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Director Xia Zhongde flipped through the booklet sent by Nalan Jingxiu to Zhao Yan, his two thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and stood straight in front of his desk, Hong Fang, who went to Hanlin Academy to bring back Zhao Yan to Hanlin Academy today.

Xia Zhongde just looked through the booklet in his hand and Hong Ping gave him a report.

"Director! This should be the case. There is no evidence or indication that Nalan Jingxiu's assassination of Nie Donglai is related to Zhao Yan! The surveillance video we retrieved from Kuai'an Express also shows that Nalan Jingxiu sent Zhao Yan only this booklet! Judging from the existing evidence, Nalan Jingxiu should really just want Zhao Yan to have a chance in the future and take care of his sister!"

Xia Zhongde still didn't say anything.

As the director of the Nanjing District of the Jinyiwei Central Guard, Xia Zhongde, the grade is not high, but only the seventh rank. However, the nature of the Jinyiwei determines that he is of great authority in the seventh rank. Looking at the entire Nanjing, his status is also very transcendent and he only accepts the orders of the Jinyiwei at the next level.

After turning a few more pages, Xia Zhongde silently put down the booklet in his hand, without looking up, reached out and picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip, lowered his head and asked, "Has Cheng Ying gone to find him?"

Hong Fang: "Yes, Director! After Cheng Ying reported this matter to his family, he had received instructions and must confirm this matter! Director! There is no reason for us to stop such matters!"

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Xia Zhongde's mouth. He put down the water cup in his hand, stood up and tidyed his collar, stretched his sleeves, and walked out. When the ferry was scared, Yan, brother-in-law looked at the new sister Zhang.

"Go! Go and have a look!"

"Yes! Director!"

The two walked to a room next door, which was obviously a general monitoring room. The four walls were full of surveillance screens. Several staff members wearing black uniforms were paying attention to surveillance footage of all sizes.

As soon as Xia Zhongde came in, these people subconsciously stood up and saluted Xia Zhongde.

"Director!"

"Director!"

"Hello, Director!"

"Yes." Xia Zhongde nodded expressionlessly, turned his face and asked Hong Fang: "Where was the student bet?"

Hong Fang: "Director! In District A33!"

Xia Zhongde nodded slightly and looked at the person in charge of the surveillance room with a slightly bald middle-aged man on his forehead: "Enlarge the surveillance screen in area a33!"

"Yes! Director!" The middle-aged man agreed and immediately ordered a young person: "Xiao Wang! Enlarge the surveillance in area a33! Quick!"

"Yes! Team Leader!"

Soon, a huge surveillance screen appeared on the entire wall in front of Xia Zhongde. These dozens of screens can generally present images of more than a dozen surveillance areas at the same time, but now more than a dozen screens are combined to present only one picture.

On the screen, a tall and thin man in a black uniform of a royal guard stood in the middle of a hall with his hands on his back. Opposite him, two policemen walked over with their left and right arms.

In the surveillance room, Xia Zhongde held his hands in front of his chest and looked at Hong Fang and several staff members in the surveillance room were also staring at the scene at this time.

...

A33 District is one of the many areas of the Nanjing Jinyiwei Zhongwei Department. It has several functions such as temporary detention and interrogation of suspects.

Zhao Yan was taken to the hall by two policemen, squinting at the tall and long legs opposite the man. The two policemen who had just taken him over were bowing and retreating with the man opposite.

Zhao Yan had no handcuffs on his wrist because he was just a suspect now. He was brought here and only cooperated with the investigation of the Jinyiwei. He had not been convicted yet, but the atmosphere at this time made him feel that something was wrong.

There were lights on the ceiling around the hall, and there were more than a dozen Jinyiwei criminals standing in front of the hall, all of whom were watching the show.

The strangest thing is the tall and thin man three or four meters away opposite him. His eyes looked cold and bad at this time.

During class this afternoon, Zhao Yan was suddenly caught by the criminal police of the Jinyiwei. He was confused and did not understand why the Jinyiwei came to him. After coming out of the teaching building, Zhao Yan learned that it was the booklet sent to him by Nalan Jingxiu that caused him a disaster.

Facing the Jinyiwei criminal policeman, Zhao Yan could not fight, so he could only follow the other party's wishes to take them to his dormitory, letting them rummaged through his bedroom, and watching them find the black-skin booklet sent to him by Nalan Jingxiu during his lifetime and the photos of Nalan Jingxiu's sister from his desk drawer.

Reason told him that the seven Duan Jin recorded in the booklet was the Kung Fu of the Nalan family, and he did not need to keep it confidential. The police must have mastered the photos of Nalan Moer for a long time, and Zhao Yan did not need to hide them. However, just watching the Jinyiwei criminal police flip the booklet and the photo, Zhao Yan still breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Zhao Yan didn't know that someone had made an article on his book "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer" and had ordered the deletion of books and closed the station. There might be subsequent punishment waiting for him. However, the criminal police of Jinyiwei came to the door and treated him as a prisoner to trial. He felt so angry that he felt uncomfortable.

If he hadn't asked himself that Nalan Jingxiu's assassination had nothing to do with him, he could explain clearly, and he might have turned against him at that time.

"I am Chengying!"

The tall and thin man opposite suddenly spoke with a cold expression and a cold voice.

"Nalan Jingxiu defeated my senior brother with one move. My master is very unhappy! I heard that you and Nalan Jingxiu are comparable to Nalan Jingxiu's kung fu, and are you good friends with him?"

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who is your senior brother? Who is your master?"

Cheng Ying smiled coldly: "My senior brother Lin Lingfeng! Master Beile King Qinbo!"

More than a dozen criminal police officers watching the show at the entrance of the hall heard this, and someone laughed and said in a low voice: "That guy Cheng Ying is a mess of lying! Can you be the best actor?"

A person next to him smiled and agreed: "No! The first time I found out that he had such a good acting skills!"

...

Lin Lingfeng? Hou Qinbo?

Zhao Yan thought of what was mentioned in the news that when Nalan Jingxiu assassinated Nie Donglai, he beat Lin Lingfeng, the disciple of King Qinbo of the North Leg, and that big star.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan had already guessed in his heart what Cheng Ying on the other side wanted to do.

But he smiled and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Cheng Ying sneered, walked forward, and said word by word: "It's very simple! Get back honors for my master! Lin Lingfeng is not good at learning skills, so I, the senior brother, help him get it back! Let's fight! You win, before you leave here, I treat you as an uncle! Lose, hum! I will cut off your hand!"

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes even more violently when he heard this, gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice: "I'm just here to cooperate with your investigation. Do you dare to cut off my hand?"

Cheng Ying stopped and sneered, "So what? This is the Jinyiwei! My master is Hou Qinbo! You must be your ability if you win, but you can only blame yourself for not being good at learning skills if you lose! Announce to the public that you attack the police and interrupt one of your arms, who can say what?"

Zhao Yan looked at the dozen or so police officers watching the show at the entrance of the hall, closed his eyes and said, "It was Nalan Jingxiu who defeated your senior brother. What does it have to do with me?"

Cheng Ying twisted his neck, making a crackling sound, or a sneer: "Because you and Nalan Jingxiu are good friends! And because you and Nalan Jingxiu are comparable to Nalan Jingxiu's kung fu, how about it? Do you need other reasons?"

"Must fight?"

"Must fight!"

With the affirmative answer, when Zhao Yan opened his eyes again, his eyes had become sharp, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the evil intention hidden in his bones was inadvertently revealed.

Cheng Ying on the opposite side was about 27 or 28 years old, and was in his year of fighting, and was also a criminal policeman in the Jinyiwei. He knew that Nalan Jingxiu defeated Lin Lingfeng with one move, and even though he knew that Zhao Yan's Kung Fu was comparable to Nalan Jingxiu, he still dared to fight him like this. Zhao Yan had realized that this person's Kung Fu must be not weak.

However, he would not let this person break his arm, even if this is the Jinyiwei Central Guard!

He was caught in the Jinyiwei for no reason and was forced to this point for no reason. He even threatened to break one of his arms. Zhao Yan smiled on the corner of his mouth, but he was already very angry.

I really think that Zhao Yan is a soft persimmon, and I can pinch it as much as I want?

I can't fight against the entire Jinyiwei, and will I be afraid of you alone?

"start!"

Cheng Ying suddenly fell to his waist and sat on the horse. His palms swung to his side like a wall, and turned back in front of him in an arc, turning into two fists up and down in front of him.

What kind of kung fu is this?

Zhao Yan's eyes narrowed again, and he had never seen them before, but so what? Have he seen Bajiquan before?

Since you have no choice but to retreat, if you lose, you will break your hand. Zhao Yan felt aggrieved and temporarily put aside all his worries, snorted coldly and sat down on his horse, with his left palm in front and his right fist hidden around his waist.

Bajiquan bow drawing style.

More than a dozen people at the entrance of the hall were in high spirits, and they subconsciously adjusted their standing postures, either wide or narrowed their eyes to look here. Xia Zhongde and others in the monitoring room also subconsciously concentrated their energy and stared at the surveillance screen carefully.

"ah!!!"

Cheng Ying suddenly screamed strangely, and his legs exerted force, rushed over like a galloping horse. As soon as he approached Zhao Yan's body, he suddenly grew up and hit Zhao Yan's face with his right fist with a high hand. Zhao Yan also rose up with a long body, with his left palm hanging down, but his arm twitched up, and with a snap, he pulled away the arm that Cheng Ying was hit by him.

Cheng Ying suddenly lowered again, and his body turned, and his left elbow flashed and hit Zhao Yan's thigh from his waist. Zhao Yan's left hand, which was pulling up, slapped down, and Cheng Ying's left elbow hit by Cheng Ying's left elbow in the middle of his palm. Cheng Ying's body turned back, and his right hand instantly changed his fist and palm to hit Zhao Yan's lower abdomen. Zhao Yan raised his right leg forward, and his right knee knocked away Cheng Ying's right palm, followed by his left leg and chased him. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yan's left and right legs lifted and fell several times in succession, attacking Cheng Ying with one knee, forcing Cheng Ying to rush forward for a while, and forced Cheng Ying to rush backwards. Finally, he had to roll to the left side side and avoided it.
Chapter completed!