Chapter 126: Chapter 111: A New Identity, Pleasant Cooperation

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is disconnected…”

Hmm?

Zhang Fusheng frowned; his father’s phone couldn’t be reached.

He called his mom, but it was also a disconnected number.

He slapped his head, suddenly remembering.

His dad was a ’Night Watchman’.

When a Night Watchman moves to a new city and takes root in a new Lower Three Districts, they update their identity files…

The name might not change, but the previous records and other information would all be replaced with new ones.

Phones, naturally, are also changed altogether.

It’s a kind of optional security measure.

“Lin Dongxi, that guy, who knows where he is now; he probably left the Wait Zone long ago, otherwise…”

He thought as he handed the phone back to Liu Cuihua with a word of thanks.

“Is that the Wait Zone ahead?”

Zhang Fusheng curiously looked into the distance, vaguely spotting the legendary ’Wait Zone’, which was actually a small city.

After all, once entering the Wait Zone, you need to stay for three days before transferring to other cities,

And the Wait Zone is the hub of the entire Golden Province, with a large flow of people, so naturally, a city area gradually developed over time.

Of course, it’s basically a place without a permanent population.

Liu Cuihua nodded lightly:

“Yes, that’s the Wait Zone up ahead. By the way, are you smuggling?”

The old butler frowned too:

“Young man, it seems like it’s your first time coming to the Wait Zone…”

“Traveling from the Wait Zone to other cities requires an identity check.”

He reminded:

“And undergoes a three-day review to prevent cultists from wandering about. Do you have a Level 2 pass?”

“I suppose… I do?”

Zhang Fusheng said somewhat uncertainly.

He did have one originally,

But then again.

The Investigation Bureau, since they even abandoned or ’silenced’ those task force members,

For someone like him coming from Jiangzhou…..

Zhang Fusheng scratched his head and said:

“I got the Level 2 pass in Jiangzhou, and initially bought a ticket to the Wait Zone, but then an incident happened, and I missed the flight.”

He explained:

“After escaping from Jiangzhou, I really had no other choice and came up by smuggling… I don’t know if the Level 2 pass is still valid.”

Liu Cuihua lifted her phone:

“It’s not a big deal, let me check for you, you remember your ID number, right?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Zhang Fusheng nodded, watching the girl dial a number.

“Hello, Uncle Chen, it’s me, Cuihua…”

“I know, I know, I’ll be back soon. Don’t listen to my dad. By the way, I wanted to ask Uncle Chen to help me check on someone.”

“Yeah, right, his name is Zhang Fusheng, and his ID number is…”

A brief mumbling.

After a while.

Liu Cuihua hung up her phone, frowning:

“I checked. Jiangzhou resident, listed as deceased, the recorded cause of death is from the Jiangzhou cult incident.”

She comforted:

“It’s not a big deal. Later, once you’re in the Wait Zone, you can apply to restore your identity. As for the smuggling problem, the Investigation Bureau will review it for a while, but since you have a Level 2 pass, it should be fine.”

“Deceased status…”

Zhang Fusheng squinted slightly, unsure of what would happen if he went to reapply for his identity.

Maybe nothing, but more likely, the Investigation Bureau would silence them as well.

If the truth of the Jiangzhou incident were exposed, it would be a total scandal…

Things have gotten a bit troublesome.

He suddenly curiously asked:

“I noticed you checked the identity information quite easily… what does your family do?”

Liu Cuihua didn’t hide it, replying frankly:

“My dad is the Deputy Director of the Public Security Headquarters in Chongyang City.”

Oh?

A deputy director of a medium-sized city’s headquarters?

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes lit up; getting a new identity should be simple then, right?

As long as it’s not using his original identity information, the Investigation Bureau wouldn’t pay attention to a ’small figure’ like him.

But why would the other side help him for no reason?

Um?

Threaten?

Zhang Fusheng scratched his head; he couldn’t bring himself to be ungrateful to someone who helped him.

“Alright, we’ll talk once we reach the Wait Zone.” The old butler said casually, “Once we reach the Wait Zone…”

Zhang Fusheng and the old butler both frowned, the former didn’t make any move, while the latter sharply pulled Liu Cuihua away.

The next second, a small pit exploded right where she had been standing!

“Bounty Hunter??”

The old butler’s face changed, instantly looking towards the distant Wait Zone — it was too late to run there!

Outside the Wait Zone, it’s a lawless area.

Liu Cuihua, still shaken:

“Bounty Hunter??”

“Yes.”

The old butler’s face was grim:

“They went straight for the kill… Wang Tianlong’s retaliation has come; the master has been investigating him lately.”

The other party must have their own intelligence, indicating that these Hunter Squads can handle even an Eleventh Refinement martial artist.

He grabbed the young miss and the boy named Zhang Fusheng, turning to flee while several Hunter Squads pursued relentlessly.

Zhang Fusheng seemed thoughtful and did not choose to make a move immediately — the opportunity, here it was!

“Something’s wrong.”

While fleeing, sweat appeared on the old butler’s forehead:

“There’s a Twelve Refinements martial artist… more than one!”

He unleashed his potential, with boundless strength erupting from his aged body, his skin, flesh, and bones exploding into a ball, madly fleeing toward the black market he had come from!!

Although the vendors in the black market were small fry, the black market boss was not ordinary.

There were rules against making a move in the black market.

Those Hunter Squads, although fast,

were still too close and hadn’t gone far. The old butler desperately erupted, dashing into the black market’s boundary just before those Great Martial Artists could catch up!

He panted heavily, sweat pouring like a waterfall, and nearly collapsed from exhaustion due to the overuse of power,

as several Hunter Squads screeched to a halt outside the black market.

“He ran pretty fast.”

A Hunter Captain spoke coldly:

“Brother Zhou, we want that girl, what do you say?”

In the black market, an old man puffing on a tobacco pipe strolled over:

“That’s not possible. Once inside the black market, no one is allowed to make a move — that’s the rule.”

The Hunter Captain’s face darkened:

“Brother Zhou, this person is someone that Boss Wang from Chongyang City personally named. Surely you recognize Boss Wang?”

“Who?” The old man said with a smile: “Never heard of him.”

The Hunter Captain seemed very apprehensive of this old fellow and said deeply:

“Boss Wang, Wang Tianlong, the third disciple of Chen Qiusheng.”

The old man’s expression tensed.

In the black market, Zhang Fusheng slightly lifted his head.

Chen Qiusheng?

He had heard Miss Mingyue mention this name; it was his Grandmaster whom he had never met.

Then this Wang Tianlong…..

is his senior brother?

He chuckled silently, what a coincidence…

Several Hunter Squads stood outside the black market, and the leading Hunter Captain continued:

“Brother Zhou, you are aware of Old Mr. Chen’s identity, right? Surely you don’t want to offend him?”

The old man took a puff from his pipe, paused for a moment:

“The rules are clear here. If I break them today, who will set up stalls here in the future? How will I earn my cut?”

The vendors and guests all looked at him.

The old man put down his pipe:

“However, I do have a rule, this is not a place to offer free protection. Guests need to leave once every hour.”

“Wait for an hour.”

The Hunter Squad captains exchanged glances, someone snorted:

“An hour…..fine.”

The old butler looked troubled, an hour? Even if they notified the master now, it would be impossible for him to arrive from Chongyang City in an hour!

This was trouble.

Big trouble.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and Liu Cuihua’s face turned slightly pale.

She was about to call her father.

Suddenly, the stowaway boy they had kindly saved from a pit spoke up:

“Let’s make a deal.”

The old butler and Liu Cuihua instinctively looked at the boy.

Zhang Fusheng said gently:

“Since Miss Liu’s father is the Deputy Director of Chongyang City, arranging a new identity for me should be no problem, right?”

He pointed to the Hunter Squads outside:

“I’ll help you kill them, and Director Liu gives me a new identity, how about it?”

The old butler was stunned, was this boy… crazy?

Even ’Brother Zhou’ and several vendors in the black market looked at him like a fool.

At this moment, Liu Cuihua’s call connected, and a middle-aged man’s voice came through:

“Baby, you finally decided to call your dad?”

Before Liu Cuihua could speak, Zhang Fusheng took the phone from her hand:

“Is this Director Liu?”

On the other side, the middle-aged man frowned:

“Who are you?”

“Here’s the situation…” Zhang Fusheng switched the call to a video call, pointing at the bounty hunters outside, and briefly explained the situation.

The middle-aged man’s face turned white when he heard this.

“Director Liu,” Zhang Fusheng patiently reiterated the deal, asking:

“You should be able to access my identity information; clean slate, only marked as deceased.”

He smiled and said:

“But I don’t want that identity back; I want a new one, what do you think?”

The middle-aged man didn’t answer, seemingly giving instructions or inquiries, then after a moment, he resumed speaking in a deep voice:

“You’re Zhang Fusheng, correct?”

“I reached out to several Hunter Squads; they’ll arrive in three hours. I also saw the identity file Old Chen just checked, and the photo is indeed you, there’s no problem.”

“I don’t know why you’re so confident.”

“But as long as you can hold them off for three hours, not only will I give you a new identity file, but even…”

Before he could finish.

Zhang Fusheng interrupted:

“So the deal is set? I like doing business with straightforward people.”

He handed the phone back to a dumbfounded Liu Cuihua, the camera still pointing at the Hunter Squad outside. The next second.

All the people in the black market, as well as the middle-aged man in the video call, saw the boy vanish from his spot.

In the distance, blood mists erupted one after another.

The middle-aged man, through the camera,

watched as the Hunter Captains at the Great Martial Artist level roared and raged, only to be shattered to pieces by that frail-looking boy.

seconds.

A total of 17 seconds.

Under the gaze of stunned eyes, Zhang Fusheng turned the last bounty hunter into minced meat, clapped his hands, and walked back with a smile.

He took the phone from the slack-jawed girl, turned the camera towards himself:

“Director Liu, a pleasure doing business?”

The middle-aged man in the video was dumbfounded.

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