Imperial capital, headquarters of the Supervision Department.

Compared with other parallel departments of the empire, the Imperial Supervision Department, which was established after Margaret III ascended the throne, was a temporary office space in the early days.

As the power of the Supervision Department becomes heavier and more deterrent, the headquarters building that truly belongs to the Supervision Department was officially completed about twenty years ago.

This is a square building with a traditional style of the Delun Empire and built in gray marble.

The thirteen-story building is square, with each side nearly one mile long. On the dark gray exterior wall, window frames built with black basalt were paired with special black glass. The black windows were like cold and ruthless eyes, staring at everything in all directions.

On the third floor of the Ministry of Supervision Building, in the temporary detention room, Qiao yawned and sat lazily on a single bed made of iron, staring at the dim sky outside the small window as big as a head.

"It's over!" Qiao smiled bitterly.

Finally, he got the first place in the monthly exam for a freshman and got two valuable holidays. According to the school rules of the Military University, he had to rush back to take the leave before 7 o'clock in the evening to register.

It's already past six o'clock and he's still detained in the Supervision Department, which is obviously too late.

I silently recite the school rules of military universities, and students who fail to cancel leave on time...the consequences are heavy.

Joe shook his head and sighed, shouting at the several inspectors walking around outside the iron fence of the detention room: "I am innocent, I am the victim... It was the bastard in Bavaria who tried to assassinate me, but I was not going to cause trouble for him."

Several inspectors looked at Joe, then shook their heads without saying a word.

The matter was too big, which had already alarmed most of the imperial capital and even blew up the diplomatic circle of the entire imperial capital.

Several senior officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Delun Empire were furiously photographing the desk of the Supervisory Minister Wentzel, hoarsely demanding severe punishment of the "some imperial scum named Qiao".

Ambassadors to the Delun Empire from all over the world, including the Kingdom of Ice Sea, the Kingdom of Saint Chia, the United Kingdom of Nice, the Republic of Gaul, etc., were also excited to take a large group of entourage to the Supervision Department with their enthusiasm.

They are watching outside Wentzel's office and are looking forward to further development of this matter.

Even the ambassador of the United Kingdom of Nice to the Delun Empire has been privately held to open the market. Many ambassadors and embassy officials have bet on the bets of life and death in Bavaria; two, they bet on the cause and effect of the matter; three, they bet on the end of Joe!

If we look at the current market quota alone, Qiao has a high probability of being executed.

Ninety-nine percent of the ambassadors and embassy officials, they would definitely not survive if they bet heavily.

It's too big, it's too big.

In addition to Bavaria, whereabouts of unknown Bavaria, the Embassy of the Lucian Empire in the Delun Empire suffered heavy losses this time.

Their chief military officer and adjutant, as well as seven or eight generals with extraordinary sixth level strength, died, and only one lucky person who saw the opportunity survived, but he was also cut off one leg by Marcos' heavy axe.

This lucky man is now in the imperial capital, and is borrowing money from Lucia's merchants, wanting to go to St. Maya Cathedral to buy a powerful magic potion to connect his broken leg.

The civil servants of the Lucia Embassy also lost more than a dozen, and the only survivors were the Grand Secret Eugene and the Second Secret Shilov. However, Eugene and Shilov were also seriously injured, especially Eugene, whose vital parts were sneak attacked and kicked by Lan Kikyo... The man's functions were basically lost 80% of them.

As a diplomat at the embassy, ​​Eugene's connections in the imperial capital seem to be very good.

In Wenzel's office, there was a marquises, two marquises, three Countesses and four countesses, who were besieging Wenzel by the advantage of women.

They made extremely powerful arguments: "When did the Delun Empire become a nest of bandits? If even the personal safety of diplomats from friendly countries cannot be guaranteed, where is the dignity of the empire?"

They shouted extremely deterrent slogans: "Long live justice when severely punishing the murderer!"

In addition to these officials, the boss behind the Hyacinth Hotel and the contemporary head of a senior founding duke family in the Empire also sent his own private secretary.

This private secretary, who already has the title of Count of the Empire, did not bully others or be aggressive. He just sincerely asked Wenzel a question - half of the building in Hyacinth Hotel was shattered, seriously injured, more than 300 guests were injured, and the total number of injured servants, maids, chefs, bartenders and other service personnel exceeded 200.

Who paid for the decoction and pensions for these personnel?

Who will bear the maintenance costs of the hotel building?

Who should compensate for the losses of the suspension of business of Hyacinth Hotel during the hotel building maintenance?

Even if the repair is completed and the hotel resumes business, who should be responsible for this loss due to the heavy reputational losses caused to the hotel by today's incident and the passing of new and old guests?

He is indeed a real old-school aristocrat. He does not make noise or clamor, but is just talking to you very seriously and presenting facts.

The private secretary took out a long list of antique tables and chairs, pots and pans, and bottles of treasures and pans, and bottles of treasure-grade wine that were crushed, etc., in addition to the injured guests and service staff, etc.

These losses add up to an astronomical figure.

So, Wentzel and the Supervision Department are all very troubled, and they are very troubled.

So, no matter how much Qiao shouted, several inspectors just patrolled the corridor silently, walking from one end to another, and from that end to this end.

Qiao sighed, and looked at the black-faced inspectors. He stood up, walked to the iron fence, and knocked heavily on the steel railing as thick as a goose egg.

By accident, Joe, whose strength had just soared by millions of pounds, used his fingers a little more force. The steel railing he tapped made a harsh twist, and was bent by a finger that was directly bent by ninety degrees.

Several inspectors looked at Qiao at the same time. The faces of several people became extremely strange. They stared at the railing that was bent by Qiao's fingers, and subconsciously touched their right hand.

Qiao hurriedly grabbed the curved railing, and gently beat it, turning the railing back to its original position. He grabbed the railing with both hands and gently stroked it up and down. The railing became straight and straight - but compared with other steel rods on the iron fence, Qiao's hand-stroking one was obviously thinner than his "companions"!

Several inspectors looked at each other and said no.

In the temporary detention room of the Supervision Department, these iron fences are made of real materials. Each steel pole as thick as a goose egg is made of alloy steel.

The detainees who bent the steel poles here with brute force have seen them.

However, the monsters that can use the flesh palm to straighten the curved steel rod and to smooth the steel rod twice in thinner are the first time in their lives.

"Joe, what do you want to do just now?" A gray-haired inspector walked to the detention room where Qiao was located with a smile.

"Please give me a dinner. This one should be a meal." Qiao sighed and spread his hands: "In addition, can I trouble the Supervision Department and send a situation description to the Military University?"

"I'm going back to take the leave at 7 o'clock in the evening, but obviously I can't do it here." Qiao shrugged and sighed helplessly: "I'm not afraid of being punished to run away after going back, but I have to stand shirtless and read a review book in front of all the new students... This kind of thing is too embarrassing for my father, mother, brother, sister, and sister... I can't do such a thing."

‘Clang’!

A thick steel door at the end of the corridor was pushed open heavily, and Wentzel walked in with a large group of senior inspectors.

"I know I'm in trouble? Do you know I'm embarrassed?" Wentzel frowned as he walked towards Joe, "Can you tell me where Bavaria is?"

"He ran away!" Qiao raised his hands high and shouted: "I swear in the name of Muteste..."

Joe murmured in his heart - 'Mutest, forgive me for borrowing your name to swear... I will confess, I will give'!

Joe's voice was a few more tones: "That damn bastard, he wanted to kill me, but I ran fast and he couldn't kill me in time, so he ran away when he heard the sirens!"

Qiao coughed violently.

He was really beaten by Bavaria and suffered a little internal injury. He deliberately maintained this internal injury. He coughed at this moment, his throat became sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out: "Shameless, depraved, it's simply a model of moral corruption... A sixth-level strongman is chasing me, a poor student from the Imperial Military University!"

"I think there must be a conspiracy here! Damn, there must be a conspiracy here!"

While vomiting blood, Joe shouted at Wentzel, who was standing outside the door: "I suggest blocking the imperial capital and searching for Bavaria... and everyone in the Lucian embassy must be detained, tortured, and tortured them in the truth behind the scenes!"

Qiao Zhengyi shouted loudly.

Wentzel looked at him deeply, then looked at the blood he vomited, and nodded: "You can leave... There will be a follow-up investigation on today's matters, and I hope you can cooperate."

"Well, Bavaria is sure to escape?" Wentzel looked at Joe seriously.

Qiao also looked at Wentzel seriously: "Dear Minister of Supervision, I am just a poor second-order little person..."

Wentzel shook his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Damn Lucians, what else can they do except cause trouble?"

Shaking his head, Wentzel pointed to the iron gate in front of Joe.

A prosecutor took out the key and opened the iron gate. Qiao smiled and pushed open the heavy iron gate and walked out of the temporary detention room where he had been staying for an afternoon.
Chapter completed!