Chapter Seventy-Eight: Judgment

As soon as the sky was bright, Qin Wu woke up again.

Liu Yueru and the three of them immediately surrounded Qin Wu, and at this time, Qin Wu's hands and legs were locked by hard alloy chains, but there was still a possibility of escaping.

However, Qin Wu remained motionless, and seemed to have no idea of escaping at all.

"Is there anything you'd like to say right now?" Liu Yueru asked.

Qin Wu didn't seem to hear it, just looked at the ceiling with dull eyes.

"Are you hungry, I'll get you something to eat." After a moment of silence, Liu Yueru continued.

However, Qin Wu still didn't have any reaction.

"Hey!" Seeing this, everyone shook their heads.

They still have some sympathy for this sensational young genius in the adjudication department, but the facts can't be changed, and they can't help much.

"Do you want to inform Cao Feng?" Zhou Sheng said.

"Wait for Minister Zhao to come!" Liu Yueru thought for a while.

Near noon, a plane landed on the tarmac of the Jiangzhou Martial Arts Association, and a middle-aged man slowly walked out of the aircraft.

This price aircraft is not a small flying machine, but a medium-sized aircraft that can carry hundreds of people, and its price is at least billions.

This middle-aged man has an extraordinary temperament, his eyes are like electricity, and he is obviously a powerful martial artist.

"Minister Zhao!" Cao Feng, who had been waiting here for a long time, immediately stepped forward and said enthusiastically.

It turned out that this middle-aged man was Zhao Shouguang, the deputy director of the Huaxia Adjudication Branch.

"Xiaofeng, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your strength is a lot stronger!" Zhao Shouguang smiled.

"My little cultivation is not worth mentioning compared to Minister Zhao." Cao Feng said uncharacteristically modestly.

"Hey, we're getting old, and we're limited in our improvement, and it's up to you young people in the future." Zhao Shouguang shook his head and said.

"Why, you are always my role model, I can't catch up in my life!" Cao Feng shook his head again and again.

Cao Feng is also in his fifties, and he seems to be the same age as Zhao Shouguang in front of him, but he is very respectful in front of Zhao Shouguang and looks very strange.

After a few words of greeting, Cao Feng beckoned Zhao Shouguang to his office.

After Zhao Shouguang sat down, Cao Feng immediately made him a pot of tea.

"Hey, it's actually the leaves of the ancient god tree, you kid can enjoy it." Zhao Shouguang's nose moved, and he said in surprise.

"I usually don't want to drink it, but the arrival of a VIP like Minister Zhao naturally can't be hidden." Cao Feng smiled.

"Oh!"

Zhao Shouguang didn't ink when he heard this, and poured the teapot into his mouth regardless of the hot tea.

If ordinary people drink like this, they will inevitably be burned, but Zhao Shouguang has nothing abnormal, it seems that he just drank a cup of cold white water.

He drank the tea from the teapot in one gulp and closed his eyes, revealing an intoxicated expression.

Cao Feng's face was a little ugly when he saw this, but he still sat quietly and didn't dare to disturb.

"Hey, this taste is really memorable, Xiaofeng, you broke the bank!" After a while, Zhao Shouguang opened his eyes and sighed.

"Oh, it should, it should!" Cao Feng hurriedly shook his head and said.

Although he didn't care about it, his heart kept dripping blood.

This piece of ancient god leaf was obtained by him at a huge cost, and he wanted to have a cup with Zhao Shouguang, but he didn't expect to be drunk directly by him alone.

That's it, but the ancient god leaves can be repeated many times, he didn't expect to be swallowed directly by Zhao Shouguang, it was a tyrannical thing.

"Alright, since you're here, let's start the trial!" Zhao Shouguang stood up and said.

"Yes, but Minister Zhao, I want to hold a public trial in the hall this time, see if it's okay." Cao Yu said cautiously.

"Oh, trouble, but since you spoke, so be it!" Zhao Shouguang frowned and said.

"Thank you, Minister Zhao, you wait a while, I'll arrange it." Cao Feng nodded and left the office immediately.

A table in the restaurant of the Jiangzhou Martial Arts Association is filled with dozens of exquisite dishes.

An old man at the table was feasting, a bit like he hadn't eaten in a few days.

"Hey, it's not to taste at all!" After eating, the old man wiped his mouth and said dissatisfied.

"Well, it's not delicious, and you still eat so much!" The service staff on the side rolled his eyes when he heard this, and said secretly in his heart.

"Hey, you don't seem to agree much!" The old man looked at the waiter and frowned.

"We have carefully selected expensive ingredients here, and the chefs are also master-level." The waiter explained.

"Cut, you know what, the ingredients here are cheap garbage!" Zhu Lao said disdainfully.

"Uh, okay!" The waiter could only nod helplessly when he heard this.

The price of this table of dishes alone costs tens of thousands, which is enough for the daily salary of ordinary people, plus the master's cooking, it is not necessary to eat if you have money outside.

The waiter was a little unconvinced, although this old man looked sloppy, but if he could eat here, he must be a martial artist.

He's just an ordinary person, and if he offends a martial artist, he's likely to lose his job.

After all, being a waiter here has a high salary and good salary, but he has a lot of connections and spent a lot of money to come in.

"Hehe, you're still not convinced? But this is not to blame you, after all, your knowledge is limited, in Simon Star, some rare beast meat is a million pounds a lot, and this is not the most expensive! ”

"The more expensive angel heart is a billion, that taste is really nostalgic!" The old man sighed.

"Billion?" The waiter's face was shocked.

Not to mention, he had never even heard of such a thing, and it seemed that the old man in front of him had eaten it.

"Hey, you're full, go to bed!" The old man ignored the waiter and stood up to return to the warrior's house.

Just then, a radio voice suddenly rang out.

"Qin Wu, the martial artist of the Jiangzhou Martial Arts Association, has disregarded the law and committed murder, and is about to be tried in the No. 1 hall, please go immediately, learn a lesson, and discipline yourself strictly."

"What?" Zhu Lao's face changed and stopped.

"No way, how could this kid do such a thing! No, let's go check it out! Old Zhu's figure disappeared into the restaurant in a flash.

"So fast!"

The waiter on the side was startled and almost thought he was dazzled.

The martial artists of the Martial Arts Association obviously also heard this broadcast, and they all showed surprise.

After all, public trials are very rare, and only the most heinous criminals can enjoy the treatment.

"Haha, I said that Qin Wu committed a big crime, you still don't believe it!" Zheng Ming suddenly laughed.

When he revealed the news, everyone didn't believe it, and at this time there was a feeling of arrogance.

"Hmph, even if Qin Wu commits a crime, it doesn't mean that he killed Cao Yu, Cao Yu is a second-level warrior, and it is ridiculous to die at the hands of a new martial artist!" A warrior questioned.

Several martial artists beside him also nodded in agreement.

"Huh!" Zheng Ming sneered, ignored the crowd, and turned around and walked towards the hall.

"Is it true?" Several martial artists couldn't help but be a little suspicious when they saw Zheng Ming's confident expression.

"Don't guess, just take a look!" A warrior spoke.

"Yes!"

The crowd also walked towards the hall.