I have a city in another world

Nighttime, Outer City Police Station.

For reasons unknown, the newly appointed police commissioner did not seek accommodation in the outer city, but instead lived directly in the police station.

Many people can't help but suspect that the new director lacks a sense of security and is afraid that he or she might also be the victim of a massacre.

Nowadays, police stations are heavily guarded, with officers stationed every three steps and sentries every five steps, making them as impenetrable as an iron barrel.

The meticulous and thorough deployment rapidly elevated the entire police department's defense level, making it comparable to a war fortress.

Both the main gate and the surrounding walls have been reinforced with multiple layers of security, and a large number of surveillance devices have been installed in key locations.

The facts are crystal clear: the new police commissioner is indeed afraid of death, which is why he lives at his office location.

His actions are reminiscent of the shocking incident that happened not long ago. Could there be some unknown secret behind this?

If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear. Why is the newly appointed director so cautious?
The answer was soon revealed: someone in the city had started collecting protection money again, and the amount was even higher than before.

After the news spread, many who had been wondering suddenly realized and exclaimed in disbelief, "Just as I thought!"

Officials in the outer city were well aware that the protection fees collected from businesses were actually a source of gray income for the police department.

Most of this income goes to the Commissioner of Police, and a small portion goes to the police officers. Without this income, their income would be severely reduced.

If you only give people a pittance, no one will do their job properly, which is clearly an outcome that those in power do not want to see.

However, we cannot offer high wages, otherwise it will cause public discontent and lead to more trouble.

Those hidden, gray-area incomes became a means of maintaining morale and a practice tacitly approved by internal managers.

Previously, people were worried that the new director would not dare to continue charging fees, lest he repeat the mistakes of his predecessor.

The problem is that the criminal was already completely destroyed, and the new commissioner shouldn't be so fearful and cautious.

The police team members were unaware that the killing of the criminal was a hoax, and the real killer had never been caught.

They only saw the surface calm, unaware that beneath that calm, undercurrents were already surging.

Upon hearing the news of the fee, many police officers beamed with joy, looking forward to their wallets becoming even fuller.

Many people are already calculating how much they can expect to gain when the dividends are distributed at the end of the month.

Little did he know that at that moment, the newly appointed police chief was filled with fear and unease.

He knew all too well that collecting this protection fee meant he would be drawn into an even deeper vortex.

Inside the closed room, the police commissioner was extremely uncomfortable, frequently checking his communication devices.

His eyes flickered, filled with anxiety and unease, as if awaiting some inevitable fate.

He had entered the inner city and returned with a heavy heart because he had received a mission.

A powerful figure in the inner city ordered him to collect protection money again.

The police commissioner was terrified. He didn't want the money, fearing he might have the chance to make it but not the chance to spend it.

But this time, he had no choice but to act as bait and cooperate with the extraordinary cultivators' actions.

He understood that he was just a pawn in the hands of those powerful figures, and once he lost his usefulness, he would be ruthlessly discarded.

I was both angry and anxious, but there was nothing I could do. Being in this system, I seemed to be high above everyone else, but often I was not in control of my own destiny.

When necessary, even the police commissioner has to obediently cooperate and make sacrifices.

Now all he can do is pray that the ruthless man who killed a transcendent cultivator on the spot and who made the big shots in the inner city so fearful has now left the mountain city sanctuary.

Otherwise, his behavior would be tantamount to deliberate provocation, and he would most likely be attacked.

In order to prevent accidents, the Commissioner of Police has deliberately strengthened precautions and mobilized a large number of personnel to protect his own safety.

Even so, he still felt unsafe, simply because it was a being that even extraordinary cultivators feared.

He knew that once the other side made a move, it would be with overwhelming force, and the police department's defensive deployment might not actually be able to achieve the expected results.

Although he was unwilling, what was done was done, and he could only leave the rest to fate. One thing was certain: he could not remain uninvolved, because the plan absolutely forbade it.

To save time, the toll collectors this time were all temporary hires from different gangs. After the mission was completed, the toll collectors would return to their respective homes, with no permanent residences remaining.

It would be virtually impossible to eliminate all these gangs one by one.

In this way, the police commissioner, who is the backer behind the scenes, is undoubtedly the best target to strike.

The reason is that when charging fees, they would subtly or overtly imply that everything was related to the Commissioner of Police.

Everything was planned. If that assailant were to make another move, the police commissioner would be the first target.

Time passed slowly, but no news came. The police chief did not relax; instead, he became even more tense, fearing that an unexpected situation might occur at any moment.

At this moment, the scene of his original plan flashed before his eyes again, with several extraordinary cultivators promising to protect his safety.

And give him an item that can come in handy at a critical moment, capable of blocking a fatal blow.

Looking at the jade pendant in his hand, the police chief was filled with doubt, fearing that he was being deceived.

Those arrogant and aloof individuals regard ordinary people as ants. They appear to be quiet and unassuming, but in reality, they are far more greedy and cruel.

Despite his high rank as police chief, he is insignificant in the eyes of extraordinary cultivators.

Fortunately, the city lord and a group of elders were also extraordinary cultivators; otherwise, those extraordinary cultivators would have truly been lawless.

However, as ordinary people, when faced with these extraordinary individuals, they can only be manipulated at will.

Time passed slowly, the curfew had been lifted, and the streets were deserted.

The area near the police station is under tight surveillance, and not even a mouse can get close.

The protectors, hidden in the shadows, are also on high alert, guarding against any potential enemies.

Their eyes were sharp, fixed on every corner of their surroundings, afraid of missing any clue.

At one point, an object was thrown from a distance.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, thick smoke billowed out, and the police station's backyard was thrown into chaos.

The explosion was deafening, as if it were tearing the night sky apart, and flames shot into the sky, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Various sounds came from all directions, and many people cried out in alarm and anger, as if they had been attacked by the enemy.

Amidst the sounds of swords being drawn and gunfire erupting, a fight had broken out in the backyard.

The police chief, inside the sealed room, trembled with nervousness upon hearing the commotion outside.

His heart was pounding, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

"He's here! That guy's really here!"

The police chief's eyes widened as he shouted to those around him, "He's here! You must protect me, that's what you promised!"

His voice was filled with terror and despair. However, there was silence all around, no one responded, and the monk who had promised to protect him had vanished without a trace.

"Damn it, where are you guys? Come out here right now!"

The police commissioner grew increasingly panicked and shouted in exasperation.

He looked around, trying to find a glimmer of hope, but all he received in response was deathly silence and the sounds of chaos outside.

But the next moment, a strange figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The police chief was startled and instinctively took a step back. "You're my protector!"

he asked expectantly.

The person on the other end shook their head. "Wrong, I'm the one who's going to kill you." (End of Chapter)