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Even though that kid Zhang Beixing is very unruly and hardly ever acts proper, for him to beat someone to death... This isn’t something he’s capable of doing!
"Inspector Bai, could there be some kind of mistake?"
It could only be said that master and apprentice truly were alike; upon learning of the incident, their reactions were exactly the same. They both thought Inspector Bai was mistaken, perhaps even joking.
However, after seeing the speechless expression on Inspector Bai’s face, Liu Yi knew this was no joking matter.
So Liu Yi changed the subject and asked, "Then Inspector Bai, how many people did Zhang Beixing kill?"
Inspector Bai thought for a moment, then silently extended two fingers.
Liu Yi furrowed his brows. "Two?"
Inspector Bai shook his head, saying awkwardly, "It’s just two who survived!"
"Of the seventeen traffickers involved, aside from those two, none were spared. All rescue attempts failed, and they died on the spot!"
With those words, Liu Yi was stunned into speechlessness, staring blankly at Inspector Bai, unable to utter a word.
He had thought that for Zhang Beixing, who had only been learning martial arts for three months, killing two people was already an outrageous feat. And now you’re telling me that out of seventeen, only two survived??
Steadying himself against the table, Teacher Liu looked at Zhang Beixing and couldn’t help but utter a soul-piercing question, "What in the world, are you some kind of reincarnated god of slaughter?!"
Hearing this, Zhang Beixing also scratched his head innocently. "I don’t know. Who would have thought they’d be so fragile? They couldn’t even take one punch and just died like that?"
Zhang Beixing felt deeply wronged. If it were said that he lacked martial virtue and had brutally assailed those people until they died, he could understand it—after all, his Power attribute was as high as 91, and ordinary people might not withstand such a beating. It would make sense if his frenzied assaults had beaten the traffickers to death. But that’s not what happened! Zhang Beixing had merely used his Hidden Force, giving each person a single punch. When he saw them pass out, he didn’t strike again. Who could have guessed that this group of traffickers, who preyed on numerous children, would just silently keel over and die like that?
"Inspector Bai, this isn’t my fault, right?" Zhang Beixing turned his head to look at Inspector Bai and asked cautiously.
Heaven have mercy, he really hadn’t intended to kill anyone; he certainly didn’t want to end up in prison for years. He really didn’t want to end up as cellmates with any hardened criminals!
Inspector Bai shook his head with a smile and said, "Zhang, relax. We’ve looked into the cause and effect through surveillance. Setting aside everything else, just the fact that those traffickers had controlled weapons on them is key. Once they drew them, you could have retaliated without restriction. As long as you didn’t chop them into mincemeat, it’s defensible."
"Besides, those traffickers kidnapped children. No matter how you look at it, you acted heroically."
"Ah, I see. That’s good!" Zhang Beixing suddenly understood and breathed a sigh of relief.
As for the fact that he had killed people... Perhaps it was because he had used his fists, damaging them internally where it wasn’t visible. Or perhaps it was because he hadn’t witnessed their deaths. So, while Zhang Beixing now knew he had killed people, he didn’t have much of a concept of what murder truly entailed. His only worry was getting locked up; otherwise, there wasn’t the slightest ripple in his heart! Of course, this was also related to the identity of the people Zhang Beixing had killed. After all, Zhang Beixing hadn’t killed any innocent people, but those despicable traffickers who deserved to die a thousand deaths. Such dregs of humanity, the scum of society—forget killing them once. Even if he killed them a thousand times, Zhang Beixing wouldn’t feel the slightest remorse.
Zhang Beixing’s thoughts were all over the place.
Even as his mind wandered, dwelling on all sorts of things, Liu Yi heard Inspector Bai’s confirmation that Zhang Beixing wouldn’t be punished and also breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
But soon after, Liu Yi suddenly realized something. He sharply turned to Inspector Bai and asked, "Inspector Bai, if I heard correctly just now, did Zhang Beixing say he only threw one punch before those traffickers died? That can’t be right! How did those traffickers die?"
"They just died like that! What’s the issue?" Inspector Bai gave Liu Yi a strange look, not quite understanding why Liu Yi would ask such a question. Dead is dead, what else could it be?
"No, no, that’s not what I mean," Liu Yi clarified. "I meant, what was the state of their bodies after they died?"
"The state..." Inspector Bai thought for a moment and began, "The state of the traffickers after they died... well, it’s strange. We couldn’t find any fatal external injuries on their bodies, but their internal organs were shattered."
"These are the autopsy photos of the deceased, taken by Forensic Officer Xing. Have a look!" Saying this, Inspector Bai took out the autopsy photos Forensic Officer Xing had taken from his pocket and handed them to Liu Yi.
Looking at the photos, at the organs hidden beneath layers of tissue and mixed with blood—a chaotic mess, like a freshly prepared bowl of offal stew—Liu Yi’s brows furrowed slightly.
It wasn’t that he felt particularly uncomfortable. As a martial artist who had navigated the pugilist world for many years, Liu Yi possessed the necessary mental fortitude. He was frowning now simply because the state of death of the people in the photos seemed utterly bizarre!