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

Surtr initially wanted to agree; she hadn't thought much of it and was quite confident in her abilities. However, Mudrock was always right, so upon hearing Mudrock's suggestion, Surtr nodded without much thought.

"Yes, let's wait here."

Kal'tsit glanced at the two of them, and especially saw the growing suspicion turning hostile in Mudrock's eyes, and couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself.

It seems we've been misunderstood.

Well, I'll just wait here. It'll only be two hours at most. It won't get dark that quickly.

"Ah."

She nodded and put her phone back in her bag.

..........

"Wayne, did you manage to get a taxi?"

"No, it's Sunday today, there's a traffic jam. Not to mention taxis, these cars are moving slower than us. Why don't we walk?"

Wayne pointed to a scene filled with honking horns, but not a single car was moving forward, and complained.

It has that vibe, that feeling of being stuck in traffic in a past life.

Seeing this, Theresa could only nod helplessly.

"Okay, let's walk! I'll send a message to Kal'tsit."

Chapter 114 The Pursuit!

Finally able to step out of the Guard Bureau's gates, Jingzhe stretched lazily. If it weren't for the heavy red robe that was so conspicuous, her elegant figure would surely have turned heads among the crowds coming and going at the entrance of the Guard Bureau building.

"The air outside is so much better!"

Jingzhe took a deep breath. Although they had no worries about food and drink in the Guard Bureau, the most important thing for them was freedom. Being locked up and losing their freedom was something they found even harder to accept than losing their official positions.

Thinking of this, Jingzhe clenched her fists in righteous indignation and couldn't help but say, "When I get back to the capital, I'm going to file a complaint against that bastard Wei Yanwu!"

Xia Zhi glanced at Jing Zhe in surprise, which angered the usually eloquent and well-mannered Jing Zhe to the point of swearing. Wei Yanwu was, in a sense, one of the best.

"Don't worry, since Wei Yanwu dared to let us out, it means the situation has definitely changed. Either there's some reason he had to let us out, or..."

After waiting for ages without getting the second half of the phrase "summer solstice," the person on the day of Jingzhe rolled their eyes.

The team leader is the type who likes to only say half of what he means. The rest is up to the others to guess. But thankfully, this time it wasn't too hard to guess.

The only reason Wei Yanwu dared to release them, besides having no other choice, was that he "no longer needed to be confined." If Wei Yanwu had already handled the matter properly, no longer needed to restrict the actions of the Censorate, and was confident that the Censorate wouldn't find anything, then he would naturally release them to avoid being detained for too long and giving others grounds for criticism.

But this also means that even if Jingzhe impeaches Wei Yanwu to the court, he probably won't be able to find any more evidence.

Jingzhe sighed deeply. The joy of finally regaining her freedom was instantly halved, leaving her with only a sliver of hope, muttering to herself:

"...Sigh. I hope it's the first one. Someone forced him to release us."

Xia Zhi nodded: "We still have to submit a memorial. This time, the Court of Judicial Review lost, but we lost unjustly. Wei Yanwu has too many allies... Here's what we'll do: Jingzhe, go to the rendezvous area right now, find a caravan, and have them leave the city tonight to return to the capital and report this matter to His Majesty. Even if there's no evidence, you still have to report it. Although it's the censors' prerogative to report based on hearsay, I can take responsibility if necessary."

Jingzhe nodded solemnly. This was a weighty order, potentially even affecting the future historical trajectory of Longmen City. But once the official business was finished, Jingzhe asked with some concern:

"And what about you, Captain?"

“I’m going back to the Elizabeth Hotel to find Xiaoxue.” Xia Zhi closed her eyes, her face expressionless. “I have to stay in Lungmen, otherwise Wei Yanwu won’t feel at ease. Although he let us out of the Guard Bureau, someone of us still has to stay in this cage of Lungmen.”

Jingzhe understood Xiazhi's thoughts perfectly well. Although she felt reluctant, she knew the importance of the matter. She was not the kind of girl who was sentimental. As a member of a prestigious family with the bloodline of Qilin, the concept of family, country, and the world was unshakable in her heart. She clasped her hands in a fist and bowed respectfully, saying, "Understood." Then she turned and ran away.

The shuttle area is almost an entire city away, but she doesn't plan to take a taxi.

Longmen is Wei Yanwu's city, and he has eyes and ears everywhere, especially in the service industry. Who knows if there are cameras in the taxis connected to the computer on Wei Yanwu's desk? If he finds out that she has quietly gone to the transfer area and is preparing to leave Longmen, then she will not be able to leave!

It's rush hour now, and as long as she blends into the crowd, the bustling crowd will be her best cover. No matter how good the eyes and spies are, they can't pinpoint a person's location precisely in the constantly moving, intersecting, and changing crowd.

Xia Zhi watched her walk away from behind, feeling a sense of unease for some reason.

Did I forget something?

After thinking for a long time without any clue, he could only suppress his doubts and turn to leave in the direction of the hotel.

.............

"Aren't there too many people from Longmen?"

When Theresa said this, it wasn't with a tone of disdain, but with amazement.

Looking at the crowds that were so dense you couldn't see a single gap in the street, Theresa felt as if she were seeing the scene from the ancient texts about the High Priestess of Kazdel. But this was just one city.

Wayne shook his head, stood in front of her, and led her through the crowd with ease.

“This is nothing. I’ve traveled roads that are ten times more crowded than this.”

"Mr. Bruce, are you exaggerating? Even in Londinium before your father started the Wars of the Roses, the crowds during the Lateran Christmas, the biggest holiday of the year, weren't this large. Let alone now." Theresa looked unconvinced.

Wayne rolled his eyes, but he didn't offer any explanation.

This is not Theresa's fault; she has never seen the Great Wall during the National Day celebrations.

That was a real sea of ​​people; compared to that, it was just a rush hour. Wayne used to have to squeeze through crowds every day.

However, Theresa, aren't you being a little careless? By saying that, you're revealing your age again.

Wayne never dared to ask Theresa's age; asking a woman's age was a taboo, especially in a world like Terra where everyone was an old monster.

Still not quite there in the moment, Theresa blinked when Wayne didn't answer, thinking he was indeed bragging. Just as she was about to say something, she was suddenly bumped in the waist.

"what!"

With a startled cry, Theresa stumbled and caught Wayne. Wayne turned around, took Theresa's hand, and looked at the striking red robe and the curved, forked slit.

"The Awakening of Insects?"

Hearing someone call his name, Jingzhe shuddered, looked up, his face stiffened, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Wayne?"

This is truly a case of the devil opening the door for the devil, the devil has come to his doorstep. Last time, I walked right into Wayne's trap, putting on a show of the Dali Temple's online solicitation, and now it's happening again?

She quickly lowered her head, not daring to say anything more, and darted forward. As expected of a true Yan citizen, her speed in weaving through the crowd was no less than that of Wayne, who was dragging Theresa.

Wayne raised an eyebrow, looking at Jingzhe who had turned and run away, somewhat puzzled.

Am I really that scary?

It was just a coincidence, so Wayne didn't think much of the little incident and continued heading towards the transfer area with Theresa.

After walking for five minutes, Wayne and Jingzhe's expressions changed.

Wayne's expression was strange, while Jingzhe's was panicked; they both uttered the same sentence simultaneously:

Why is this person keeping following me (blocking my way)?

Wayne quickened his pace, wanting to catch up with Jingzhe, say hello, and ask what was going on, but Jingzhe was even faster. She even used lightning magic to suddenly increase her speed, widening the distance again the moment Wayne approached her.

Just as Wayne was wondering what was going on, a gunshot rang out late in the morning.

"boom!"

Wayne abruptly stopped, his pupils contracted, and he swallowed hard as he looked at the bullet that was less than three inches in front of him.

This was the spot where Jingzhe stood just now; this is where I stand now.

Someone wants to kill someone!

Moreover, the target is either the Awakening of Insects or oneself!

Chapter 115 Because I'm a Red-Faced Cat!

In broad daylight, in the middle of the street, someone actually shot and stabbed someone?

Has the security situation in Longmen deteriorated to this extent?

After a brief moment of surprise, Wayne forced himself to calmly take a step back. He hadn't noticed where his attacker was, but that didn't matter. In this situation, all he had to do was pretend to be someone caught off guard and startled, and then naturally shout something at the sky:

"Who fired the shot? [Stop shooting!]"

A flash of golden light appeared in his eyes, attracting the attention of those around him and causing a moment of panic among the crowd, but at least the danger was temporarily averted.

Wayne couldn't just shout "Get out!" or "Robbers, get out!" because he couldn't be sure where the assassin was. If he rashly shouted "Get out!", the result would likely not be the robbers coming out, but everyone on the street lying down, huddled together, and rolling away.

The scene was so spectacular that Wayne's carefully concealed identity as a mental warlock could be exposed in an instant.

It would be better to just shout "Stop fighting!" Most people don't intend to start a fight anyway. This order would have little effect on them. But for the murderer, "Stop fighting!" could be fatal. Firearms aren't something that can be dealt with quickly. In Lungmen City, where live ammunition is prohibited, Wei Yanwu has to give an explanation for recklessly using firearms for assassination!

"Theresia, call Wei Yanwu!"

As Wayne took out his phone and dialed Chen's number, he instructed Theresa to tell Wei Yanwu about it. While dialing, Wayne suddenly remembered something, looked up in the direction Jingzhe had left, and saw the Dali Temple Inspector, whose elegance was entirely concealed within her red robes, staring blankly in Wayne's direction. When Wayne turned and their eyes met, she snapped out of her daze and turned to run towards the distant rendezvous area.

“Wayne, Jingzhe, she....."

Theresa also noticed Jingzhe's unusual behavior. Wayne watched her retreating figure and nodded slightly.

"She probably knows something."

"Should I go after them?"

“No need,” Wayne said. “Have Kal’tsit wait for her in the docking area. If I’m not mistaken, she probably wants to leave Lungmen. She’ll meet Kal’tsit there.”

Theresa nodded and did as she was told.

...........

"Ding dong."

New information?

Kal'tsit took out her phone, and unsurprisingly, it was a message from Theresa.

"Too much traffic? You walked here?"

Kal'tsit glanced speechlessly at Surtr and Mudrock in the distance. The two of them, having nothing to do, had already sat down in a corner and were now playing tic-tac-toe on the floor to pass the time.

Kal'tsit used to play with them too. But she stopped after a couple of games. A game you can't lose is pointless. Tic-Tac-Toe is just too easy for Kal'tsit to win. Even with the disadvantageous second move, a draw isn't a problem.

I find international chess or Chinese chess more interesting. She's not very good at Go. It's less about brainpower and more about temperament. A game with a Go master can take months or a year, and with an immortal, it can take at least ten years. It's pointless. Kal'tsit doesn't have that much time to waste.

She quickly skipped over the useless notifications from Theresa, such as "almost there," "on the way," and "already out of the core city," and jumped directly to the new message at the end. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes as she looked at the string of text.

"Jingzhe? Who is that?"

Kal'tsit hadn't visited Yan for a very long time—over a century. This was partly due to her immense busyness over the past hundred years, and partly because she wasn't adept at dealing with the people of Yan. While the country had few remaining gods, most of whom were controlled by the court, the number of immortals was simply overwhelming. Despite being a modern nation, the immortals didn't choose seclusion like Victoria; they were highly engaged in society, holding important positions in various strata, and a small portion even blending into the lives of ordinary people.