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Chapter 413 Wushu Association Headquarters!

"investigation?"

Chen Muyu frowned, it was indeed what Qin Hong had said, and he probably didn't know how long he had been waiting here.

Qin Hong came over, "Little brother, is there any misunderstanding?"

Jia Tao cupped his hands at Qin Hong, "Don't worry senior, it's just to assist in the investigation. There are some things that the president wants to know personally from Mr. Chen..."

"Is it about the Jiang family?" Qin Hong was still worried.

Jia Tao smiled and did not deny it.

Chen Muyu was carefree, "Anyway, I'll be on my way back. I haven't been to the martial arts association yet, so I just need to go there!"

As he spoke, he was about to get on the bus, but Jia Tao stopped him, "Mr. Chen, this way!"

Pointing to a black Benz parked next to him, Jia Tao kept his figure very low.

After all, everyone in front of them is Shao'e, the boss of Qingshen, who has a high influence in Xichuan. Although he is a staff member of the Wuxi Association, he is just a soldier.

"What? Are you afraid that I will fail?"

Chen Muyu shrugged, "Just lead the way, and I will go to the martial arts association with you in the provincial capital!"

After talking, I got on the bus.

Jia Tao was a little embarrassed, but also helpless. Seeing that everyone got on the bus one after another, and the doors were closed, he could only say hello to his colleague, get back in the car, and drive in front to lead the way.

To assist in the investigation, Chen Muyu is of course willing to cooperate, but if he is taken back as a criminal, then he cannot accept it.

……

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provincial capital.

The headquarters of the Xichuan Martial Arts Association is in the fourth section of Xinghong Road.

The bus happened to be on the way and stopped at the intersection. Chen Muyu got off the bus alone, without taking anyone else with him.

Now that this situation happened, Qin Hong and the others were not in a hurry to go back to Shao'e Mountain, so they asked the bus driver to find a parking lot and park the car, and they were going to wait for Chen Muyu to talk about it. If there is any unexpected situation, they might still be able to help. I'm busy.

Anyway, Shao'e Mountain is also a veteran sect of Xichuan, and Li Yuanshan still has some relationship with him if he doesn't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face.

……

The Martial Arts Association didn't know the specific situation. Xu Meng was very worried just now in the car and wanted to follow, but Chen Muyu didn't bring anyone with him in the end.

Martial Arts Association, Xinghong Building.

Because it is an old town, the building is a bit old, but the decoration inside is still gorgeous.

The signboard is the Xichuan Provincial Martial Arts Association, which looks ordinary, but in fact, all the martial arts practitioners in the entire Xichuan realm, including strange and strange people, belong to this place.

It is difficult for ordinary people to come into contact with the profession of martial arts practitioners. Even many grassroots personnel working in the martial arts association do not know any martial arts. Almost all of them, such as administration and logistics, are recruited by the face-to-face society. The martial arts association has worked for many years, and they don't even know that there is such a thing as practicing martial arts.

In the eyes of the vast majority of ordinary people, this martial arts association building is not impressive at all.

The 13th floor, leadership office area.

It is difficult for ordinary people, including the employees of the Wushu Association, to come here if they do not have permission.

In the president's office, the voice was a little noisy, and it was unknown who was arguing with whom.

Behind the desk stood an old man, wearing casual clothes, six 70 years old, thin, with a slightly stooped back, and a few age spots on his face, which looked very conspicuous.

Ma Santong was sitting on that man's chair, drinking tea, not knowing which cup it was.

There were a few people sitting on the sofa, and Chen Muyu knew them all. One was the feng shui master named Luo Jiachang from Guning County, the other was the hot-tempered middle-aged hunk, and the third was a fat aunt who couldn't be named, but I have seen them all on Yaogu Peak.

They were all from the group of casual cultivators, and they looked a bit miserable, either with bandages on their bodies, or with bruised noses and swollen faces, as if they had just finished a bad battle.

There was an old man left, who was scolding these three people. Although this man was not wrapped in bandages, his face was still bruised and purple, and there were even a few claw marks.

The two sides were obviously at a stalemate, especially the fat aunt, who was swearing and swearing without repetition, and she was very domineering.

"Okay guys, stop arguing, something has already happened, we have to find a way to solve it, right? You can't solve the problem by cursing like this!"

Behind the desk, the old man finally couldn't help but speak when he heard the scolding from these people getting worse and worse.

Several people shut their mouths temporarily, at this moment, Jia Tao knocked on the door, just in time to bring Chen Muyu in.

Everyone's eyes turned immediately.

"Xiao Chen, you are here!"

As soon as Ma Santong put his cup down, he quickly stood up. From last night until now, he basically didn't close his eyes much. He only supported himself with a few cups of strong tea. He longed for this matter to be resolved quickly and go home to catch up on sleep.

Chen Muyu walked in.

Ma Santong quickly introduced each other to Chen Muyu and the thin old man next to him.

Fang Tianzheng, the president of the Xichuan Martial Arts Association, just reached the realm of refining virtual reality yesterday.

Sanxiu, 71 years old, is of the same generation as Lu Wanli and others, and one of the eight great masters in the Southwest.

Among the eight masters, Fang Tianzheng's realm has always been at the bottom. It's not that his aptitude is not good, but it's more because he also holds a position in the martial arts association and is involved in common affairs, so he can't be as focused as others.

It can be regarded as worthwhile!

This time when the energy of the earth was erupted, on the day of great fortune, Fang Tianzheng was able to break through to the realm of refining the void.

Fang Tianzheng looked Chen Muyu up and down, he had already heard about this young man who had entered the Yuanshen Realm at a young age.

Nodding his head slightly, he recognized him.

"You should have seen all of these people!" Ma Santong pointed to the people sitting on the sofa.

Chen Muyu looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the old man with a bruised nose and a swollen face. This old man looked somewhat similar to Jiang Congwu, but he was obviously not Jiang Congwu, because his head was not bald.

"This is Mr. Jiang Congwen from the Jiang family in Longmen Mountain!" Ma Santong introduced.

Chen Muyu had expected it earlier, so he just glanced at it and didn't say hello.

"Humph!"

Jiang Congwen snorted unhappily, "Why are you alone, Lu Wanli?"

The voice was raised several decibels, condescending, and it sounded like a curse.

Chen Muyu ignored him, walked to the sofa, and sat down next to Luo Jiachang, "President Ma, is there any water? I've been driving all the way, and I haven't even had a glass of water yet!"

Ma Santong laughed dryly when he heard the words, this kid made the atmosphere so embarrassing as soon as he came, did he not take Jiang Congwen seriously at all?

He took a paper cup and got a glass of water for Chen Muyu.

"Boy, I'm asking you, why didn't that fellow Lu Wanli come?" Jiang Congwen suppressed the fire and repeated it again.

This kid is a little too arrogant, he is a respectable senior anyway, so he ignores him?

(End of this chapter)