The male supporting character was actually myself.

"It's over so quickly?" Benson, who was reading the newspaper, stood up when he saw this and said, "I'll go tidy up. You guys should go home and wash up and go to bed early."

“Daniel wants to solve this in another way,” Joyce stopped him. “You should go and rest, Uncle Benson. I’ll handle the rest.”

The night was both short and long.

As dawn broke, former Special Envoy Sergeant Oliver Rowland stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his appearance under the dim light.

He looked at his neat hair and slightly graying beard in the mirror and sighed inwardly.

Oliver took out his crisply ironed uniform from the closet and dressed himself impeccably.

It's been almost thirty years since I put on this uniform at the age of twenty. Yet the oath of loyalty I took when I joined the company now seems like a joke.

His Majesty the King can only be a puppet in the capital county.

Colleagues who once belonged to the police system either defected to the powerful gangsters and became fake cops, or tried to fulfill their duties but ended up like moths to a flame.

If I want to maintain my high salary and status and survive comfortably in this chaotic world, I can only do something to prove my abilities.

Today is the crucial moment when the first shot is fired.

Oliver dressed and checked his pocket watch; it was still early.

He took out the file folder he had already looked through many times from the drawer, opened the stack of documents again, put on his glasses, and looked at them carefully.

"Joyce Irving, prime suspect."

Oliver ran his fingers over the other person's detailed information, his gaze sweeping over the handsome photo of him enlisting in the army, and he frowned slightly.

According to the information, Ed Irving is the head of the Irving family.

However, intelligence suggests that Joyce is in charge of family affairs. It seems that there is some discord among the Owen brothers, who started out collecting protection money. This could be a good starting point to deal with them in the future.

Today wasn't that complicated.

Let's test the waters first to see if the intelligence is accurate and reliable.

Furthermore, the most important thing is to hurry up and find that batch of weapons for the newly joined boss.

The morning mist enveloped the streets.

It was still early, and apart from the occasional worker hurrying by carrying goods, there were hardly any people on the street.

"Hoo..." Joyce, wearing a dark blue octagonal hat, exhaled a breath of white air and strode towards the Blue Shell Bar.

He ordered a batch of goods last week, and he needs to inspect them in person.

Being the head of a gangster family is no easy task.

He has to worry about all kinds of matters, big and small, from top to bottom, especially since he has an older brother who is not very clear-headed, simple-minded, and prone to causing trouble, which can be quite a headache at times.

[Mission: Rescue Joyce from being taken away by the fake police. Reward: One-time use B-grade item.]

The little white cat hurriedly reminded, "Host, the mission has been issued! Let's hurry up and catch up with the protagonist. We can't let such a good brother really get into trouble."

However, the script states "killed by random shootings," indicating that it is still very dangerous.

I've found a few useful items, so don't worry, Host!

"You have so little confidence in me?" Jiang Chen rubbed his face and smiled lightly. "Do you think the original owner survived on the battlefield because of some kind of halo?"

He walked quickly across the street and stopped in front of the Blue Shell Bar.

As Joyce turned the corner, three burly men blocked his way.

A fake policeman in uniform stood behind them with his hands behind his back; clearly, he was the one giving orders.

One against four?

Joyce glanced at the weapon in the other man's hand, and just as his right hand reached for his waist, a pistol was pressed against his forehead. "Hey kid, we need to talk somewhere else."

His instinctive action of drawing his gun froze, and he sneered, "Threatening me here? Are you serious?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Two burly men stepped forward, intending to subdue him.

As he was thinking about how to resist, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure taking a few steps towards him out of the corner of his eye!

No! No! Daniel!

Joyce was startled, but kept her expression completely unchanged.

A two-on-four brute force approach is absolutely not going to work!

They were all physically strong and experienced former police officers, with ample firearms and ammunition, which would be very disadvantageous for their side in the event of a gunfight.

Before he could even make a move to attract the other party's attention, Daniel untied his tie with one hand and grabbed the neck of the fake police leader, who was wearing a crisp uniform, from behind. The next second, a long razor cut a long gash across the man's face, from his right eyebrow to his cheek.

Bright red blood gushed out immediately; the sudden attack, pain, and tension caused Oliver to scream.

"boom!"

Almost simultaneously, the unexpected turn of events caused the tense, burly man to instinctively pull the trigger.

Joyce, with a gun to his forehead, reacted much faster. While his brother was subduing the enemy leader and cutting him, he grabbed the strong man's hand and pointed the gun upwards.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Gunshots rang out in the deserted street, and soon people rushed out with weapons to check the situation.

Jiang Chen gripped Oliver's neck tightly, brandished the gun in his right hand, and said casually, "If you want your head to stay intact, you'd better make them all put down their guns."

The three burly men, armed with guns, immediately took a step back in a defensive posture, aimed their swaying gun barrels at Jiang Chen, then at Joyce, and then at Jiang Chen again.

Kidnapping their boss on gang territory was exciting enough, but then they were discovered and almost had a shootout. The three fake police officers were so nervous that they might fire indiscriminately at the slightest sound.

“Well done, lad.” Joyce said casually, pointing his gun at the three burly men. “Do you still want to talk?”

The fake policemen's eyes all drifted toward their superior, Oliver.

At this moment, blood was seeping out from between his hands, which were covering his right cheek.

"Host, the character list has been updated!" The little white cat trembled with fear and said in a trembling voice, "The mission is complete. This Oliver Roland is an important figure."

He used to be a special chief inspector, responsible for investigating various classified incidents.

His situation is awkward after the country was torn apart. Now that he has just joined a new master, he needs to show his strength and establish his prestige.

However, it didn't specify who he had allied himself with, nor did it state what he intended to do.

Within minutes of the gunshots, a number of people with weapons surrounded them.

“Relax, guys.” Oliver said calmly, his face burning with pain. “I really just want to talk.”

Jiang Chen tightened his grip even more, "Heh, wearing this uniform to kidnap people, how ironic."

What were you doing while we were bleeding and sweating on the battlefield?

You are dividing up and reaping the spoils of victory that others sacrificed for!

The country is gone;

Our king, whom we fought and risked our lives to serve, has abandoned all his subjects;

The police officers who upheld their duties have been killed by yourselves.

Look down at the badge on your chest; do you remember your oath?

"I have not betrayed my beliefs!" Oliver said through gritted teeth, his face flushed. "I have never done anything to dishonor this uniform!"

Chapter Seven Daniel, You've Changed

Oliver, panting heavily, stared at Joyce like a trapped beast and said, "Even now, I still fight to maintain order!"

"Haha!" Joyce gave a perfunctory laugh, pointing at the residents who were peeking out from the street, patting their chests and laughing, "Look at the people around you."

When they were being burned, killed, and looted, were you the ones maintaining order?

No, it's us who collected protection money.

When men rush to the battlefield, are you the ones protecting women and children?

No, Sheriff.

It's the women of our Owen family protecting them!

What are you doing?

He rode a tall horse, wearing a crisp uniform and carrying a gun, and circled the streets once, receiving a stable weekly salary. Then he reported: "All is well and everything is normal."

Seriously, Sheriff.

If relying on you is truly useful, do you think anyone would still willingly pay protection money to us for protection?

In this time of great chaos, you come here in uniform to threaten and kidnap me, claiming you are maintaining order?

Seriously, if you ever find yourself in dire straits, please come to me.

You can tell jokes in my bar, and business will definitely be booming.

Let him go, Daniel. Our family has always acted with integrity and honesty. If you have anything to discuss, come find me at Blue Shell Bar.

Don't resort to such sneaky, underhanded tactics.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen released his grip.

Oliver then realized who had attacked him; the man resembled Joyce somewhat, but was younger and colder.

“Daniel Irving.” He took a handkerchief from his pocket, covered his wound, and nodded. “I’ll remember you.”

"This scar will remain on your face for the rest of your life as a 'trophy' from your attempt to kidnap Joyce," Jiang Chen said with a light laugh as he lit a cigarette. "You really should remember it."

Of course, it's okay if you can't remember.

I will continue to make a deeper impression on you in the future.

The burly men, who were so nervous they almost peed their pants, slunk away with Oliver. Joyce gestured for everyone to disperse, then dragged his brother and knocked on the door of the Blue Shell Bar.

"Good morning, Mr. Owen... And who is this?" The bartender, Merritt, yawned and looked at the two men with gloomy faces with a blank expression, and hurriedly invited them in.

Joyce glanced at him. "Where's John? You shouldn't be on duty today."

Merritt, clearly still half asleep, clumsily moved the chair aside and replied, "Mr. Ed asked me to be on duty today. I said, 'You usually have John on the early shift.'"

But Mr. Ed said that he was the boss and everyone had to follow his orders…

"Get us two bottles of wine." Joyce rolled her eyes, not wanting to comment on her older brother's idiotic behavior.