Arknights, are you a good person?

Qi Yuan stared at the black wooden stick that was about the same length as his forearm. There was a dragon head carved on the top of the stick, which looked lifelike, and majesty flowed silently between its scales and claws.

The dark dragon eyes were dotted, giving people the illusion that they were being watched all the time.

This is a four-clawed dragon.

In Dayan, only the royal family can use the five-clawed dragon pattern, and the four-clawed dragon is the highest standard among the common people.

As we all know, the national treasure counterfeiters are basically after big news. Sometimes even a five-clawed golden dragon cannot satisfy them, and they would like to create a nine-clawed golden dragon pattern. This honest and introverted four-clawed dragon looks very convincing.

She is so honest, unlike those slutty girls out there.

So, it doesn’t look fake.

Qi Yuan was a little confused and wanted to pick up the stick that symbolized the emperor of the Longmen underworld to take a closer look. Croissant picked it up first and asked in confusion:

"How come I've never heard of it?"

"Because that's history, and history has no impact on life."

Texas patted the thick book "History of the Founding of Longmen City - A Great Miracle in Terra's Commercial History" on his knees.

"If you look at the history of Longmen's founding, you will notice that Longmen, which was gradually becoming prosperous, was troubled by the increasingly serious public security problems. The Imperial Guard Bureau at that time did not have the bad reputation it has today. Launching an emperor of the Longmen underground world was a good way to balance the situation."

"And the emperor must have a crown and a scepter."

Texas spoke in a cold tone, like a storyteller without any emotion, but Croissant became more and more nervous as he listened. His cheeks flushed and he breathed slightly. The stick in his hand seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

"How valuable is this thing?"

Croissant was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands.

“It’s not worth much.”

Texas ruthlessly shattered her fantasy: "The solidity of imperial power lies in the ability of the emperor, and has nothing to do with symbols. The period of wild growth of the Longmen underworld ended earlier than anyone imagined."

The Texas story ends.

She did not say how the turmoil ended, because from decades ago to the present, there has been only one emperor in the underground world of Longmen, and that person is not a lost history, but the living present.

And [now] does not need to be remembered.

From then until today, every moment of the long years, just saying that name can make the air heavy.

"Mr. Rat King?"

The Archangel scratched his head and asked, "Did he make something like this when he was young?"

Croissant breathed a sigh of relief and put the dragon head stick back on the table.

Handle with care.

"He was probably unsure at the time, so he carved a dragon head stick as a token to command the gang. But when he really became the emperor of the underworld, he no longer needed it. The stick was passed around and ended up in the inner world of Dayan. Today, it was sent back to Longmen by Penguin Logistics, and was immediately snatched away."

Texas hooked the ends of his hair with his index finger and twisted them gently.

She doesn't understand.

What's the point of stealing this thing?

Could it be that he felt that the Rat King had lived too long, already in his seventies, while the Rat King's daughter had only graduated from college a few years ago and was not yet fully grown, and that the Dragon Gate Underground World was like a broken house, and that a light kick would...

It would be too naive.

Croissant also felt a little awkward and subconsciously looked at Qi Yuan, only to find that he looked as if he was in a trance. He was clearly here, but his mind was absent.

She sighed to herself.

Even if she was given a big surprise, a newcomer is still a newcomer after all.

Qi Yuan's sense of belonging to Penguin Logistics is not as strong as those of the old people. He can be distracted even in a meeting that concerns life and death.

Indeed, they should find a way to save themselves.

……

……

Qi Yuan didn't ignore it on purpose, he was just being careless.

Halfway through the meeting, praise for high morals suddenly came as a reminder that public morality was changing.

Qi Yuan turned around and saw that the three of them were still chattering and exchanging opinions on the issues of the Longmen underground world. Qi Yuan considered himself to be a person without vision, so he did not participate in the discussion and simply distracted himself by looking at the system.

In a week's work at the bar, he earned a total of 260 points of public morality.

This result is amazing, almost equivalent to the amount he usually helps others in a month.

Mainly thanks to the free and easy-going nature of the Penguin Logistics employees, Qi Yuan looked so out of place, and Mr. Yis was amazed every time he saw her.

Even so, there is still a long way to go before the lottery.

Now, the story of how he arrested someone in the morning was being spread all over the Guard Bureau, and his public morality was soaring, easily breaking through 500 and heading towards 1000 points.

Compared to the last time we caught the thief and brought him to the Guards Bureau, the results this time were incredibly good.

In terms of the number of thieves caught, there was no difference between the two operations. The only variable was that Qi Yuan joined Penguin Logistics.

You've come to the right place.

Watching the numbers grow seemed addictive. Qi Yuan waited slowly. Public morality seemed to be rushing up tirelessly and soon broke through the 800 mark.

900...

950...

980...

1000!

Without delaying gratification for a moment, Qi Yuan began to reward himself in public.

A bright light flashed.

【Sun Fist】

[Put your hands on your forehead, concentrate your mind, and produce a burst of intense light that instantly blinds anyone who sees it. No CD.]

Flashbang?

Qi Yuan read the skill description carefully and confirmed that it was correct.

Unlike powerful and direct attack skills, this type of control and stiffness skill requires more operation, but if operated properly, it can produce better results than direct attacks.

For example, using sand to tie up Chen would definitely bring more shame than directly defeating her.

The problem is operation.

The previous skill was control, and this time it is again, Qi Yuan also wants a powerful and direct attack skill.

For example, the light of the knife.

For example, boxing.

Qi Yuan lowered his head to think about the use of the Sun Fist, but Texas suddenly spoke up: "Qi Yuan, you have not been in Penguin Logistics for long, what do you think?"

"Our Penguin Logistics is really amazing!"

Qi Yuan blurted out: "I only regret joining too late. I should have submitted my resume as soon as I arrived at Longmen."

"Just savor it..."

Texas felt a little uncomfortable, and his tail was a little puffy. "I'm asking what you think about this matter."

"Since they want the dragon head stick so much, just give it to them."

Qi Yuan said with a relaxed look: "I want to know, when Penguin Logistics breaks through the heavy defenses and throws the stick directly at the boss's face, do they have the courage to take it back?"

"War? It sounds exciting!"

Angel of Power said eagerly that she was quite angry after being followed and attacked twice without any reason.

"It's not a war, it's a special express delivery operation." Qi Yuan corrected.

"You want to attack directly?"

Texas frowned and poured cold water on him:

"Without intelligence, we have no idea where the robbery gang is, how many people there are, or what forces are involved. If we jump in headfirst, things may get completely out of control."

If she had intelligence, she could quickly arrange deployment and carry out an efficient annihilation counterattack.

But without intelligence, they are like a group of blind people.

In this situation, Qi Yuan actually suggested that everyone rush in regardless of the consequences?

It's just nonsense.

"intelligence?"

Qi Yuan was a little confused: "Aren't there professionals here?"

"You mean Is?"

Texas sighed softly:

"If you had not sent the people you captured this morning to the Imperial Guards, but had handed them over to Mr. Is, you would have been able to get relevant intelligence tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I would have conducted a field investigation, and a complete operational plan would have been drawn up within four days. Unfortunately, there is no if."

"So troublesome?"

Qi Yuan hesitated: "What I mean is that these things can be handed over to other professionals, and we don't need to worry about them."

"other people?"

Texas wondered: "Where in the world can I find such a useful tool man?"

As they were talking, the welcoming wind chimes at the bar entrance suddenly rang, catching Penguin Logistics off guard.

"Is Qi Yuan here?"

"Everyone from Penguin Logistics?"

"I'm here to deliver intelligence on behalf of the Imperial Guard Bureau."

"..."

They were speechless and looked at each other.

Texas was silent for a while, glanced at Qi Yuan who looked calm, and slowly said, "That seems to be Officer Xingxiong's voice, right?"

You call this a tool?

017: Officer Xingxiong doesn't seem very friendly

"I was wondering why no one responded after I called out for so long, I guess they're having a meeting here."

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

The door of the staff lounge was slowly pushed open, and a pink horn came in from high up, followed by loose green hair and a tall body. Xingxiong smiled condescendingly at everyone, forcing them to look up.

Xingxiong is a member of the ghost tribe, and is 1.84 meters tall including his body and horns.

Anyone in front of Xingxiong will naturally be shorter than him.

Coupled with the huge triangular shield with a ferocious ghost face on it, people would involuntarily speak more politely.

"Is this the headquarters of Penguin Logistics? It looks quite normal. I thought it would be similar to the hideouts of biker gangs." Xingxiong looked around the furnishings in the employee lounge, looking for a reliable place to place his shield.

"The old nest, the hideout..."

Croissant sipped the croissant carefully, feeling a little unhappy.

Was this wording intentional or accidental? Why does it feel like it's targeting Penguin Logistics?

Exia came to the rescue, "Don't worry, Star Sir was born in the Longmen street gang, and he's a very good motorcycle rider. He compared Texas to the gang, probably to praise Texas's superb driving skills, and those words are just old habits."

"Can it still be like this?"

Croissant was greatly surprised, his pupils widened, and he couldn't help but observe Xingxiong more carefully.

Upon closer inspection, Xingxiong does have the temperament of a gangster, especially like a high-level thug or a bodyguard for a gangster's daughter.

"Stop looking at me."

Xingxiong finally found a good position. He took two steps at a time and came to the corner of the wall. He gently put down the triangular shield. The floor shook three times in an instant, making a dull sound that made one's teeth ache, as if it had been hit by a meteorite falling from the sky.