Chapter 786: Xu Wuyi's Justice

She opened her personal terminal and sent the scanned copy of the confession, along with the interrogation footage. After sending it, she looked up at Zhou Bin.

“Captain, do you think Zheng Mingchuan will plead guilty?”

Zhou Bin shook his head. “I don’t know, but whether he confesses or not, the evidence is right here. Lu Sheng and his son can’t escape.”

Three hours after Zheng Jingxuan’s arrest, Zheng Mingchuan received the news.

At the time, he was processing documents in his office. It was a spacious, elegantly furnished room. A dark solid wood desk sat in the center with a leather executive chair, while several calligraphy pieces and paintings by famous artists hung on the walls. A potted, rare orchid rested in the corner.

The night outside the window was thick, but the brightly lit skyscrapers in the distance laid out the entire nightscape of Xingjing before him.

Zheng Mingchuan set down the documents in his hands and rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat exhausted. His health wasn’t what it used to be. Sitting for too long caused his back to ache, and his eyes fatigued easily. But it couldn’t be helped; there was too much to do, and he had to handle everything one by one.

He picked up the teacup on his desk and took a sip. The tea had gone cold, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Frowning, he put down the cup. Just as he was about to resume reviewing the documents, his personal terminal suddenly vibrated.

He glanced down to see an encrypted communication request. Accepting the call, a hushed voice came from the other end.

“Director, something happened. Lin Yuan was taken away.”

Zheng Mingchuan’s pupils suddenly contracted. Lin Yuan was the alias Zheng Jingxuan used in Tianchi. Very few people knew this name; aside from himself, only the dean of the Tianchi Martial Arts Academy was aware of it.

“Who took him?”

“I don’t know. I asked around, and those people presented Inspection Department credentials. They went straight to the academy and took him away in front of everyone.”

The Inspection Department.

His hand trembled slightly, but he quickly steadied it. Decades of navigating the treacherous waters of politics had honed his ability to remain calm under any circumstance.

“When did this happen?”

“This morning. I originally wanted to notify you immediately, but after they took Lin Yuan away, I realized I was being watched. I haven’t dared to reach out until now.”

Zheng Mingchuan fell silent for a few seconds before saying, “Understood. Go into hiding for now. Keep a low profile.”

He ended the call, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

He wondered why the Inspection Department had targeted Jingxuan. Was it a coincidence, or was someone deliberately coming after him? If it was a coincidence, it would be manageable. Jingxuan had been using a fake identity and had stayed in Tianchi for two years without issue; those people couldn’t have arrested him for no reason. But if someone was deliberately targeting him…

Zheng Mingchuan opened his eyes, his gaze turning sharp. He took a deep breath, stood up, and walked over to the window. The night outside was thick, and the distant lights remained dazzling, but he was in no mood to appreciate the view.

He tried to recall if he had left behind any evidence.

The events of the past few years flashed through his mind one by one. He had handled every matter cleanly, leaving no loose ends. He had never left any written records with Lu Sheng. Everything was instructed verbally, and all the money handled was either in cash or routed through intermediary companies. Nothing could be traced back to him.

As for the Lin Quan case, it had been executed flawlessly. Lu Sheng was the one who did the deed, and Lu Sheng was the one who cleaned it up. Zheng Mingchuan had never appeared at the scene from start to finish, so no one could testify against him. Even if Lu Sheng was arrested and confessed, it would merely be a one-sided claim. Without physical evidence or witnesses, they couldn’t convict him.

At this thought, the panic in his heart gradually subsided. He walked back to his desk, sat down, and took another sip of the cold tea. The bitterness spread across his tongue, but his mind was already settled. As long as there was no evidence, those people could do nothing to him.

As for Jingxuan…

He remained silent for a few seconds before opening his personal terminal and dialing a number. He needed to find someone to ask about the situation, figure out who was pulling the strings behind the scenes, and find a way to bail Jingxuan out.

But the moment he dialed the number, a voice suddenly rang out behind him.

“Good evening, Director Zheng.”

Zheng Mingchuan’s entire body stiffened. He whipped around and saw a young man standing in the shadows not far behind him.

The man wore a dark gray combat suit. His expression was calm, and his gaze rested on Zheng Mingchuan’s face as if he were looking at an old acquaintance.

Zheng Mingchuan didn’t know him personally, but he knew exactly who he was. He had seen that face countless times—in the news, in reports, and in articles about the Federation’s youngest Grandmaster. Yet seeing this face in his office right now, appearing silently behind him, sent a chill straight up his spine.

Xu Wuyi.

How had he gotten in? What did he want?

There were security guards and multiple layers of protection outside. This office was on the twelfth floor of the Supreme Council Building. The windows were bulletproof, the door was made of alloy, and entry and exit required strict identity verification. But the man simply stood there, as if he had been there from the very beginning, entirely unnoticed.

“Grandmaster… Grandmaster Xu,” Zheng Mingchuan said, his voice a bit dry as he struggled to keep his tone steady. “Do you have important business with me?”

Xu Wuyi didn’t answer. He simply stepped slowly out of the shadows and came to a halt in the center of the office.

His gaze fell on Zheng Mingchuan’s face. It was a calm look, so unnervingly calm that it made Zheng Mingchuan feel even more uneasy. Having survived in the political arena for decades, he had seen countless types of stares—angry, greedy, fearful, and sycophantic—but he had never seen a look quite like this.