Chapter 107: Joining the Major Crimes Unit

The next day, Ao Xi walked into the police station and promptly walked right back out. Still in a daze and unsure of what was happening, he found himself pushed out with a cardboard box shoved into his arms. He looked down at the box, which contained his personal belongings, medals, police uniform, and various sundries. Right on top lay a transfer notice.

Am I really being transferred to the Major Crimes Unit already? This is way too fast! Everything has been packed up for me; just how impatient are you people? Mesa originally hadn't intended...

Ark pulled up the surveillance footage, which clearly showed the man in every frame, though he had disguised himself slightly.

Hou Junji intentionally lightened his tone to dispel Li Yan's concerns, but his next sentence turned serious once more.

"Heh, it seems I was careless after all." A bitter smile tugged at the corner of the young man from the Tie family's mouth. He hadn't expected to encounter a practitioner of ancient martial arts. Looking at Liu Bin, he didn't seem to belong to any of those major families, yet to find someone with cultivation levels rivaling his own in a place with such thin spiritual energy—beyond jealousy, he felt a deep sense of fury.

After Qinghaichuan Tang finished his deduction, the room fell so silent that one could hear the drop of a pin.

He had died once already, but looking back on his life, despite the beautiful memories, it had been cut short—a tragedy. If he thought about it carefully, had it not been for that business, Lin Xiao might have become a leader in his field, buying a house and car, marrying, having children, and living out his natural life.

In fact, before coming, he had already asked Mo Chunhui to make arrangements in advance; he only needed to go to the store and find the lobby manager to purchase the medicinal herbs.

Killing Yu Li was an act of justice on behalf of Heaven; even if the various sects of the Eastern Wilderness were resentful, they dared not utter a word.

Bai Zexi pondered for a moment before saying, "I consider myself to have neared the Dao of Immortality, but to face the Demon Lord of the Demon Sect, I would still need to unite with three elders nearing their peak to have any hope of killing him in one stroke."

Su Wushuang’s eyes were filled with shock. As he delivered a heavy slap, his head turned to the side, his expression one of bewilderment. Finally, he covered his face, his mouth pressed tight, refusing to say a word.

After some effort, he finally managed to pry the object out, wiped it meticulously with a napkin, and then compared it with the photograph nearby.

Cheng Zu later recounted some of his third uncle’s past with a hint of jealousy—for instance, how his uncle, because of his striking looks, was always the one tasked with using his charms to distract enemies before a mission, greatly increasing their success rate.

Su Han was puzzled. While his younger brother was somewhat reclusive and didn't mingle much, he wasn't so foolish as to have spent ten years in the Wei palace without knowing whether the Emperor of Wei even had a legitimate princess. And given that the Emperor was a ruler of a nation, the probability of him writing the wrong letter was even lower. So, what exactly was going on?

When Shen Qingshui turned on the lights, he had already entered the bedroom, pulling the door shut just enough to leave a sliver through which he could be seen heading straight for the bathroom.

She washed up with her hair in disarray, ate a simple breakfast, changed her clothes, applied light makeup, and hurried out.

No, the real question was: just how early did the Best Actor get up to cook? Didn't he go to bed in the early hours of the morning just like him? Had he not slept at all? Did he jump straight from a video conference to cooking porridge?

Raphael, who was setting up defenses by the window, was even more unfortunate than Bo Chuanhuo; he was cleverly caught by Wu Jin. Raphael had intended to bolt and leave Wu Jin, who was bouncing around by the window, to fend for himself.

Qixi hid behind Young Master Jin; she couldn't afford to accept Young Master Zhen’s gift, and besides, she had seen enough! She couldn't say any more.

When she arrived, they hadn't let her bring a phone, but she saw the third uncle and her master using satellite phones to communicate.

The thin man who had spoken first bid again, but his confidence was clearly waning; it was obvious that this price had reached his limit.

Even Lin Feiyu himself had not expected these fiery eyes to be so powerful; performing such divine abilities deep inside the volcano actually provided a bonus to their destructive force.