Chapter 52 Major Crimes Unit

"Old Chen, tell me, what should we do now?"
Zheng Zhihao looked at Chen Yilei with a bitter expression.
Having witnessed Shen Zhiyu's miraculous methods in solving cases, Zheng Zhihao was filled with deep regret.
He did not need Shen Zhiyu to maintain such miracles all the time; as long as he could play a useful role occasionally, he would be more than satisfied. After all, one could not demand from others what one could not achieve oneself.
"I suggested to the chief that we form a special criminal investigation team, drawing the most elite personnel from the municipal bureau—"

The officers also remembered their duties, scattered with flushed faces, and scolded the soldiers under their command to get back to work.

This was a high-risk, high-return challenge. A loss could mean complete bankruptcy, instantly setting them back to the pre-liberation days and forcing Xiao Yan to experience once again the misfortune of falling from heaven to hell during his youth.

Without a word, I drew my gun and fired bang, bang, bang at this monster, emptying the entire magazine. True to my expectation, the bullets failed to inflict the slightest bit of damage on him. They struck his body with a succession of clinking sounds and simply bounced right off.

This rule applied even to the royal family; no exceptions were made. Even as the crown prince of the empire, my marriage had been arranged long in advance.

Within the Kunlun Immortal Palace, the Holy Son of Luofu, the Holy Son of Xumi, and the Holy Son of Xundu each formed their own factions, and many disciples of the immortal palace joined them, not even sparing the elders.

What made Lin Feng frown even more was that these domestic servants were already accomplished cultivators, with the lowest among them having reached the sixth layer of Qi refinement.

"Fine, you refuse to move, don't you?" I stared at that fellow, who remained motionless while guarding the child. From the way his eyes darted left and right, it seemed he was still pondering how to snatch the child away and escape from the encirclement.

"That dangerous?" Evidently, she was startled by my words, and her brows knitted tightly together.

"I, Ishikawa, detest receiving favors from others the most in my life. If I receive a favor, I naturally must repay it manifold. Be that as it may, I won't need to pay too much heed to these two individuals from now on. My sole purpose in coming here is to search with all my might for the fifth-tier Earth Fire," Ishikawa muttered inwardly.

Faced with such a bizarre situation, to say nothing of the Kunlun Immortal Palace disciples and the visiting cultivators, even the masters of the various peaks who knew that Muhan possessed the Soul-Devouring Immortal Palace found it difficult to comprehend. Turning over various causes in their minds to explain this phenomenon, they ultimately could only attribute it to Muhan's extraordinary innate talent.

Remember everything? Would that mean she might recall her past with Ye Yunfei... Unconsciously, Zhao Linxiu hoped deep down that she would not recover her memories—it would be best if she forgot forever and never thought of Ye Yunfei again.

They also forgot to perceive chakra; after all, given that this was their first actual combat, their psychological resilience still left much to be desired, and both Shikaru and Choji had completely lost their composure.

Along the way, Shi An's mouth never stopped. Who knows what she was even blabbering about; she just spoke whatever came to mind, blurting out whatever whimsical thoughts crossed her lips. Since there were no outsiders around, she might as well speak boldly. Lin Che simply walked alongside her, matching her energy with gentle agreement and providing her with reactions.

"Please invite the old master in." Qi Yansixi spoke faintly, washing her hands before heading to the main hall to see Qi Side.

That noble and elegant First Beauty of the Divine Capital now had shoulders letting in the draft and thighs leaking electricity.

An air of gloom and arrogance permeated between this man's brows, making him look at a glance like someone difficult to get along with. After exchanging a brief glance with him, he casually averted his gaze, radiating a condescending contempt akin to an emperor wielding the power of life and death.

Jiang Youwei could not possibly go to the neighborhood committee for help and ask them to arrange a job for him; he merely needed a suitable job to brush off those people in the quadrangle courtyard, and that would be more than enough.

Over the past two years, she had suddenly quieted down, and he now had a son. However, his father had encountered a formidable opponent over on his side, an adversary who constantly made things difficult for the Han family. In recent years, his father had warned him not to cause any trouble, and keeping the bigger picture in mind, he had chosen to endure it for the time being.