Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"I can't tell you this, Mr. Big Film..."

Exusiai politely declined, but before she could finish speaking, Mostima interrupted her, saying:

"It's Mr. Wei."

Before Wayne could reply, Chen frowned, as if he had sensed something, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Wei? Which Mr. Wei?"

"Mostima, how could you reveal the client's information! That's against the rules! If the Emperor catches you, you'll have your salary docked and you'll get a scolding!"

"Exusiai asked, puzzled. Mostima casually ruffled her hair, her gaze fixed on Chen, and replied with a smile:

"How many Mr. Wei are there in Longmen? And which Mr. Wei do you think it is?"

“Wei Yanwu...”

As Chen Mo read the name aloud, Mostima's hints were clear enough; if she still couldn't guess, she'd be a fool. She was just a little impatient, not a fool; a fool couldn't be a superintendent in the Special Inspectorate.

It was commissioned by Wei Yanwu...

Wayne closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and when he opened them again, he slowly walked up to Mostima and handed her the briefcase.

If it were any other client, given Wayne's personality, he would probably have handed the box to Chen. He admires Chen; even setting aside his fondness for the in-game character, he really likes Chen's character design.

She was indeed out of place with Terra; her straightforward yet somewhat reckless personality and her unwavering pursuit of justice were admirable qualities that the people of this world needed. Her assertive declaration of the Guard Bureau's rights—"Is it right just because it's always been this way?"—further impressed Wayne.

But at this point, he had no choice but to hand the box over to Mostima.

Because the client was Wei Yanwu, and he knew what Wei Yanwu wanted to do.

The fact that the box was handed over to Penguin Logistics for secret transport is enough to show that Wei Yanwu really didn't want the contents of the box to appear in the public eye. The fact that it was suddenly attacked by an unknown group midway through the journey further proves the importance and attractiveness of the contents of the box.

Given these two characteristics and Wei Yanwu's name, it's hard for Wayne not to suspect that this is something Wei Yanwu prepared for that matter.

Handing her over to Chen wouldn't help her, it would harm her. Even if Wei Yanwu could tolerate Chen seeing what was inside, those who wanted the box wouldn't let Chen go. And even if they let Chen go, the Great Yan True Dragon wouldn't.

If what's inside truly relates to treason, anyone who knows will be targeted for elimination by the Great Yan Emperor. Wayne is confident he can protect an innocent Chen, but not one caught up in Wei Yanwu's rebellion. It's not the theft itself that's worrisome, but the thief's ambition. The Great Yan's methods are endless; if anything goes wrong, Wayne won't be able to forgive himself.

Vintella's primary goal: to save those caught in tragedy. This was a principle he set for himself; he could not accept that his momentary leniency would plunge Chen into another tragedy.

"Wayne, you!"

Seeing Mostima smile as she accepted the box, Chen became somewhat agitated. She stared at Wayne as if she wanted to question him, but Wayne spoke first:

"Don't worry, Chen. Trust me, I'll find Wei Yanwu and get to the bottom of this."

I will find out the truth from Wei Yanwu.

Mentioning Mr. Wei's name directly surprised Mostima, who was receiving the box, causing her eyes to widen in astonishment. Some things are best left unsaid, but Wayne promised Chen in front of him that he would "get things straight."

He's a liar, but Mostima could tell from that statement that he wasn't lying.

Finding out the truth would mean becoming an insider and getting caught up in this conflict. Isn't Wayne afraid?

Not afraid.

What is Wayne afraid of? Is he afraid that Wei Yanwu will say, "You know too much," and then smash a cup as a signal, summoning three hundred axemen to chop him up?

Just kidding, he doesn't have the guts.

What Wayne feared was hurting Chen's spirits.

Any sane person in the world of Terra at this moment would be thinking about how to explain to Chen the necessity of not taking the box back to the Guard Bureau, and even more so, the necessity of keeping the matter private. Because it's a tacit rule, a "politician's secret," a necessary evil on this land. For this necessary evil, a small kidnapping can be tolerated, a person's life can be sacrificed, and even the underworld of a city can be controlled by gangsters. Compared to this, what use is Chen's small, fragile sense of justice?

Sacrifice, anything is possible. For a greater goal, these things are insignificant. Wayne could have acted like Wei Yanwu, a patriarchal figure, telling Chen, "This is all for your own good. Knowing too much won't do you any good. Your current thinking is too naive; you'll understand when you grow up." But Wayne didn't want to.

Destroying a person's will is far more difficult than destroying their life, but the consequences are also far more severe. Wayne couldn't bear to watch Chen die needlessly, caught up in the vortex of youthful impetuosity, so he wanted to give the box to Mostima. But he wasn't some fanatic who only cared about saving lives without addressing their underlying emotions; he couldn't waver in his unwavering desire for justice and his genuine hope for change.

Since it might be dangerous for Chen to get involved in this mess, let Wayne handle it himself.

He went to find Wei Yanwu to find out what was in the box, to solve the case of the criminal gang that had attempted kidnapping and extortion, and to uphold the small sense of justice in Chen's heart.

With me, Wayne, no matter how big the thief, he wouldn't dare to covet the great Prince of Wales of the Aslan Royal Family of the Victorian Empire—Wayne Bruce.

Wayne walked up to Chen, raised his hand, placed it on the girl's shoulder, and brought his face close to Chen's ear, promising her word by word:

"Leave this to me."

"Your knight will serve you, Your Highness."

Chapter 45 So many women make a drama, but I'm the only one who gets hurt.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Chen shuddered, stiffly uttering incoherent syllables, and somewhat stiffly pushed Wayne away with his light, flimsy arms.

"What...what are you saying all of a sudden?!"

What do you mean by "I'll have knights serve me"? What do you mean by "Your Highness"? Don't you even blush when you say these things?! How come you're so familiar with this? How many people have you said this to?!

Hmm, it seems there aren't many princesses besides me...

Chen glanced at the people in the room who were connected to Wayne. She didn't recognize Theresa, but as for the Sarkaz, did they have a royal family? Chen wasn't sure, but in her memory, the Sarkaz had always been a disorganized bunch. They were scattered all over the land, but no one would take them in. Such a loose and despised race didn't even have a government, so how could they possibly have a princess?

Although Wei Yanwu's mission letter to her stated "the Prince of Wales with his wife...", this wife is most likely Theresa, but Theresa shouldn't be a princess.

She then looked at Vina. Vina was Queen Victoria, Wayne's sister, though they seemed to be cousins, but the two had a good relationship. However, cousins ​​shouldn't say such things. Besides, the Queen wasn't a princess, after all.

Chen glanced at Mostima again. Mostima was even less likely to do it. What princess would work as a henchman in a logistics company run by a fat penguin, especially one with questionable credentials? She wasn't a princess, and Wayne would never say that to her.

Chen seemed to have completely forgotten that she, a princess of the Great Yan Kingdom, had also lowered herself to serve as a police superintendent in the Imperial Guard.

So it seems that Wayne can only say this to himself!

Hmm! Having figured this out, Chen's mind calmed down a bit, and the small burst of anger he felt earlier turned into a small sense of relief and joy.

"Alright, since you've said so, I'll believe you. I'll wait for your good news."

Although she was still a little annoyed that Wayne had returned the briefcase to Mostima of Penguin Logistics, Wayne's words had given her an explanation and a way out. Out of respect for Wayne, Chen accepted the offer. This wasn't against her principle of eliminating evil; she simply believed Wayne could fulfill his promise and give her a satisfactory answer.

After all, he was a knight she valued and respected!

Chen gave Mostima a warning look, then looked away and turned to leave Ansor's house. Since he couldn't get the safe, there was no point in staying any longer. He should go back to the Guard Bureau to organize the existing evidence and see if he could access the nearby surveillance footage.

Mostima watched Chen's retreating figure with some surprise, then glanced meaningfully at Wayne, who was clearly talking to Chen. Before leaving, in front of Theresa and Vina, she mischievously stuck out her tongue and provocatively licked her lips, saying:

"Long time no see, Mr. Wayne. It seems you've been secretly doing quite a few 'good' things behind my back these past few days!"

As she spoke, she imitated Wayne's actions, suddenly leaning close to Wayne's ear and blowing air into it while saying:

"What did they swindle this time? Gold coins? Power? Or an innocent, pitiful girl?"

Mostima lightly touched Wayne's ear with her tongue. Due to the angle, neither Vina nor Theresa saw Mostima's subtle movement. The next second, the fallen angel, who was striding towards the succubus, withdrew her tiptoe, took a step back, gave Wayne a triumphant look, and turned to walk towards the door.

Wayne's eyelids twitched, and he immediately spoke:

"Eh, what do you mean, 'long time no see'? Miss [Not Mostima], have we met before?"

"Or has Miss 'Not Mostima' finally admitted that she is Mostima? That's really a headache. I remember Miss Mostima and I made some promises, but I've forgotten them. Why don't you help me remember?"

Mostima, halfway down the road, suddenly stopped, turned her head, and glared at Vayne. Just as Vayne thought she was about to do something, she sped up, flashed past Exusiai, and disappeared through the doorway in a flash. She ran away!

Wayne crossed his arms triumphantly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Hmph, you little brat. You think you can bully me? I bet you don't know Prince Wei has four ears!

What does it mean to swindle money, power, and even a naive young girl? This is the first time I've seen someone use their own dark past to mock others. Can you even touch me? I, Wayne, am standing right here, and I'll shout three times: Who dares to hurt me? Who dares to hurt me? Who dares to hurt me?!

Vina's Lion Claw Kung Fu arrived unexpectedly, and this time, she even threw in Theresa's Demon Claw Kung Fu as a bonus. Attacking from both sides, Wayne was driven to the brink of death.

Vina & Theresa: I dare to hurt you!

Exusiai stared blankly at Mostima disappearing down the stairs, then turned to look at Wayne, who had scared Mostima away with just three sentences, her eyes gleaming with intense curiosity. She hesitated for a moment, then instead of leaving, she pulled a business card from her pocket, walked up to Wayne, and handed it to him, whose expression was contorted as he was being silently tortured by Theresia and Vina. She introduced herself cheerfully:

"My codename is [Exusiai], a courier for Penguin Logistics. And this Mr. Golden Felin, whose connection to Mostima is unknown, feel free to contact me if you need anything in Lungmen. Penguin Logistics handles all services including armed escort, covert transport, hostage rescue, guarding, security, and assault operations. Penguin Logistics, mission accomplished!"

She paused briefly, half-covered her mouth with her hand, and whispered to Wayne:

“I sometimes drink at the ‘End of the Earth’ bar. If you’re free, remember to come find me. I’m curious about your story with Mostima. You have to come and tell me! I can pay for the drinks.”

Exusiai said urgently, even using her own salary as payment for drinks!

There was no way around it; Mostima never talked to her about what she did outside. Exusiai, being so lively, had long been restless with curiosity about this. And even Chen Huijie could tell that the relationship between this golden giant Felin and Mostima was definitely not ordinary. Asking him about it would surely be no problem!

Besides, he seemed quite interesting. In Exusiai's memory, although Mostima wasn't very talkative, Vayne was the only one who dared to talk back to Mostima and make her afraid to talk back.

What an interesting man!

Exusiai loves fun and exciting things the most.

He waved to Wayne, and Exusiai smiled as she jogged out of the Dark Seer's house to chase after Mostima.

As soon as they left, Theresa and Vina immediately stood in front of Wayne. Both of them had smiles on their faces, but to Wayne, their smiles were rather eerie.

"I think I can explain it."

Wayne said weakly, but Theresa and Vina remained unmoved.

"Alright then, don't hit my face, and don't hit my kidneys. You guys can't bear to."

Hiding in the corner with a camera, An Suo watched the scene unfold before him, trembling with fear.

I need to call the Guard Bureau; it's urgent.

What? Chen answered the phone, and after listening, she said to kick it a couple more times?

That's fine.

Chapter Forty-Six: Doubts of the Inspectorate

Da Yan, Longmen, top floor of the Elizabeth Hotel.

The Elizabeth Grand Hotel is found all over Terra, from its headquarters in the heart of Victoria to the commercial streets of Columbia, Silicon Valley, and Londo. This family business, run by the Aslan family, whose bloodline has become so diluted that even the Northern Kings are too lazy to kill them, has unknowingly become the benchmark for tourism accommodation and guest reception in the entire Terra.

This time, however, the main characters were not Wayne and his group, who hadn't even entered the Elizabeth Hotel all day, but another group of guests of similar high status.

"How's the investigation going?"

The portly man, his entire body concealed in a red robe, spoke in a deep, booming voice to the man who had secretly returned to the camp.

"Lord Xia Zhi, we've lost them."

"Lost them?"