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"You're going to talk about your background and your powerful connections, right? I'm so scared."

Zhu Mingyao shook his hand expressionlessly, dispelling the sparks swirling around his fingertips.

"I'm a very timid person. What if I hesitate to act after hearing about your background? Wouldn't that let you, this scum, escape? It's better to ignore what I hear!"

I'm just a country bumpkin from the Central Plains, all I know is farming and making a living. When I encounter bad people, all I know is to pay for my blood debts.

Those abolitionist jurists who were influenced by Western ideas didn't take them seriously in their youth, and they still do in this life.

What about procedural justice? The human rights of criminals? I'm just a farmer, I don't understand!

All I know is that good and evil are rewarded accordingly; this is a rule passed down from our ancestors!

Can you possibly be as wise as our ancestors? (Sound of triumph)

After stretching his slightly sore waist from the intense battle, Zhu Mingyao looked at the woman trembling by the wall, clutching the crucifix carved with the crucifix of the suffering Christ to her chest, and repeatedly chanting the names of the Holy Son and the Holy Mother.

During the fight, he deliberately led the dark-skinned, thin man to the other side, which fortunately spared her from being affected, and even the body of another victim was saved.

The woman's eyes were glazed over, and she was talking nonsense. She was clearly half-mad from the surreal scene she had just witnessed, and they couldn't even ask for her name and address.

Zhu Mingyao thought for a moment, realizing he wasn't good at psychological counseling, so he simply cast a [Soul-Soothing Spell] on her to help her get some sleep.

Having finished all that, he swung his hand and walked towards the door, muttering to himself, "There should be a phone here... Sigh, I definitely need to buy a cell phone in a couple of days! Life without cell phones was so inconvenient! Even finding someone to clean the floor was such a hassle..."

……

About half an hour later, Bai Ziyuan, who had received the call, arrived at the scene in a flurry with several members of the Hualian Association and a team of federal police officers.

"You really know how to cause trouble!" Bai Ziyuan said irritably, sporting dark circles under her eyes.

"I spent half a month going to great lengths, sending flowers, having candlelight dinners, and putting in so much effort, before that Hawaiian newcomer actor finally agreed to discuss the script with me tonight. And you call me right after we've just begun!"

"A new actress? A woman, right? Discussing the script? You mean discussing the great harmony of life?" Zhu Mingyao glanced at him sideways, his face full of disdain.

"Nonsense! What guy would discuss a script with him at night? You little brat, how could you possibly understand the supreme principles of Yin and Yang, the creation of life, and the propagation of life..."

“You’re abandoning your family’s inherited teachings and instead heading down the path of the Peach Blossom Sect or the Joyous Union Sect! Let me tell you! No matter how much times change, those things are still heretical and cannot be brought to the table. Be careful, or I’ll go to the joint meeting of all the sects in the country and report you, and have you flogged…”

While the two were happily exchanging personal attacks, a plainclothes police officer who appeared to be of higher rank walked over and extended his hand to the boy with a smile.

"This must be Brother Zhu. We owe you a lot for helping with this case."

Upon hearing the fluent Mandarin with a touch of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry), Zhu Mingyao turned around, shook hands with the newcomer, and carefully examined the young police officer in front of him, who had black hair and black eyes and was clearly of mixed Asian descent.

Bai Ziyuan waved his hand and introduced, "This is John Lee. His grandfather was a member of our Chinese Association, and he himself is now a member of the Los Angeles Police Department's Special Affairs Coordination Group."

"Shouldn't cases involving superhumans be handled by the Special Investigations Bureau?" the boy asked, somewhat puzzled.

Officer John Lee smiled and nodded to Bai Ziyuan, then explained to Zhu Mingyao:

"The Federation has nearly 10 million square kilometers of land and 300 million residents. Although the probability of supernatural events is not high, the absolute number is not small given such a large base."

Aside from serious cases like today's that resulted in injuries or deaths, most of the other cases are actually eyewitness accounts, and the Special Investigation Bureau can't possibly handle every single one.

"In practice, they are generally only responsible for investigation and combat. As for cleanup and post-disaster work, they still need the help of local police agencies. Special task forces have been set up by major police departments to cooperate with their related work."

He pointed to the victim who was being lifted into the ambulance.

"Especially in cases involving ordinary criminal cases, we have to handle all sorts of troublesome tasks, such as treating and comforting victims, talking to their families, signing confidentiality agreements, and dealing with disputes with parties who have suffered property losses."

In tonight's situation, since the perpetrator is dead and the situation is under control, the Special Investigations Bureau won't rush to arrive immediately. Instead, they'll wait until we've compiled the initial on-site information before sending someone to take over.

John Lee spread his hands, shrugged, and made a helpless expression.

To paraphrase the famous quote from the British Prime Minister's secretary—we ordinary civil servants are merely humble public instruments.

Moving towards the goal of receiving welfare!

Chapter 56 The Fairy with a Background

Seeing John Lee's helpless expression and hearing his humble words, one couldn't help but feel pity for him.

It seems that grassroots workers, regardless of their past or present lives or which country they belong to, all bear the great responsibility of reporting to their superiors.

Although he knew that most of the helpless and pitiful expression on his face was fake, it didn't stop Zhu Mingyao from casting a sympathetic glance at him.

"Alright, stop listening to his complaints. This job may be tough, but the federal government provides a special allowance, and experience in handling supernatural cases is a hidden advantage in police promotions. After all, you can't let someone who knows nothing about the existence of supernatural forces be the head of a regional police department, can you?"

Bai Ziyuan laughed and scolded a few times, then patted Zhu Mingyao on the shoulder and said, "Let's leave this to the respectable federal police officer. We ordinary citizens should go back and rest. The Special Investigation Bureau people will be here soon. They've been in a bad mood lately, and I don't want to run into them."

"I think you want to take advantage of the early hour and go back to continue discussing the script with your lovely Hawaiian girl, right?"

The young man gasped, revealing a sly smile.

"You found out about this? You're such a good brother..."

The two nodded goodbye to John Lee, then turned and left with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Sitting in the car, Zhu Mingyao glanced back at the workshop and small buildings that were getting further and further away and about to disappear into the night. He felt like he had forgotten something.

After a while, he suddenly realized and clapped his hands.

"Damn it! We were so focused on calling the police and rescuing people that we forgot to loot the spoils!"

That guy looks really rich. There might be hidden safes or something in the building. And that double-headed bull horn knife is a magical artifact!

"Go back and tell them it was something I left behind, do you think they'll believe me?"

……

Back at his doorstep, watching Bai Ziyuan slip away like a whirlwind, the boy, who had stayed up all night to try and save a life but ended up with nothing, pouted and went upstairs with a pained expression as if he had lost a fortune.

Sigh, I still lack experience. After defeating the boss, I was so focused on rescuing the NPCs that I forgot to loot the corpses and even forgot to do something as important as searching the treasure chests in the scene!

I truly feel ashamed of the days and nights I spent fighting in Neverwinter Nights and Baldur's Gate.

At least the reward points were quite generous. Killing the sorcerer gave 300 points, and saving the young woman also gave 10 points as usual. It was just a pity that the two henchmen were accidentally killed by the sorcerer himself, so no experience points were gained.

However, today's gains, plus the little surplus from the previous period, while not enough to upgrade the Dao Technique to another level, are enough to unlock another branch of the Twenty-Four Gods of the Inner Realm.

Which one should I choose this time...?

Zhu Mingyao pushed open the door, yawned widely, and rubbed his eyes.

……never mind!

After being so nervous all day, I'll think I'll talk about it later. I should just wash up and go to bed first.

Just as Zhu Mingyao collapsed onto his bed, drifting off to sleep in self-pity, Li John, far away in a suburban workshop, was directing his subordinates to take photos and collect evidence inside and out when he heard the roar of a car engine.

He watched as the convoy of black Chevrolet SUVs, their headlights blaring and wheels spinning rapidly, kicked up clouds of dust, rushed toward him with an air of extreme urgency. He couldn't help but mutter in a daze, "Wow, there are quite a few of those 'black-skinned old men' from the Special Investigations Bureau this time."

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, a middle-aged man in a black suit jumped out and shouted at the police officers in the yard, "Where's the person in charge? Where's the murderer's body?"

John Lee frowned, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant. Although he and his team were specifically responsible for coordinating related matters, the Special Investigation Bureau's actions this time were undeniably rude.

After clearly seeing the person's appearance, John Lee said with displeasure:

"It's Deputy Captain Smith from the Field Operations Department. I'm the police chief. The murderer's body is still on the third floor. We just took photos and are waiting for you [professionals] to handle it!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "professionals," which was clearly sarcastic.

The man he called Deputy Captain Smith paid no heed to the slight resentment in the other's words. Without even a greeting, he grabbed the crime scene photos handed to him by a nearby officer and nervously pulled out a file from his pocket to compare them.

After looking at the photo, Smith's face grew increasingly grim, as if it were about to drip water. Undeterred, he led his men up to the third-floor lobby and compared the dark, thin man's already cold body with the photo in the file again. He then looked at the assistant sent by his superior with a glimmer of hope.

Beside him was a shy-looking white boy with blond-black hair. His eyes gleamed with an unusual light as he stared at the corpse and the shattered statue for a while before calmly saying, "It's definitely the aura of the Death Domain. The type of power and the way it operates match the description of the personnel in the data."

The last vestiges of hope were ruthlessly shattered by the boy's medical report. Smith covered his forehead, his shoulders slumped, and he became utterly dejected. After a long while, he pulled out his mobile phone, dialed his chief's number, and said in a dry voice:

"Hello? Boss, things here... are a bit troublesome. It's been confirmed that the deceased is..."

……

Zhu Mingyao was awakened by a series of jarring phone calls. He had probably exhausted too much energy in the battle. Since he had made some progress in his cultivation, he rarely slept so soundly.

Half-asleep, Zhu Mingyao wandered into the living room, glanced at the fluorescent caller ID on the landline, lazily picked up the receiver, and yawned as he said:

"Hey Boss Bai, weren't you discussing the script with that Hawaiian girl? It's not even dawn yet, or are you in your post-coital period, looking for someone to confide in..."

"Don't speak yet! Listen to me!" Bai Ziyuan's urgent words came from the phone, directly interrupting the boy's casual banter.

"Hurry up and get ready to come downstairs, I'll be at your doorstep soon!"

Hearing the serious tone in the other party's voice, Zhu Mingyao was confused, but he did not dare to be negligent. He knew that although Bai Ziyuan usually liked to joke with him, he was never careless when it came to serious matters.

After getting dressed and sitting in the living room on the first floor for only a few minutes, the familiar roar of Bai Ziyuan's sports car came from afar and stopped at the door.

Just as Zhu Mingyao raised the roller shutter, Bai Ziyuan, disheveled and still smelling of perfume, burst in, grabbed his arm, and pulled him outside.

"Hey—what are you doing?" The boy was really confused and couldn't help but ask in a questioning voice like a chicken.

"Elder Lai sent me to pick you up and take you to Hualian for a few days to avoid trouble!" Bai Ziyuan dragged him out without turning her head.

"Avoiding Mao's limelight? What did I do wrong?" Zhu Mingyao was increasingly confused.

He's a clean-cut young man with absolutely no criminal record, neither in his past nor present lives. Especially in the years since he transmigrated, he's done countless good deeds in the community to rack up reward points—he's practically a living embodiment of goodwill in Los Angeles!

The only thing he might have done that was digging up a grave in the middle of the night a while ago. But even if that got out, given his age, he would just get a scolding and maybe pay a fine.

"The guy you killed tonight was someone with connections!" Bai Ziyuan said impatiently, tugging at his collar to reveal several faint hickeys.

Zhu Mingyao was slightly bewildered, but then he realized that the scumbag had tried to implicate him in some kind of background before he died. However, only a few hours had passed, and because he was blind to what was happening under his own nose, he hadn't thought about it for the time being.

That's right. That talisman that can emit destructive black flames to block sword energy is far stronger than that guy's true strength. It's clearly a protective treasure bestowed by his master.

"So, I've gotten myself into the trap of Sun Wukong beating up a demon with a powerful background?" Zhu Mingyao sneered as he realized what he meant. Beating up the young one only to have the old one come out – what an outdated plot from an online novel.

"Even if Sun Wukong kills a few demons with a background, their masters can't really do anything about it. Those gods and bodhisattvas all have status and need to maintain their dignity. After all, they are their own dogs. The lackey committed the evil first."

Every Chinese person can readily recall the stories from Journey to the West, and Bai Ziyuan smoothly continued the conversation.

"But this scumbag's backer is unscrupulous. Elder Lai is worried that he will take advantage of his power to bully the weak and directly retaliate against you, so he asked me to come over overnight to take you to the Hualian headquarters for a few days and he will handle the situation."

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Chapter 57 Red Sun

"Which deity is this? How dare they allow their subordinates to commit murder and blood sacrifice? In this day and age, how dare they be so arrogant? Aren't they afraid of being suppressed by the iron fist?" Zhu Mingyao asked with a cold face.

These days are not like hundreds of years ago. With the advancement of technology, the power of state power has become stronger and stronger, and its control over society has become more and more stringent. Even superhumans cannot act recklessly.

The era when extraordinary individuals could gather forces and act arrogantly simply by relying on a few supernatural abilities is long gone.