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Chen Li joked:

"A worthless bronze medal is no trouble for the whole bureau."

Song Qingtong corrected:

"A bronze medal? This is bronze-plated gold, with pure gold inside. You don't know its value. Besides, not everyone can get this medal of honor. It's worth a life, so don't lose it."

Even copper-plated gold couldn't pique Chen Li's interest.

If it were worth a life, Chen Li would be overjoyed.

When you're out in the world, you're bound to encounter some bumps and hurdles.

This copper-plated gold amulet can help him avert a fatal disaster; it's something money can't buy.

"Thank you, Professor Qi!"

Chen Li immediately became cheerful and open in his speech.

Director Qi chuckled and said:

"It's been ten years, and it's truly remarkable that you've received this medal of honor."

"Comrade Chen is highly skilled in martial arts and is sincere and righteous. He is a rare talent. Would you be interested in joining the Special Operations Team? This is an agency that is different from the Public Security Bureau, with greater power and more autonomy in handling cases."

Without even thinking, Chen Li shook his head and said:

"From a young age, fortune tellers have said I'm not destined to be an official. Oh well, if there's anything I can do for you, just give the word, and I'll do my best to help."

Today's martial arts contest with Lin Jun shows that Lin Handong and the forces represented by Director Qi are engaged in a power struggle, and Song Qingtong belongs to Director Qi's side.

Joining the battle afterward would be tantamount to making an enemy of oneself.

He is not afraid of trouble.

But I don't want to get into trouble and have a headache for no reason.

Director Qi understood his thoughts and said:

"How about this, you can start as an unofficial member of the special operations team, assisting Qingtong with her cases, get used to it, and then join the team once you've developed a love for the job."

"With this contract, you will be protected. Anyone who wants to harm you will have to go through me first."

Chen Li wasn't stupid; he could tell that Old Qi intended to protect him. This unofficial status would allow him to avoid the power struggles while still receiving protection from the organization—a win-win situation.

"Thank you, Director Qi. I will do my best to serve the people of Yuncheng."

Director Qi chuckled and said:

"Sign the contract and put your fingerprint on it. Qingtong will get you a uniform later; you'll need to wear it to meetings later."

After signing the documents, Chen Li followed Song Qingtong out.

The uniform was dark blue, with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the shoulders, and the words "Special Operations Group" on the arm patch gleamed coldly under the fluorescent lights.

When Song Qingtong handed him the clothes, she glanced at him again.

"This should fit you better than a suit."

Chen Li unfolded his uniform, compared it to his own, and smirked:

"I'm used to being a carefree person, and I'm afraid the buttons will pop off if I wear a uniform."

"If it breaks, I'll sew it up for you."

After finishing her speech expressionlessly, Song Qingtong turned and walked towards the end of the corridor, saying:

"Come with me, I'll take you to see someone."

Chen Li draped his uniform over his shoulder and followed her, walking at a leisurely pace.

The corridor was lined with workspaces separated by frosted glass partitions. Some people were working at their desks, some were frowning at their computer screens, and two young people were talking quietly in front of the water dispenser. They immediately fell silent when Song Qingtong passed by.

"Did I scare them?"

Chen Li asked with a smile.

"It's because the smell of blood on you hasn't dissipated yet."

Song Qingtong changed the subject without turning her head:

"It took the cleaning team an hour to clean the floor of that conference room at Berlin International Hotel."

Chen Li did not respond.

Song Qingtong pushed open an iron door at the end of the corridor. Inside was a small monitoring room with monitors embedded in three walls and photos and documents spread out on a long table in the middle.

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was looking down at some documents when he heard the door open and looked up.

"Old Zhao, the person has been brought."

Song Qingtong said.

Old Zhao pushed up his glasses, looked Chen Li up and down, and nodded in greeting.

Chen Li nodded in response.

"Section Chief Zhao was mainly responsible for the interrogation of Tusa and the sorting out of peripheral intelligence."

Song Qingtong introduced the situation, pulled out a chair, sat down, and pointed to the seat opposite him, indicating that he should sit down as well.

Zhao Mingyuan pushed a photo in front of Chen Li and explained what Chen Li knew.

Chen Li squinted:

"What are you trying to say?"

"This is the forensic report. Tiger's fang sac is intact, and the toxicity took effect three to five seconds after ingestion. In other words, he had already crushed the fang before he spoke to you."

Zhao Mingyuan replied.

Song Qingtong frowned:

"You mean... he deliberately said those things to you before he died?"

Zhao Mingyuan nodded, summarizing the lengthy argument:

"Based on the deduction, what he said is true."

"Does Director Qi know about this?"

Chen Li asked.

Song Qingtong shook her head:

"I haven't reported it yet; further investigation is needed."

Chen Li nodded and didn't say anything more.

The matter of Tusha's interrogation was no longer Chen Li's concern; he needed to go back to heal his wounds.