The young driver's beautiful boss

Tang Xin struggled slightly in Tang Bei's arms, but Tang Bei tightened his grip, telling her not to move.

But the fire in his heart was already rising.

In front of everyone, Chu Nan casually pinned two deaths on him without even changing his expression.

"Deacon Zhao," Chu Nan turned to Zhao Tiecheng, his tone sincere.

"I suggest you take immediate action to rescue them. Tang Bei has gone mad. If he can kidnap the eldest daughter of the Tang family today, he can kidnap the entire company as hostages tomorrow."

Zhao Tiecheng's temple throbbed, and he placed his hand on the bronze mirror but did not move.

Tang Xin's life was too heavy.

Nobody dares to gamble.

Tang Bei looked around, observing Zhao Tiecheng's conflicted expression and Chu Nan's feigned composure.

He suddenly let out a cold laugh, lowered his head, and whispered in Tang Xin's ear in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Xiao Xin, just bear with it a little longer."

Then he raised his head and gestured with his chin toward Chu Nan.

"You say I killed Bai Lang and Bai Zhantang, fine. Where's the evidence?"

"The body camera recorded your soul magic fluctuations."

Chu Nan slowly took out his phone. "Should I play it for everyone now?"

Tang Bei did not rush to refute.

"Body camera?" Tang Bei repeated the word, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Chu Nan, you're a fugitive suspect, yet you're carrying a body camera? Are you a law enforcement officer or a criminal?"

The smile on Chu Nan's face faded for a moment.

"It's Bai Lang's." He reacted quickly. "Before he died, he gave me the recorder and asked me to keep it for him."

"Oh? Bai Lang gave you the recorder before he died."

Tang Bei nodded and said slowly, "Let me explain. You were there when Bai Lang and Bai Zhantang died, which is why Bai Lang was able to give you the recording device before he died."

"You were there with the two dead men, I killed them, and yet you stand here unharmed as a witness—Chu Nan, your role as a witness is far too convenient."

Chu Nan's expression remained unchanged, but a sharp glint finally appeared in his eyes.

"Because I run fast."

"Runs fast?" Tang Bei scoffed.

"Bai Zhantang is a late-stage Foundation Establishment martial artist, and Bai Lang is even more of a half-step Golden Core cultivator. You, who haven't even reached Foundation Establishment, ran away right in front of them and even took the recording device with you? Chu Nan, can't you at least draft a lie before you start?"

There was a momentary stillness in the air.

Zhao Tiecheng frowned. He looked at Chu Nan, then at Tang Bei, and Tang Bei steadily caught the hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Chu Nan suddenly laughed.

He laughed easily, even with a hint of pity: "Tang Bei, I know you're eloquent. But no matter how eloquent you are, with the evidence right in front of you, you can't simply turn black into white."

He held up his phone and swiped his thumb across the screen.

"It contains a record of soul magic fluctuations, precisely matching your spiritual power characteristics. When released on the spot, we can all sense it."

Tang Bei looked at him.

Chu Nan's words were perfectly watertight.

He might indeed have records of soul technique fluctuations, and Tang Bei did indeed kill Bai Zhantang—that bastard deserved to die, and Tang Bei had no regrets.

The problem is that the log doesn't show what Bai Zhantang did before he died; it only shows the moment Tang Bei made his move.

Taking things out of context.

This is Chu Nan's specialty.

Just as Tang Bei was about to speak, the void beside him suddenly trembled slightly.

Xia Qing's outline became clearer from its semi-transparent state.

She didn't speak, but simply extended her half-real hand and gently placed it on Tang Bei's arm.

She couldn't feel anything, but the action itself seemed to be telling him—don't worry, I'll do it.

Then Xia Qing raised her head and looked at Zhao Tiecheng.

"Deacon Zhao."

Her voice was very soft, like the lingering sound of wind passing through a bamboo forest, yet everyone in the sports area could hear it clearly.

"I am Xia Qing. I died at the hands of Gu Qiushui seven days ago, but my soul was saved by Tang Bei using a soul-gathering array. I was present the entire night Bai Lang and Bai Zhantang died."

Zhao Tiecheng removed his hand from the bronze mirror.

He stared at Xia Qing's spirit form for a long time before finally speaking: "Spiritual testimony, according to regulations, only has legal effect after being certified by a spirit tablet. You haven't registered yet, so your statement cannot be used as direct evidence."

"I don't need a statement," Xia Qing said.

"I can project the scenes from that night. The spirit retains fragments of memories from the seven days before death, which is permitted under Article 32 of the Paranormal Management Regulations."

Chu Nan's expression finally changed.

He turned to Zhao Tiecheng: "Deacon Zhao, the memories of a soul can be altered, especially those of a soul revived by a Soul Gathering Array; their memories are simply unreliable."

"You're right." Xia Qing looked at him quietly.

"So I projected the images so everyone present could judge for themselves. As you said, my spiritual energy characteristics can be precisely matched—the palm prints and soul technique wounds remaining on Bai Lang and Bai Zhantang's bodies—who left them—will be crystal clear once projected."

Chu Nan's lips twitched slightly.

He didn't speak.

Zhao Tiecheng pondered for a moment, then nodded to Xia Qing: "Go ahead and project."

Xia Qing closed her eyes.

Her soul shone faintly, like a lamp that had been lit.

In the void, images rippled out like water—first blurry outlines, then gradually becoming clear.

Everyone in the exercise area involuntarily held their breath.

On screen, Bai Zhantang is pinning Gu Qingqing to the ground, one hand gripping her throat tightly.

Gu Qingqing's face was streaked with tears, her lips were turning purple, and her struggles were becoming weaker and weaker.

Bai Lang stood aside, watching with his hands folded.

Then the scene changes, and Tang Bei rushes in and punches Bai Zhantang in the back of the head.

The scene changes again, and Bai Lang is attacked from behind by something. He staggers and kneels down, his chest pierced by a hand that emerges from the shadows.

That hand was long and slender, with a silver ring on its middle finger.

The image freezes.

Everyone present saw the hand and the ring.

Zhao Tiecheng suddenly turned his head, his gaze falling on Chu Nan's right hand.

Chu Nan wore a silver ring on the ring finger of his right hand.

The exact same pattern.

Chu Nan's composure finally shattered completely.

He instinctively pulled his right hand into his pocket, but that action itself was the best admission of guilt.

"Chu Nan." Zhao Tiecheng's voice deepened, "What else do you have to say?"

Chu Nan remained silent.

His gaze passed over Zhao Tiecheng, then over Xia Qing, and finally landed on Tang Bei's face.

His eyes churned with malice and rage, but he quickly suppressed all those emotions, leaving only a thin, almost transparent sneer.

"Deacon Zhao, you actually believe images projected by spirits?"

He took a step back, but his voice remained steady, "The souls created by the Soul Gathering Array are just puppets controlled by the caster! You believe whatever she puts out?"