146: Chapter 146 Waiting for the Appeal

Shen Xingchen walked into the building.

He happened to run into a team of people.

They were all dressed in dark business formal wear, carrying thick briefcases in their hands, looking ready to go.

Shen Xingchen recognized the person in the lead.

It was the teacher in charge of the Xinghai Martial Arts University team that day, whose name seemed to be... Zhang Chenyi.

Shen Xingchen passed by the main entrance.

Teacher Zhang Chenyi happened to sweep his gaze over, first freezing, and then wearing a look of pleasant surprise: "Classmate Shen, we meet again."

This public relations effort was the most dedicated one their college had ever made.

To get results as quickly as possible, they bypassed the local authorities and reported directly to the general headquarters.

Shen Xingchen turned his head back: "Oh, what a coincidence. How is Classmate Yeqiao doing lately?"

Zhang Chenyi's expression changed instantly.

As the team leader, he had actually let his college's strongest prodigy perish on the spot.

Matters concerning Yeqiao were the biggest failure of his life.

He clenched his fists and sneered: "Shen Xingchen, coming here at a time like this, you must have received a summons from the judicial bureau, right?"

Actually, he was quite surprised.

The efficiency of the Law Enforcement Bureau was actually this high; the documents had just been submitted, and Shen Xingchen had already been caught.

Shen Xingchen said very casually: "I'll just go in for a cup of tea and leave, please do as you wish."

Zhang Chenyi said disdainfully: "You still want to leave after entering this place? Do you think this is your home?"

Shen Xingchen lost interest and continued walking toward the building.

At this moment.

The security personnel at the door intercepted them.

Zhang Chenyi hurried forward and spoke first: "We are the public relations department of Xinghai Martial Arts. An unlawful element suddenly committed murder on the competition arena, and we want to file a lawsuit. Please let us in."

Finished speaking, he gave Shen Xingchen a provocative glance, as if he had already got Shen Xingchen in the palm of his hand.

"Identification," the security personnel said.

Zhang Chenyi submitted the proofs of identity one by one.

Within a few minutes, everything was verified.

The security personnel cleared the path: "Please enter."

Zhang Chenyi glanced at Shen Xingchen: "We'll see each other in a bit!"

After saying that, he led the team and walked quickly toward the registration hall, evidently unable to wait any longer.

The security personnel finally looked at the lone Shen Xingchen: "Please show your relevant identification."

Shen Xingchen took out a gold-inlaid jade plaque from the gilded bracelet, with an elegant character "Xue" carved right in the center.

The security personnel initially didn't know what it meant.

Until he picked up the jade plaque and inspected it carefully, his lips trembling slightly: "The Xue Token?"

"Can I go in now?" Shen Xingchen asked.

The security personnel's demeanor instantly became respectful, and he bowed: "I will take you to Deputy Bureau Chief Xue!"

Shen Xingchen sighed inwardly: Old Man Xue really has a lot of prestige in front of outsiders!

...

Seeing Shen Xingchen being led away by someone.

A mocking smile hung on the corner of Zhang Chenyi's mouth: "Hmph, this is only just beginning!"

The direction Shen Xingchen went was clearly different from theirs; he was definitely being given special treatment.

In a place like this, being given special treatment could hardly be anything good!

...

Shen Xingchen followed the security personnel up the stairs, walked past a few corners, and arrived at the door of an office.

The office door was open.

Shen Xingchen spotted his teacher at a glance.

Xue Hezai was leaning back in his chair, flipping through a scroll.

The security personnel politely signaled that Shen Xingchen could enter.

Shen Xingchen knocked on the door just as properly.

In front of outsiders, Shen Xingchen would still give Old Man Xue plenty of face.

Seeing Shen Xingchen, Xue Hezai first let out a surprised sound, then calmly said: "Come in."

The security personnel took his leave.

Shen Xingchen paced into the office.

Xue Hezai seemed a bit guilty and quickly hid the scroll in his hand under the desk.

Shen Xingchen inadvertently caught a glimpse of the cover... Heaven-Extinguishing God-Slaying Slash.

He found it a bit funny.

Old Man Xue clearly cared a lot about the [Heaven-Extinguishing God-Slaying Slash].

Seeing that he could execute it that day, he was both envious and bitter.

Bitter that as a teacher, he actually lagged behind his own disciple in a certain martial skill...

Xue Hezai quickly recovered his calmness: "What do you want with me?"

Shen Xingchen was displeased: "Teacher, what kind of words are those? Can't I just come to care about your injuries?"

Xue Hezai rolled his eyes at Shen Xingchen: "I know you too well; every time you look for me, it's either because you've caused trouble or because your cultivation resources are running low."

Shen Xingchen felt a bit guilty.

Hey!

You didn't guess that, did you!

This time he both caused trouble and lacked cultivation resources...

He bit the bullet and said: "I just purely feel that Teacher's office air conditioner is nice and cool!"

Seeing Shen Xingchen's fierce-looking yet weak-spirited appearance, Xue Hezai understood everything crystal clear in his heart.

He purposely said again: "Since that's the case, I'm a bit busy, so sit on the side and cool off for a while."

Shen Xingchen froze.

Good grief, you old man, you aren't giving me any way out at all, are you!

He stopped pretending: "I need some spirit candle fruits."

When Old Man Xue took him on as a disciple, he promised nicely that my cultivation resources wouldn't be lacking.

At such an age, you can't go back on your words!

Xue Hezai turned his head away, feeling secretly thrilled deep down.

If Shen Xingchen could cultivate very well without needing him, what would be the meaning of his existence as a teacher?

He pretended to be very casual and said: "spirit candle fruits, huh? I seem to have heard of them somewhere before; I'll keep an eye out for them for you."

Shen Xingchen smiled with satisfaction: "Thank you, old man... Teacher."

Xue Hezai glared at Shen Xingchen impatiently: "Is there anything else?"

Shen Xingchen: "It's just... there's still a teensy-weensy little problem."

Just as his voice trailed off.

Ring, ring—

The phone on the desk rang.

Xue Hezai glanced at the number, made a "shh" gesture at Shen Xingchen, and answered the call.

Shen Xingchen had no choice but to sit on the sofa and wait.

It was obvious that the news Xue Hezai received was very important, and his expression gradually turned solemn.

A few minutes later, the call ended.

Xue Hezai grabbed some important documents and hurriedly said to Shen Xingchen: "I'm heading out to handle some matters, sit here for a bit."

After saying that, Xue Hezai left.

Shen Xingchen muttered to himself: The old man is unreliable.

Then he sat in Xue Hezai's chair and casually flipped through the documents.

Finally, he took out the [Heaven-Extinguishing God-Slaying Slash] to review it.

As the saying goes, reviewing the old provides a new understanding!

Just when Shen Xingchen was feeling bored out of his mind.

Voices of several people suddenly came from outside the door.

A woman's voice: "Teacher Zhang, you can't be like this. You have to go through the proper procedures!"

A man said: "The prodigy disciple of our college was murdered, on what grounds can I not file a case?"

A woman's voice: "We've all watched the video recording of the match. It was Classmate Yeqiao who struck to kill first, and Classmate Shen was only acting in self-defense!"

A man said: "Do you think I have no connections in the bureau? I want to see your senior management!"

The speaking voices were getting closer and closer.

Shen Xingchen could tell that the male voice was Zhang Chenyi, whom he had met at the door earlier.

It looked like.

That woman simply couldn't stop Zhang Chenyi.

Knock, knock—

The sound of knocking rang out.

Shen Xingchen wore a peculiar expression.

He rummaged around, found a pair of reading glasses, and put them on.

Then he draped Old Man Xue's administrative jacket—which had been left on the chair—over his shoulders.

Finally, lowering his voice, he said: "Please come in!"