Chapter 785: Xu Wuyi's Justice

But now he knew that the past could never be left behind.

It was past 11:00 a.m. when the plane landed at the airport in Xingjing’s eastern suburbs. Zheng Jingxuan was escorted off the plane and into a black business van that had been waiting there.

The car drove into the city, passing through bustling streets before finally stopping in front of an ordinary-looking building. He looked up at the sign.

Ninth Office of the Federation Comprehensive Affairs Administration.

Zhou Bin walked ahead of him, pushed open the glass doors, crossed the lobby, and approached a door that looked like a storage room. He pressed a button on the wall beside it, and the doors slid open silently to reveal an elevator inside. Zheng Jingxuan stepped in. He felt his body slowly descending, and his heart sank with it.

Shortly after, Zheng Jingxuan was led into an interrogation room. It was small, only about a dozen square meters. It contained a table, two chairs, a massive optical screen hanging on the wall, and several surveillance cameras mounted in the corners. Zhou Bin had him sit in one of the chairs while he took the seat opposite him. Li Zhaowen and Fang Xiaoxiao stood to the side, their expressionless gazes fixed on him.

The door closed.

The room was quiet—so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

Zhou Bin looked at him without speaking. Instead, he pulled a document from a file folder, placed it on the table, and pushed it over. “Take a look.”

Zheng Jingxuan looked down at the document. It was Lu Sheng’s confession. He flipped through it page by page, his face growing paler with each turn. By the time he reached the end, his hands were trembling so violently that he could barely hold the thin sheets of paper. He looked up at Zhou Bin and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Zhou Bin watched him and said calmly, “Lu Sheng has confessed everything. The case from three years ago, Lin Quan’s murder, and your true identity. Now, it’s your turn.”

Zheng Jingxuan’s lips trembled as tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to deny it, to say it was all fake, but the words turned into a whimper before they left his mouth. Zhou Bin didn’t rush him, simply watching him in silence.

Standing to the side, Fang Xiaoxiao looked at the young man, an indescribable feeling welling up in her chest. Twenty-one years old, a Level 35 Martial Artist. If he hadn’t done those things, if he hadn’t been born into the Zheng Family, he could have had a bright future. But now, it was all over.

Time ticked by, minute by minute.

Zheng Jingxuan kept his head down, staring blankly at the confession without moving. His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he were desperately trying to suppress something.

Zhou Bin still didn’t rush him. After working in this field for so many years, he knew all too well that everyone had a different breaking point. Some people confessed the moment they walked in, while others could hold out for days and nights—but eventually, everyone talked. This young man wouldn’t hold out for much longer.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Zheng Jingxuan finally lifted his head. His eyes were red, and his face was stained with tears, but there was a strange calmness in his gaze, as if he had finally made a decision.

“I’ll talk,” he said, his voice hoarse and low. “I’ll tell you everything.”

Zhou Bin nodded and gestured to Li Zhaowen, who turned on the optical screen and began recording. Zheng Jingxuan took a deep breath before speaking slowly.

“That night three years ago, I drank too much and went to find Lin Wan’er…”

Zhou Bin listened without any expression on his face. Fang Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, felt a swell of complex emotions. This young man had indeed killed someone, and it was manslaughter. According to Federation law, when a Martial Artist committed manslaughter, they were generally sentenced to more than ten years in prison. If they showed good remorse, it could be reduced to around seven years. This punishment was much heavier than what an ordinary person would face—a restriction the Federation placed on Martial Artists.

But what he didn’t know was that in order to cover this up, his father had also murdered Lin Wan’er’s father. With these two crimes combined, the nature of the situation completely changed.

Once he finished, Zhou Bin fell silent for a few seconds before asking, “Do you know what your father did?”

Zheng Jingxuan shook his head. “No,” he replied hoarsely. “I only know that he helped me settle the matter, but he never said how, and I never asked.”

Zhou Bin looked at him and asked no further questions. He nodded to Li Zhaowen, signaling that they were done. Li Zhaowen turned off the optical screen, compiled the transcript, printed it out, and placed it in front of Zheng Jingxuan.

“Take a look. If there are no issues, sign on the last page.”

Zheng Jingxuan looked down at the record, flipping through it page by page. The text was objective and precise, capturing every word he had just said without omitting a single detail. He turned to the last page, picked up the pen, and signed his name beneath the line that read “I confirm that the above content is true.”

Zheng Jingxuan.

It was the first time in two years that he had signed his real name. The moment the pen touched the paper, he felt as though a heavy burden had completely lifted from his heart. After signing, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

Zhou Bin picked up the confession, reviewed it carefully, and slipped it back into the file folder.

Soon, Zheng Jingxuan was left alone in the interrogation room. He sat in his chair, motionless as a statue. After a long, long time, he finally lowered his head and buried his face in his hands. His shoulders trembled violently, but no sound came out.

Outside the interrogation room, Zhou Bin handed the confession to Fang Xiaoxiao. “Send this to Grandmaster Xu.”

Fang Xiaoxiao took the document and nodded.