Chapter 125 Cleaning Lu Mingfei sat in the interrogation room. There was silence all around him. The light in the room was cold. The pale beams of light shone vertically from the top of his head, shining on his calm face and making the shadow between his eyebrows even deeper. The surrounding walls and tables exuded a sense of oppression, but Lu Mingfei's expression remained calm. His hands were placed on the table, and the wooden sword had been taken away, but that invisible deterrent force still shrouded this narrow room. Although the police didn't say anything, their evasive gazes when they came in were enough to show that they were afraid of this young man. They could even faintly hear shouting from outside. "Release the Sword Master!" "Release the Sword Master!" These shouts came one after another like waves, passing through the thick walls and reaching Lu Mingfei's ears. The live broadcast last night can be said to have caused a complete sensation throughout Japan. The shouts came not only from Lu Mingfei's fanatical fans, but also from many ordinary people who had been oppressed by gangs. In last night's live broadcast, they saw a corner of the darkness being torn apart, and saw the once-invincible Sheqi Eight Clans being trampled under the feet of one person. The figure of Lu Mingfei standing alone in the middle of the street, holding a wooden sword and slashing away the darkness has become a totem and hero in the hearts of countless people. That night, many tearful messages appeared on the Internet. Those people on the Internet called him the "savior". It seemed that overnight, Lu Mingfei became a myth again. He was fearless in the live broadcast, and even the gangsters had to bow their heads and crawl on the ground. This ignited the flame of desire for justice and reckoning in everyone's heart. The door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open, and a policeman in a suit walked in. He walked with heavy steps and his face looked unhappy. It was obvious that what happened last night caught the entire police system off guard. "Gen Yusuke." The policeman said in a deep voice, casually flipping through the documents on the table, with a complex emotion in his eyes. He really couldn't imagine that this man alone defeated thousands of gangsters easily last night, like an epic battle. "The people outside are shouting for you. They call you 'Sword Master.'" The police snorted. "Do you understand your current situation?"
Lu Mingfei raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water. He did not speak, but just listened quietly to the increasingly loud shouts outside, the rhythm of which seemed to break through the walls of the police station and flow directly into this closed interrogation room. "You know what? Your behavior last night has attracted nationwide attention." The police slammed the documents in his hand on the table, as if to break Lu Mingfei's silence. "Your current situation is very complicated. Not only the underworld, but even the government is paying close attention to you. Who are you? There are some problems with your identity information. We spent a long time investigating you. All the information in your file is forged." "After such a big incident, do you think you can still keep your status as a member of the House of Representatives?" The corners of Lu Mingfei's mouth curled up slightly with a faint smile, "What you should care about is not who I am." His voice was low, but with an oppressive feeling that could not be ignored, "but how you should face the coming storm." The policeman frowned, not understanding what he meant. "Everything that happened last night was just the beginning." Lu Mingfei leaned back in his chair, looking calm, as if this interrogation room did not exist for him. "The darkness of this world has been left unsolved for too long. Now is the time." The shouting outside became more intense, and a commotion could be vaguely heard in the crowd. It seemed that more and more people were gathering, which had caused the police to be on high alert. At this moment, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man hurried in. He was wearing a neat police uniform, and the badge on his shoulder showed that he was the chief of the police station. The man's face was gloomy and his brows were furrowed, and it was obvious that he had been anxious and thinking all night. As soon as he entered the room, he pulled the policeman in suit aside and whispered a few words to him. The policeman's face turned ugly, and it was obvious that the matter was more difficult than they expected. "The pressure outside is too great. We must find a way to deal with this situation." The middle-aged man said in a low voice. "But..." The policeman in suits was obviously in a dilemma, "We can't just let him go, and there are big problems with his identity." He made things so difficult for Lu Mingfei because he was an insider planted in the police station by the Sheqi Eight Clans. The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, glanced at Lu Mingfei with a complicated look, and said in a deep voice: "We don't have time. The situation is getting more and more out of control, and people above are starting to put pressure on us." At this moment, the shouting outside was almost boiling, and a large number of reporters gathered at the door of the police station, vying to report this event that had attracted national attention. Some people held up banners with Gen Yusuke's name and waved them among the crowd. The whole situation seemed to be getting out of control. The police had to admit that the young man before them was no longer just a person, but had become a symbol of some kind, an unyielding resistance, the embodiment of justice. The police station was facing not only him, but also the countless people outside who supported him. The middle-aged man finally sighed and winked at the policeman in suit, who hesitated for a moment and nodded. "You can go now." The middle-aged man walked up to Lu Mingfei and said in a low voice. Although he was reluctant in his words, he knew very well that the current situation did not allow them to detain him any longer. Lu Mingfei stood up slowly, and the chair made a slight friction sound, as if he had expected this moment to come. He didn't say anything, but just walked out of the interrogation room.
When he walked to the door of the police station, a young police officer walked up to him with a look of awe on his face, holding two wooden swords in his hands, with admiration in his eyes. "Master Sword Saint, your sword." His voice trembled slightly, as if the person standing in front of him was not an ordinary person, but some kind of extraordinary being. Lu Mingfei took the wooden sword and said softly, "Thank you." When he pushed open the door of the police station and walked out of the cold walls, there was already a sea of people outside. Flash lights, slogans, and shouts flooded towards him like a tide. Everyone's eyes were focused on him, as if welcoming a hero returning triumphantly from the battlefield. "Lord Sword Master!" "Master Gen Yusuke!" The cheers shook the earth. Lu Mingfei stood at the door of the police station, squinting his eyes slightly and looking at the crowded crowd. He didn't say anything, still maintaining his usual silence, but that invisible power made everyone feel his majesty. The voices of the crowd were deafening, like the roars and shouts of the entire city. They looked at Lu Mingfei with admiration and respect, as if the man in front of them was no longer a human being, but a symbol, the embodiment of justice and courage. Flashlights were flashing around him as reporters tried to get closer to him, wanting to capture every movement and expression of this "Sword Saint". But Lu Mingfei did not respond to any questions, nor did he speak to anyone. He just stood there quietly, letting the noise of the crowd surround him. At this moment, the crowd suddenly erupted in even louder cheers. Someone held up a hand-painted sign that read: "End the darkness! Master Sword Saint!" This slogan instantly ignited the emotions of the entire audience. More and more people began to follow the shouting, and the voices came one after another, impacting the entire block. "End the darkness! Lord Sword Master!" "Justice will prevail!" These slogans echoed over and over again in the streets and resonated in everyone's heart. Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly. Standing on the steps, he had become the focus of the whole world. At that moment, his momentum suddenly rose. He looked like a hero who had walked out of the dust of history, with an extremely powerful aura and strength, overlooking the land. He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, as if thinking about something. The wind blew through his hair, bringing the remaining coolness of the night and the hope of the morning. He tilted his head slightly, was silent for a long time, and finally spoke. "Last night was just the beginning." His voice was not loud, but at that moment, it seemed as if the whole world had quieted down, and every word was clearly heard by the crowd. The crowd fell silent instantly, everyone was waiting for Lu Mingfei's next words. Reporters raised their cameras to record this moment in full. Lu Mingfei continued, his eyes firm, his voice resonating in the air like a bell, "The darkness of this country has been spreading for too long, but I believe that more people will stand up and clean up these evils." "I am not a god, nor am I a savior. I am just a person who is unwilling to endure darkness any longer. I hope that everyone can stand up like me and refuse to be silent." Just a few words ignited the long-hidden fire in everyone's heart. The crowd erupted in deafening applause and cheers, responding to Lu Mingfei's call and the justice and courage he brought. Lu Mingfei didn't say anything else. He slowly turned around and walked towards the end of the crowd. People automatically made way for him and watched him leave. No one tried to stop him because they knew that Lu Mingfei’s battle was not over yet, and the “reckoning” of this country had just begun. The wooden sword in his hand gleamed faintly in the sunlight, foreshadowing that more battles and storms were about to come. Lu Mingfei's back gradually disappeared on this street that was watched by countless people, leaving everyone with a firm and fearless image. As Lu Mingfei left, the cheers in the square gradually subsided, but the power in everyone's heart never dissipated. The flame of justice had been ignited. Lu Mingfei single-handedly tore a hole in the country, exposing the darkness and evil hidden in the shadows. And this storm will only intensify. In front of the police station, the remaining crowd was still gathered together, discussing and talking, and it seemed that some hope was burning in everyone's eyes. For them, this is not an ordinary struggle, but an awakening of all the people. One person can ignite a flame, but only the power of countless people can make the flame spread across the prairie. In the distance, the sky gradually cleared up and the sun shone on every corner of the city, dispelling the haze of last night and heralding the arrival of a new dawn. …………
Lu Mingze smiled and looked at the scene not far away, then took out his phone and dialed a number. "Girls, how's the work I asked you to do going?" "Reporting to the boss, we have spent a lot of money to hire all the top lawyers in the world to Japan." Su Enxi's voice came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by the sound of potato chips crunching. "Very good." Lu Mingze said with satisfaction. "But... Boss, Lu Mingfei's identity has been suspected by many people... Although we have taken care of many high-ranking officials in Japan, there are still many people investigating secretly. I believe that it won't be long before Lu Mingfei's identity will be exposed. Moreover, the noise we made was too big, and other countries have also begun to report on this matter. We don't have the ability to suppress so many news newspapers." Su Enxi said hesitantly. "Don't worry, the identity issue will be resolved soon. As for the reports from other countries... it's no big deal. I will arrange for other people to handle it." Lu Mingze pondered for a while and then said, then he hung up the phone and dialed another number. "Moss, I need you to hide all the news about Lu Mingfei from other countries, and modify all the news about Japan during this period." There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and then a cold electronic voice came out: "Understood, I will handle it, but it involves the media networks of various countries. Too frequent actions may easily attract national attention." Lu Mingze chuckled and stood on the roof, the breeze blowing across his clothes, like a leisurely bystander, "We don't have that much time, so let's just draw attention. That's a matter for the future anyway. The most important thing now is to control the fire and not let it burn down the stage too early." "Okay, I'll arrange everything when you need it." Moss responded again with a cold mechanical voice. In the computer room of Kassel College far away in Chicago, the temperature inside the computer room began to rise, and countless streams of information began to flow from all over the world into something in the computer room that looked like a camera. A huge server cluster hums in the computer room, green lights flash, and on each screen, data flows rapidly like a waterfall, constantly being analyzed, processed, and hidden. Moss's core system is constantly running, quietly erasing or tampering with information about "Lu Mingfei" from major news agencies and social media platforms around the world. Every click and every piece of news is part of this invisible network, and Moss is the manipulator behind this network. From Japan to America, media reports from countries around the world were gradually rewritten or suppressed, keywords were filtered, articles were modified, and all news about Lu Mingfei was diluted or even disappeared from the public eye. Those news that once became instantly popular are gradually being pushed down the hot search list, and are being replaced by other gossip and entertainment news. Moss is like an invisible Internet scavenger, burying all unfavorable information deep in the Internet with the most precise means. At the same time, abnormal reports were constantly generated in the servers of major news agencies around the world, but these reports were quickly avoided or treated as technical failures. Moss's sophisticated algorithms ensure that these modifications will not be too noticeable. Even the intelligence agencies of various countries can only detect some subtle anomalies. Before these anomalies are thoroughly revealed, the truth has already been buried without a trace. The lights in the computer room were dim, but the core of Moss was still operating quietly. Its huge data processing capabilities were like a dark hand that controlled the world's information, silently reversing the situation. At the same time, Lu Mingze, standing on a high-rise building in Japan, slowly put down the phone and squinted his eyes to look into the distance of the city. "Brother, your stage is ready. Now it depends on how you perform." He whispered to himself, his eyes looking through the layers of buildings, as if he could see every street and every corner that Lu Mingfei walked through. ………… "Is this the place..." Lu Mingfei walked to a casino and took out a stack of papers from his arms. These were the papers that Lu Mingze had just handed to him. They contained the information and criminal records of the gang members inside. "Let's start here." (End of this chapter)