[Restart Volume] Chapter 225: The Legendary Man!

Mo Xing glanced at him; Li Qingchi must be referring to something akin to a prison cell.

Nearby, soldiers escorted Li Qingchi forward. President Zhang and Mo Xing supported the severely injured Mian Hua, with Captain Huo stepping in to assist as well. In this fashion, the group made their way to the main entrance of the Divine Weapon Tower.

Mo Xing noticed many carriages parked outside, equipped with searchlights and emitting a low rumble—these, he surmised, must be the "police cars" of this otherworldly realm.

Beyond that, many soldiers were busy with their tasks—some stood at high vantage points directing operations, others scurried about with tools, and some were busy setting up roadblocks and caution tape along the perimeter. When he had first arrived, the place had been deserted, but now it was cordoned off as a crime scene.

A light rain fell through the night sky. Mo Xing and President Zhang settled Mian Hua into a carriage, preparing to head to the university infirmary together. After exchanging farewells with the others, Captain Huo rushed off to assist the remaining soldiers with the scene.

Mo Xing thought to himself that today had truly been an extraordinary day. After experiencing so much—completing a written exam in the classroom, finishing the individual and team competitions in the arena, visiting Shi Yan at the hospital, and just moments ago, assisting in solving a case within the Divine Weapon Tower.

"Clatter—"

Mo Xing snapped back to reality, realizing the carriage beside him had already departed, with Li Qingchi imprisoned inside a cage. According to Captain Huo, the cage was specially designed with the unique ability to suppress the power of the Dragon God, so there was no fear of Li Qingchi breaking out—especially with over a dozen soldiers of the Honglan-rank guarding the transport.

"Mo Xing, please sign here," President Zhang said, tapping Mo Xing on the shoulder.

"Th-this is?" Mo Xing asked, seeing a document folder extended toward him.

"The case file and confirmation form for this mission. Read through it, sign your name, and submit it to the university. You'll receive academic credits and a scholarship for this," President Zhang explained.

"I see..." Mo Xing took the folder, opened it, and flipped through a few pages. As he scanned the keywords, his expression suddenly shifted; his pupils dilated, revealing a faint glint of blue.

"This is the complete, authentic version of the A-rank mission file, the only one of its kind. It contains information not found in the standard version, including Li Qingchi's personal dossier."

Mo Xing remained silent for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. He couldn't help but marvel at how small the world was; a few lines in the document seized his entire focus:

"Li Qingchi's immediate family records—"

"Li Xiangcao (Sister)"

"Oh my god! Li... Li Qingchi and Li Xiangcao are siblings?"

Mo Xing stared at the text, his hand trembling. He simply could not believe it.

He recalled Li Xiangcao: that morning, she had caused a roar of laughter by arriving late to the theory exam, appearing like a shy, unlucky soul. At noon, she had been as happy as a little sparrow when she got his autograph. During the evening's team competition, she had spoken so much to encourage him; it was clear she was a genuine fan.

Overall—she was a lovely girl!

Yet her brother, Li Qingchi, had defected to the Dark Sect in pursuit of power, participated in developing forbidden drugs, kidnapped Brother Mian Hua as a test subject, and even poisoned Shi Yan!

He was nothing short of a monster!

How could the gap between siblings be so vast?

Mo Xing clearly remembered Li Xiangcao saying her brother would come to pick her up, yet she had waited in vain. After what had happened, it seemed Li Xiangcao's brother, Li Qingchi, would likely never have the chance to pick her up again.

"Some villains have feelings, too."

Mo Xing turned around to find President Zhang recording notes in a thick notebook, chatting with him as he worked.

"However, they touched the bottom line of morality and endangered others and society. Even if he wears the cloak of emotion, he cannot escape the sanctions of the law."

After saying this, President Zhang closed his notebook and turned to Mo Xing. "Yesterday is over; now, it is a brand new day."

"Huh?" Mo Xing was momentarily bewildered. Just then, the heavy toll of a bell echoed from afar—it was midnight. It was indeed a new day, and the carriage Mo Xing was in began its journey to the infirmary.

"Come to think of it, President Zhang, how are you so incredible? You calculate everything down to the second, even knowing exactly when the campus security team would arrive!"

"And at that moment, I had just run over, and you had already defeated Li Qingchi! That was only two minutes later!"

"And what was that move of yours? You actually melted the reinforced walls of the Divine Weapon Tower! That was magical!"

"Stop! You have quite a few questions," President Zhang said, holding up a hand. Faced with Mo Xing’s barrage of inquiries, anyone would feel annoyed.

"Uh... alright." Mo Xing quickly shut his mouth. He was indeed like a curious ghost, needing to get to the bottom of everything.

"I heard from others that you were a rather shy boy who stuttered a bit. I didn't expect you to have the attributes of a 'curious ghost' as well," President Zhang smiled.

"Uh, who said I was shy?" Mo Xing asked, puzzled.

"She met you twice. The first time, she even saved you from a pack of reporters," President Zhang replied.

"Oh! You mean that super-strong heroine in black! It seems the 'big shots' all know each other!" Mo Xing realized with a start, recalling how he had been surrounded by wolfish reporters in the teaching building lobby.

"She goes by the codename Lemon. Do you know her real name, Master?" Mo Xing asked.

"Her name is Xia Ningxin," President Zhang said calmly.

"Xia Ningxin? That name sounds so familiar." Mo Xing propped his chin on his hand, pondering. Had Brother Chen Anye mentioned it? Or maybe Brother Cai Hong? Or perhaps Brother Mian Hua? But that guy was still unconscious, so there was no asking him.

"Holy cow! Xia... Xia Ningxin?"

Mo Xing suddenly dawned on the truth. She was the daughter of the richest man in Aslant, a prodigy at the sixth stage of the Honglan-rank, the cold-faced queen known as the campus beauty!

The black-clad heroine and Xia Ningxin were the same person!

"Then... President Zhang, what is your full name?" Mo Xing asked. The cold-faced queen Xia Ningxin rarely spoke more than three sentences to anyone, except for that one person.

Since the President Zhang before him had chatted so much with Xia Ningxin, did that mean—

"Me? I am Zhang Zhihao," President Zhang smiled slightly. "And I am also your roommate."

*Holy crap?* It really was Zhang Zhihao! The prodigy who reached the second stage of the Honglan-rank upon enrollment! The President of the Saint Sky Royal Academy Student Council! The master who took down the monster Li Qingchi in two minutes! More importantly—he was his roommate!

"Mo Xing, I look forward to working with you," Zhang Zhihao said politely, extending his hand.

"Y-yes, likewise." Mo Xing hurriedly shook his hand, thinking to himself, *What have I done to deserve this honor? Who am I to 'work with' a master like you?* Heaven was truly cruel! Receiving so much explosive news in one night—that Li Qingchi and Li Xiangcao were siblings, that the heroine and Xia Ningxin were the same person, and that the master was his roommate!

His poor little heart couldn't take it!

"Why is your hand shaking?" Zhang Zhihao chuckled.

"N-no reason, I'm just too excited to have you as a roommate!" Mo Xing quickly explained, even though his hand was indeed trembling violently.

"Master Zhang, your battle plan was truly brilliant. Everything was calculated; it was absolutely flawless!" Mo Xing praised.

"There is no such thing as a perfect plan. In fact, many uncontrollable factors appeared during this operation," Zhang Zhihao said.

"For example?" Mo Xing asked.

"You," Zhang Zhihao pointed at Mo Xing. "You were the biggest uncontrollable factor."

"Me? Why?" Mo Xing scratched his head.

"You weren't originally in the plan; you were forcibly added," Zhang Zhihao said.

"Oh? So I was a substitute?" Mo Xing said. "That must be what you mean!"

"Not exactly. Originally, this mission was meant to be handled by me alone, but a third party intervened."

...

Two hours earlier, at the infirmary.

Chen Anye and Dr. Bai were locked in a standoff.

Three orbs of different colors floated beside Dr. Bai, and a cyan hexagram array emerged beneath his feet.

"Young man, I’d like to see who is teaching whom a lesson!" Dr. Bai laughed.

"Heh, if Dr. Bai isn't afraid of me destroying this room, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Chen Anye released his heavy cannon weapon from his "Titan Ring."

"Public property should be cherished, you know."

Dr. Bai reached into the air and snapped his fingers sharply. The entire room transformed into a barrier of only black, white, and gray.

"Eternal Night!"

One of the mid-level skills for a healer: creating a void barrier based on the surrounding environment so that combat within does not damage real-world objects. The higher the healer's level, the longer the barrier persists and the stronger its resilience.

"Interesting."

Chen Anye unleashed his "Light-Gathering Cannon," firing a high-energy laser beam forward. Dr. Bai dodged quickly, while a nearby wooden table was pierced through by the beam.

"Magnetic Storm Attack!"

Chen Anye unleashed magnetic force, trying to pull Dr. Bai in for a fatal blow! Unlike other professions, a healer was primarily a support class, usually only capable of providing buffs to teammates; they were useless in one-on-one combat. Their career paths were mostly centered on being doctors or going to competition sites to repair damaged arenas and heal injured contestants.

Even if he were at the Honglan-rank, Chen Anye figured dealing with a healer would be a piece of cake.

"Your aim is truly lacking!" Dr. Bai snapped his fingers again, turning effortlessly and teleporting to another spot.

"Th-this is impossible!" Chen Anye was shocked. In his experience, healers shouldn't have such teleportation skills!

"Don't be so surprised," Dr. Bai smiled. "There are always exceptions."

"As long as I wish it, you will never be able to touch me."