Zhao Kun's feet.

"You entered my camp without saying hello."

"You pressed my troops without warning."

"You interrogated my sergeant without even telling him."

Li Zhenguo walked forward step by step, and with each step, the cracks in the ground grew an inch longer.

"Elder Zhao, do you think the Sixth Line of Defense is the Zhao family's backyard? You can come and go as you please, investigating whenever you want?"

Zhao Kun's face darkened.

"Commander Li, the cause of death of the young master of the Zhao family is suspicious, and I have the authority to intervene."

"You have absolutely no right."

Li Zhenguo interrupted him directly.

"The forensic report is out, and the military accident report is out too. If your Zhao family doesn't believe it, go through the military's appeal channels. If it's approved, I'll fully cooperate. Until then..."

He scanned the Zhao family members with his one eye.

"Not a single soldier should be moved."

Zhao Kun clenched his fists.

The dozen or so Zhao family warriors behind him tensed up, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords.

The camp was quiet for a few seconds.

Li Zhenguo suddenly laughed.

His laughter was cold.

"Elder Zhao, there's something else I want to mention to you."

"Three days ago, an early warning of the Northern Wilderness beast tide was issued, and the Sixth Defense Line sent a request for assistance to all surrounding forces."

He held up one finger.

"The Zhao family has three contracted fissures near the sixth defense line, within a distance of less than twenty kilometers. Have you received their request for assistance?"

Zhao Kun remained silent.

"Received it," Li Zhenguo answered for him, "but you didn't come. Not a single person was sent."

He took another step forward, less than three steps away from Zhao Kun.

"On the night of the beast tide, your Zhao family hid in Qingzhou, while my soldiers risked their lives to hold them off on the city walls."

Thirty-seven people died.

"The youngest one is nineteen."

Li Zhenguo lowered his voice, so low that only Zhao Kun could hear it.

But every word struck a chord with everyone.

"Now that the beast tide is over, you've arrived. Leading a dozen or so martial artists, you've come to investigate, all high and mighty?"

He suddenly raised his voice.

"Where is the Zhao family's face?"

The entire camp heard his shout.

Zhao Kun's face turned pale instantly.

Soldiers had already surrounded them.

These people had just finished a day and a night of fighting, and the murderous aura on their bodies had not yet completely dissipated.

They stared at the dozen or so people from the Zhao family, their eyes bloodshot.

They hid at the back during the beast tide and didn't come.

The beast tide is over, and now you're here to investigate a case?

What is that?

One of the soldiers spat.

Zhao Kun's temple throbbed twice.

"Commander Li, the matter of the young master of the Zhao family is not over yet."

"Then go through the military channels," Li Zhenguo said, emphasizing each word. "Now, take your men and get out of my camp."

roll.

The word echoed throughout the camp.

Zhao Kun's lips trembled.

The martial artists behind him could no longer hold on, and their knives were already half-drawn from their hands.

"Try moving it?"

Captain Zhao arrived with more than twenty martial arts instructors at some point.

They surrounded the dozen or so members of the Zhao family.

These people hadn't even taken off their armor; it was covered in all sorts of messy stuff, some of which was still dripping down.

Their eyes were bloodshot, as if they had just come out of a slaughterhouse.

Zhao Kun scanned the area.

More than twenty martial arts masters and one martial arts grandmaster.

The dozen or so people he brought were not enough.

The old man gave Li Zhenguo a deep look, then turned and left, his steps quick and hurried.

A dozen or so Zhao family martial artists got into the car.

The moment the car door closed, Zhao Kun glanced at Lin Feng through the car window.

It's very gloomy.

It's the look in a hunter's eyes as he sets his sights on his prey.

The three SUVs started up and sped away.

Li Zhenguo looked away and said to Lin Feng, "Be careful out there by yourself."

"clear."

Lin Feng nodded and turned to walk towards the tent.

Halfway there, Zhang Qian caught up and jogged alongside.

"Sergeant Lin, the Zhao family won't let this go easily. That's the Zhao family of Qingzhou, a powerful family even in the provincial capital."

Lin Feng tossed Lieshan onto his shoulder.

"By the time they come a second time, I won't be at my current level."

Zhang Qian was stunned for a moment, completely failing to understand what Lin Feng meant.

After following for a couple of steps, I suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, we've received a notice that a new recruit competition will be held after the beast tide ends. This year's competition is particularly high-profile; the provincial martial arts association and several major families will be sending people to observe."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"You are the sergeant major, you should be the judge."

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks.

"Me, the referee? After killing monsters for a whole day and night, you want me to watch a bunch of kids spar?"

"There's no other way; Commander Li personally selected him. He said the recruit competition needs someone who can keep things in check."

Lin Feng sighed.

"Which day?"

"Tomorrow." Zhang Qian paused, then added, "I heard that among the new recruits participating this year, there are several members of powerful families."

"One of them is surnamed Zhao."