Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 156 - 62: Settling the Score

"It's me."

The masked man was surprisingly He Jiangdong, the deputy chief of the Public Security Bureau.

He was over forty but maintained himself well, with sharp eyes and smooth skin; no one would doubt he was just thirty.

"I didn't expect..."

Looking at Zheng Kuo, He Jiangdong spoke with a touch of admiration:

"A spoiled brat like you actually has some courage, I underestimated you."

To negotiate under the threat of a blade seems simple but not truly so; based on his experience, perhaps one in ten could manage it.

This pampered second-generation rich kid could pull it off.

It was indeed unexpected.

"However..."

"It doesn't matter anymore!"

He rotated the blade in his hand, slicing it back and forth in front of Zheng Kuo's eyes, saying:

"Now that you know who I am, you should know my methods. Whoever falls into my hands will behave obediently."

"Speak!"

He Jiangdong's eyes narrowed:

"Where is the necklace?"

"In... in the hands of a strange man." Zheng Kuo's throat moved, his eyes filled with fear; he had heard of the other's methods:

"I don't know who he is."

"Strange man?" He Jiangdong frowned:

"What's so strange about him?"

"He's... very strong." Zheng Kuo said:

"Moreover, he said you would come to find me, and I should cooperate with him to figure out who you are."

"Hm?"

He Jiangdong's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes suddenly flashed:

"Fang Zheng!"

"Pa!"

"Pa, Pa!"

The sharp sound of clapping came from behind; Fang Zheng, having removed his mask, stepped out from the darkness, branches cracking underfoot, with a knife handle faintly visible on his back.

He was covered in blood, but it all came from others.

The fresh scent of blood from a recent killing still lingered in the air, making the two people in the scene shiver all over, retreating instinctively.

"Impressive indeed, Chief He, right on the mark with your guess."

Fang Zheng lowered his hands, eyeing the opponent, speaking with a hint of admiration:

"No wonder Chief He said you'd never find the murderer who killed my friend, it turns out it was you, who catches themselves?"

"Heh..."

He shook his head lightly, looking speechless.

The murderer,

turned out to be the deputy chief of the Public Security Bureau?

This result was far beyond his expectations.

But thinking it over, there were many clues pointing to He Jiangdong.

However, he was not an expert in this field, not particularly smart, usually rushing headlong, subconsciously ignoring the signs.

"Stop!"

He Jiangdong shrunk his body, hiding behind Zheng Kuo, one hand pinching Zheng Kuo's neck, the other holding a blade to Zheng Kuo's temple:

"Take one more step and I'll kill him!"

"Really?"

Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged:

"Does Chief He think he can threaten me this way?"

While speaking, his steps didn't stop, moving step by step closer to the opponent, forcing He Jiangdong to pull Zheng Kuo back repeatedly.

"But..."

Fang Zheng tilted his head, eyes showing puzzlement:

"With Chief He's status and position, why do such a thing?"

"My status and position?" He Jiangdong grinned, his eyes turning complex:

"What status? What position?"

"Do you know how much my monthly salary is now?"

"Um..." Fang Zheng stroked his chin:

"How much?"

"Seven thousand!" He Jiangdong spat,:

"I'm a deputy chief at the Public Security Bureau, yet my monthly salary is only seven thousand, barely enough for the kid's milk powder by year's end!"

Seven thousand?

It's not exactly little.

But definitely not much.

In Qu City, skilled ceramic craftsmen easily earn over ten thousand a month, so seven thousand indeed isn't much.

"So..."

Fang Zheng pursed his lips:

"Don't you get good welfare benefits, like free medical care, housing subsidies, not that many places to spend money."

"Hmph!"

He Jiangdong snorted coldly:

"Every person I catch, even the slight leak from their finger is more than my annual salary, seeing this daily do you think I'd be content?"

"I have been wise since childhood, studied hard for years, and I believe my talents and efforts surpass most people, yet all I earn is scrap."

"Why?"

His eyes stretched wide, expression fierce:

"Those people, just due to strong connections, sit on millions in wealth, while I've toiled my whole life, unable to afford a house."

"He!"

Pointing at Zheng Kuo, He Jiangdong continued:

"No skills at all, yet due to his good birth, he inherits assets worth billions; do you feel that's fair?"

"Is the Zheng Family's money clean?"

"I understood this a long time ago: anything inheritable through bloodline is inherently immoral."

"But what can that change?"

"I've fought, but what has changed?"

Fang Zheng remained silent.

After a brief pause he said:

"I don't understand all these big truths; I only know you killed my friend, debts should be paid with money, murder with life, it's only fair."

"Foolish!"

He Jiangdong shouted angrily:

"Childish, friends are worthless, what have they given you? What do you owe them? It's just your one-sided wishful thinking."

"And... I can also be your friend!"

Saying so, his eyes lit up, said:

"With your martial arts and my position at the Public Security Bureau, if we join forces, wouldn't we get whatever we want?"

"Maybe." Fang Zheng shrugged:

"But definitely not in this life."

He had barely spoken when He Jiangdong abruptly pushed Zheng Kuo, turning around to flee.

Knowing he couldn't win in a fight, nor talk it out, staying alive took precedence, better to run away, handle the necklace matter later.

"Escape?"

Fang Zheng squinted:

"Can you really get away?"

"Swish!"

His figure flashed, speed as fast as a cheetah, darting suddenly.

The swiftness of his movements would make world champions sweat.

Hearing the sound, the fleeing He Jiangdong turned, terrified seeing Fang Zheng's speed, frantically throwing the blade in his hand backward.