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Zhang Qian was bent over, panting for a long time, his face showing both anxiety and fear.

"What did headquarters say when they called?"

"Special Envoy Qian and Huang Kun jointly sent an emergency report to headquarters, saying that you... said that you embezzled B-level rift resources, resisted orders from superiors, and even assaulted the special envoy from the provincial capital."

Lin Feng was stunned for two seconds.

"Beating?"

"Yes, he wrote that the wound on Special Envoy Qian's shoulder was 'Lin Feng deliberately attacked the special envoy from the provincial capital'."

Raymond Lam was amused.

He was genuinely happy.

These two good-for-nothings couldn't beat him, so they ran back to complain?

"Anything else?"

Zhang Qian swallowed hard: "The headquarters has also heard about a Martial Grandmaster soloing a B-level rift, but they don't quite believe it. They're asking you to come to the provincial headquarters in person to verify it."

"Verify what?"

"To verify whether your strength is genuine, and whether the results of the B-level rift were achieved by you personally."

Lin Feng tossed Lieshan onto his shoulder.

"Sure, I'll go."

Zhang Qian panicked: "You're just going like this? What if it's a trap? Those two special envoys have connections at headquarters!"

"A trap?" Lin Feng patted his head. "I'd like to see what kind of company the provincial headquarters is all about."

The news spread quickly.

That night, the entire sixth line of defense was blown up.

"Is Sergeant Lin going to headquarters?"

"I heard he was reported by those two special envoys! Embezzling resources? He cleared the cracks all by himself, why can't he take some?"

"Those two bastards, they just cowered on the city wall without lifting a finger, and now they're running off to complain?"

Captain Wang slammed his fist on the table and cursed, "I've been in the army for twenty years, what kind of dirty deeds haven't I seen? This is the first time I've ever seen someone get sued after a battle!"

The fifty martial artists who had entered the crack to finish off the enemy were even more excited.

They witnessed the horrific battlefield inside the crevice; the corpses of four Martial King-level beasts lay there, the evidence irrefutable—it was all done by one person.

"We've jointly submitted a letter! We're here to testify on behalf of Sergeant Lin!"

"Yes! We are all witnesses!"

"If those two useless special envoys dare to spout nonsense at headquarters, I'll confront them one by one!"

This commotion alarmed Li Zhenguo.

The one-eyed veteran sat behind his desk, tapping his fingers on the surface. After listening to Zhang Qian's report, he remained silent for a long while.

"Is the transfer order from headquarters an official document?"

"Yes."

"Then we have to go." Li Zhenguo stood up, took a letter from the drawer, put it in an envelope, and sealed it.

"Give this to Lin Feng. When you get to headquarters, find a man named Qin Haotian. He is the deputy director of the headquarters' inspection department. He used to work on the third defense line in the north and is an old friend of mine."

Zhang Qian took the letter, put it away, and ran out.

Early the next morning.

Lin Feng packed his belongings.

He carried the mountain-splitting object on his back and wore the storage ring on his hand.

When we left the camp, two rows of people blocked the road.

Captain Wang led the way, followed by seventy or eighty people, all officers and veterans of the sixth defense line.

"What are you doing? A funeral?" Lin Feng frowned.

Captain Wang walked up with a dark face, took out a stack of papers from his pocket, and stuffed them into Lin Feng's hand.

"A joint letter, signed and fingerprinted by 137 people from the Sixth Defense Line, proves that the victory in the Level B Rift was yours alone. Qian Peng and Huang Kun did not participate in any combat during the Rift clearing."

Lin Feng flipped through the stack of papers, which was covered with signatures and red fingerprints.

He folded the paper neatly and put it in his pocket.

Thanks.

"Don't thank me." The captain glared at him. "When we get to headquarters, don't back down."

"When have I ever backed down?"

Captain Zhao thought about it and realized there really wasn't one.

Lin Feng walked through the crowd, took two steps south, and then stopped.

He glanced back, then turned around and strode towards the provincial capital.

Behind him, on the sixth line of defense, Li Zhenguo stood at the highest point.

He watched the figure walk further and further away, a glint of light flashing in his single eye.

Zhang Qian, standing nearby, muttered softly, "Commander Li, do you think Sergeant Lin can escape unscathed?"

Li Zhenguo did not answer.

He turned and walked towards the stairs, leaving a sentence in the wind.

"If the provincial headquarters can't retain him, then the headquarters is incompetent."

provincial capital.

Martial Arts Headquarters.

A vast complex of buildings sits in the very center of the provincial capital.

Above the main gate hangs a plaque with the six large characters "Martial Arts Association Headquarters".

The guards standing at the gate were all martial arts masters at the peak of their skill, and they carried uniform long swords at their waists.

Lin Feng arrived at 3 PM.

He was stopped at the gate.

Registration, identity verification, and transfer order verification.

The entire process took a full half hour.

When he was led into the headquarters building, a middle-aged man in a black uniform was already waiting in the corridor.

"Sergeant Lin Feng?"

"Um."

"I am Qin Haotian, Deputy Director of the Inspectorate. I have received Commander Li's letter."

Qin Haotian was in his forties, with a square face and a straight posture. He had his aura as a third-stage Martial King well concealed.

He looked Lin Feng up and down, then lowered his voice.

"The situation is not good. Qian Peng and Huang Kun arrived early and complained about you to the headquarters commander for a full hour."

"What did they sue you for?"

"They embezzled B-grade resources, assaulted special envoys, resisted military orders, acted without authorization, and so on. They've labeled them with every possible accusation."

Lin Feng touched the stack of joint letters in his pocket.

"Do they have any evidence for what they're saying?"

Qin Haotian smiled wryly: "At headquarters, sometimes evidence isn't needed. Two Martial Kings jointly filing a complaint carries enough weight."

Lin Feng nodded.

"Alright, lead the way."

Qin Haotian hesitated for a moment: "Aren't you going to ask about a solution?"

"No need." Lin Feng pointed to the knife behind him. "I'll handle it myself when we get there."

Qin Haotian was stunned for a moment, shook his head and sighed, then turned and led the way.

The two passed through three security gates and walked for five minutes to reach the core area of ​​the headquarters.

Two guards of the Martial King level stood on either side of the massive alloy gate.

The door opened.

Inside was a large, circular hall.

More than twenty people were seated on the circular tiered seating, all of them officers of the rank of King Wu or above.

In the highest seat sat a man in his fifties.

He was tall and strong, with a full head of silver hair, and a scar that stretched from his left forehead to his right cheekbone, running across his entire face.

His aura didn't leak out at all, but the moment Lin Feng stepped into the hall, he felt a heavy weight.

King Wu? No...

higher.

"General Zhou." Qin Haotian bowed slightly at the door.

General Zhou Che.

The highest-ranking military officer at the provincial martial arts association headquarters.

The realm of Martial Saint.

Lin Feng paused for half a second.

An annoying voice came from the side.

"Oh, you're here."

Qian Peng sat in the third row of the tiered seating, his shoulder still wrapped in bandages.

Huang Kun sat next to him, a notebook on his lap, and his face was all smiles again.

"General, this is the man." Qian Peng stood up and pointed at Lin Feng. "Lin Feng, the sergeant major of the Sixth Defense Line in the Northern Territory, embezzled B-grade rift resources and deliberately attacked the special envoy to the provincial capital. The evidence is irrefutable!"

Lin Feng glanced at him but didn't reply.

He walked to the center of the hall and propped Lieshan up on the ground.

Then he raised his head and looked at Zhou Che at the highest point.

"General, my name is Lin Feng."

"I heard headquarters doesn't believe I can clear a B-level rift by myself?"

He pulled the stack of joint letters from his pocket and threw them forward.

The papers scattered and fluttered onto the floor in the center of the hall.

"Signatures of 137 people."

"If that's not enough."

Lin Feng patted the back of the mountain-splitting blade.

"I'll perform one for you right here and now."