The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha each held one of the arms, dragging the limp, mud-like Ghost Doctor Wu Sen towards the backyard.

Both of them were beaming, their steps light as if they were on their way to collect their year-end bonuses.

"Sir, how deep should this fertilizer be buried?" Zhao Wuji asked, turning around with a look of eagerness to learn.

"How about we get him a high-class private room for fermentation?" Zhao Tiansha suggested, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

Chu Chen waved his chubby little hand.

"You guys handle it; leave professional matters to the professionals."

Lin Jianguo stood there, watching Wu Sen being dragged away, his face still deathly pale and his lips still trembling.

"The Black Lotus Cult...they...they're still around..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with fear and deep-seated hatred.

Yan Zhengqing, standing next to him, was completely dumbfounded.

He watched helplessly as a living person was labeled as "high-grade organic fertilizer" and then dragged away.

The process was so fast that he didn't even have time to voice his objections.

No, he didn't even know how to object.

To say they disregard human life?

But when that old man was poisoning me, he didn't seem to hold back at all.

Are you saying they don't have law enforcement authority?

Looking at Zhou Tian carrying an axe and the two jubilant former martial arts masters, he felt that trying to explain the law to these people was like talking to a brick wall.

"This...this...this is outrageous! You are committing a crime!"

Yan Zhengqing held back for a long time before finally squeezing out these words through gritted teeth, but even he himself felt that his voice lacked confidence.

Chu Chen turned his head and took a bite of the cucumber he had just snatched from Zhou Tian.

With a crisp, clear "snap," the sound was loud and clear.

"Uncle Yan, you're new here and don't understand our Qianlongju's corporate culture."

Chu Chen chewed on a cucumber and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Here, we focus on waste utilization and a circular economy. Look, he tried to harm my mom, so I turned him into fertilizer, then used the fertilizer to grow miraculous vegetables. After selling the miraculous vegetables, I used the money to buy my mom some delicious food."

He counted on his fingers, doing it very seriously.

"See, doesn't this form a perfect closed loop?"

Yan Zhengqing's eyes twitched as he listened.

A perfect closed loop?

This is the perfect cannibalistic chain!

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that reasoning with this kid wouldn't work.

We need to change our approach.

Yan Zhengqing walked up to Chu Chen with a serious expression.

"Mr. Chu..."

He can say those two words much more naturally now.

"This Black Lotus Cult is no ordinary martial arts sect."

Yan Zhengqing lowered his voice, "From what I just heard your conversation, this organization is very likely a cult that endangers national security! This kind of case must be investigated by the authorities!"

Chu Chen stopped chewing and tilted his head to look at him.

"and then?"

"Then?"

Yan Zhengqing was taken aback, then straightened his back.

"I can use my authority to mobilize resources and investigate the Black Lotus Cult's secrets from our internal archives! This is far more efficient than you all wandering around like headless flies!"

Looking at Chu Chen, he finally found his own value and regained some of his dignity as a state cadre.

"oh."

Chu Chen responded and took another bite of cucumber with a "crunch".

Yan Zhengqing felt like he had punched cotton, and was a little frustrated.

He gritted his teeth and decided to increase his bet.

"I'll help you investigate the case, and you'll reduce my sentence! No, you have to give me a chance to make amends!"

He pointed to the woodpile in the backyard.

"I can't just keep chopping wood here. I'm a government official; I have to contribute to the country and the people!"

Chu Chen finally swallowed the cucumber in his mouth. He looked at Yan Zhengqing, who had an upright expression, and suddenly smiled.

He rummaged in his pocket for a while and pulled out a dark, square thing that looked like a brick, which he then threw to Yan Zhengqing.

Here, take it.

Yan Zhengqing instinctively caught it, almost dropping it.

This thing is incredibly heavy and ice-cold to the touch, and it has an antenna so thick you could hang yourself on it.

"This is... a mobile phone?"

Yan Zhengqing stared blankly at this "brick" that was heavier than any other mobile phone he had ever seen.

"Wrong, this is a private line within the Hidden Dragon Residence, a single-line connection, anti-eavesdropping, anti-location tracking, and it can even crack walnuts."

Chu Chen patted the cucumber juice off his hands.

"From now on, you are reinstated to your original position, but your official status will remain with Qianlongju for the time being."

He cleared his throat and imitated the tone of a leader on TV.

"I hereby appoint you as the Director of the Liaison Office of the Qianlongju Official Office! Your main responsibility will be external intelligence work."

Yan Zhengqing listened, completely stunned.

What is all this about?

"Your code name," Chu Chen whispered in his ear, his voice low and mysterious, "is 'Chief of the Axe Gang'."

"puff--"

Zhou Tian, ​​who was drinking water nearby, suddenly spat out his entire mouthful of water.

Yan Zhengqing's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He looked down at the gleaming axe in his hand, then looked up at Chu Chen's face, which was trying to suppress a mischievous grin, and felt his blood pressure spike.

"I refuse!"

He said it with absolute certainty.

Chu Chen shrugged.

"Alright then, Director Zhao, drag him back to the backyard. His wood-chopping task for today will be doubled. Also, put that specially supplied spiritual sweet potato on his tab and let him pay in installments."

"Okay!"

Zhao Wuji responded and walked over, rubbing his hands together.

"etc!"

Yan Zhengqing clutched the "brick" in his arms, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words.

"I...I accept the mission!"

A man can bend and stretch!

Yan Zhengqing comforted himself, saying that this was all for the sake of national security, and personal honor and disgrace were nothing!

Holding the "brick," he was seething with anger and went to a corner to make a phone call.

His connections and authority were still intact, and he made a call back to the General Administration's confidential archives.

Less than half an hour.

Yan Zhengqing returned with the "brick" in his hand, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"We found it...we found it."

He looked at Chu Chen, his voice a little dry.

"The Black Lotus Cult was active in China for a period of time several decades ago. They were secretive and cruel, specializing in evil deeds such as blood sacrifices. Later, it seems that they were forcibly suppressed by an even more mysterious force and disappeared for two or three decades."

He swallowed hard and continued.

"But the files show that in the last five years, they've begun to show signs of activity again across the country. Their infiltration is extremely strong; they may even have people within our ranks!"

Lin Jianguo listened with trepidation.

"Then...what should we do? Will they come knocking on our door?"

"It's good that they came to us."

Chu Chen stuffed the last bit of cucumber into his mouth and clapped his hands.

"It saves us the trouble of looking for it."

He walked up to Yan Zhengqing and looked up.

"Axe Gang Leader, here's another mission for you."

Yan Zhengqing's eye twitched again.

"You used your official channels to send me a fake message."

Chu Chen grinned, revealing a set of small white teeth.

"I was just saying that an old man came to Qianlong Residence a couple of days ago, but he wasn't some kind of miracle doctor; he was mentally ill."

He pointed towards the backyard.

"The guy who was shouting nonsense like Ultraman descending to earth and the Black Lotus Cult has been taken to a mental hospital by us."

Yan Zhengqing's mind worked quickly, and he instantly understood Chu Chen's intention.

"You're trying to... mislead them, to make them think we don't know their background, or that this ghost doctor has been exposed?"

"No," Chu Chen shook his finger, a sly smile on his face, "I just wanted to tell them."

"Our vegetable garden in the backyard has been lacking fertilizer lately."

"We welcome them; they come in groups to make donations."