Chapter 96 - 6 Master Heifan

Chapter 96: Chapter 6 Master Heifan

Editor: Noodletown Translations

The fat man hidden among the crowd outside quickly spotted Mu Fan, surrounded by a group of patrol officers.

The patrol officers held the luggage bag, while Mu Fan remained calm. His gaze swept across and noticed the fat man hiding anxiously to the side. Mu Fan gave a slight nod, indicating that he was fine.

The fat man noticed Mu Fan’s gesture and discreetly withdrew from the crowd, deciding to find out where the nearby police station was and wait there for Mu Fan. Killing someone just like that in a bar, especially a minor leader of the Mountain Mist Association, in Purple Jade Star no less, might not end well.

“Mu Fan, your identity has been arranged. You are here as the invited Martial Path Master Hei Fan, who mistakenly entered the bar and was maliciously attacked first, it was only self-defense. You just need to stick to this identity, I’ve already infiltrated the police station’s internal network.” Black’s voice came through the earpiece, providing Mu Fan with confidence, as Black, like the fat man, had never let him down.

The surrounding patrol officers eyed Mu Fan, who stood calmly surrounded in the middle, with guarded caution. They had just witnessed the scene, the half-corpse on the floor had been confirmed as Ye Long, a minor leader of the Mountain Mist Association, and the secret manager of Kingfisher Bar. The police had always had records.

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But for such a ruthless person to be easily killed on his own turf by a youngster, and looking at Mu Fan’s indifferent demeanor now, these patrol officers could tell he was definitely a formidable individual.

This might be difficult to explain, the Mountain Mist Association also had intricate connections with some people inside the Purple Jade Star government, and this matter might soon be relayed to the relevant parties through various channels.

The police station in District D wasn’t far from the Kingfisher Bar, Mu Fan arrived in just over ten minutes by floating car. Then, surrounded by a group of armed police officers, he walked in.

“Beep beep, communication device detected.” As Mu Fan passed through the security check gate, his bone conduction earpiece was recognized by the machine and removed; from now on Black could no longer assist him directly.

He subtly glanced at his wrist, surprisingly, the material of the watch didn’t trigger an alarm.

Mu Fan was taken into a solitary all-metal room, the hydraulic door closed. This was District D’s highest level interrogation room, with metal all around and beneath able to withstand several minutes of heavy fire bombardment.

Opposite Mu Fan was a mirror, and Mu Fan sitting on the chair saw his reflection.

Behind the mirror were three people in police uniforms observing the situation inside.

“Hello, due to an informant’s report, you are involved in an intentional homicide case, so please cooperate with the police investigation.” A voice came from the corner, where there were distributed audio sources.

Mu Fan nodded, indicating he understood. He could sense being watched from behind this mirror.

“Name?”

“Hei…Fan.” Following Black’s indication, Mu Fan uttered this name, wondering why he had to use the surname Hei, the intelligent lifeform was truly narcissistic.

“Gender?”

Mu Fan directly ignored this topic, he didn’t want to speak.

“Why did you kill Ye Long?”

“Malicious attack first, justified self-defense.” Mu Fan calmly replied, having been instructed by Black to adhere to the predetermined explanation.

“May I ask what Mr. Hei Fan’s purpose is in coming to Purple Jade Star? We suspect you have an abnormal motive.” The police voice paused for a moment, then continued.

“Martial Path exchange.” Mu Fan closed his eyes and said four words.

“Martial Path exchange? May I ask what Mr. Hei Fan’s professional identity is?” The inquirer’s voice showed some doubt. Martial Path exchange, indeed some celebrity fighters would exchange between various planets.

“Fighter.” He couldn’t claim to be a Martial Path Master, could he? After some thought, Mu Fan gave this word.

“Please wait a moment.” The police indicated to pause for a while.

Behind the mirror, the three policemen quickly started to search for Mu Fan’s related identity; the luggage bag Mu Fan carried was also opened and examined.

“Training clothes, fighting gear… a pair of new shoes, so simple? Uh, here’s a light computer helmet… and here, an interstellar customs identity card.” A policeman rummaged through Mu Fan’s luggage, finding a black metallic card with the Federation Customs emblem, an identity card that anyone embarking on interstellar travel would carry.

“Check it at once.” The slightly older policeman among the three spoke, appearing to be the interrogation room’s leader.

The policeman inserted the identity card into the police station’s identity verifier beside him; a green light quickly lit up after a beep, and soon a line of data unfolded on the screen.

“Hei Fan, male, 20 years old, from Blue Capital Star, Galaxy Federation Fighting Association certified A-level fighter. Interstellar customs information record: arrived at Purple Jade Star on Federation Calendar year 276, June 7th, invited by Dingchuan Academy… to participate in the Army Reserve special recruitment assessment?” The policeman gazed incredulously at this data. If it weren’t for several official certification marks across the data, he would’ve thought he was reading a story.

A 20-year-old A-level fighter, isn’t that a Martial Path Master? Such a young Martial Path Master!? The Federation Fighting Association classified fighters into D, C, B, A, S levels, and an A-level fighter meant a person was capable of independently opening a gym on a planet and mastering three or more A-level fighting skills.

Besides, if such a person didn’t use mechanical armed force, it implied… he could instantly kill anyone around whose strength wasn’t higher than his.

Such talent was a treasure on any planet, enjoying immunity rights prescribed within the Federation government’s regulations. Imagining the scene earlier where a group of heavily armed officers surrounded such a Martial Path Master with gun points directed at him, cold sweat began to pour down the policeman’s back without restraint.

If this Martial Path Master named Hei Fan had felt rebellious, probably that squad would have been slaughtered the moment they entered the bar.

“Captain, what do you think…”

All three were stunned by Mu Fan’s data, verify again?

“Ring ring ring,” suddenly the police station’s Sky Communication buzzed loudly, and the senior-most policeman quickly answered.

“Is it true that you’ve detained a Martial Path Master?” A questioning voice came through directly, yet no one dared to move extra. It was the voice of the police chief.

“The Blue Capital Star from the fourth administrative district government just notified me, requesting the immediate release of their Martial Path Master! What on earth did you do? Did you eat a leopard’s gall to dare detain a Martial Path Master, and yet he hasn’t killed you all!” An earful of scolding ended, and the chief hung up amidst a string of curses.

The three exchanged knowing glances, realizing that Ye Long at Kingfisher Bar had died in vain when faced with such a formidable background across the way.

Compared to an underground force’s fourth-tier minor leader, a planet’s Martial Path Master surely the Mountain Mist Association wouldn’t back you up, condolences. They reached this thought simultaneously and hurriedly got up to open the interrogation room’s hydraulic door.

Joking aside, if they waited any longer, they might end up in there too.

Mu Fan, sitting with closed eyes, suddenly felt a vibration on his wrist, then opened his eyes just in time to see the officers who entered smiling, saying, “Master Hei Fan, it was a misunderstanding, thank you for cooperating with our Purple Jade Star police force. We’ll escort you out now.”

A hint of a smile appeared on Mu Fan’s face as he stretched his handcuffed hands and exerted force.

The officers then stared dumbfounded as they saw the police’s specialized interrogation handcuffs gradually deform in Mu Fan’s hands, crushed into a ball and tossed onto the table by this rather young Martial Path Master.

Gulp! The three swallowed hard simultaneously, their hearts filled with gratitude, realizing all along they had been playing with the real deal, luckily they hadn’t angered this death god.

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