Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Precinct Criminal Investigation Division? Why Are You Guys Here Too?

Xie Changkun looked at everyone with satisfaction. "Comrades, we have received a tip-off that there is trouble at the Red Moon Bar tonight, and those involved are armed. We are departing for the Red Moon Bar now."

Even at this moment, Xie Changkun did not reveal the full truth. As a police officer, keeping secrets was of the utmost importance; sometimes, the slightest lapse could lead to the sacrifice of one's comrades. He did not want to make such a rookie mistake.

At the command of Chief Xie, everyone from the Baiyun Police Station boarded the vans and the small jeep, and the two vehicles drove together toward the Red Moon Bar.

There was a small path opposite the Red Moon Bar. Chief Xie ordered the vehicles to stop there and began assigning tasks. "Comrades..."

Beyond that, the Killing Hall was also adept at soul hunting—surrounding and killing cultivators to extract their spirits, refining them into medicine, and then selling them to the Myriad Demon Kingdom or the End South Sea.

"With my looks, you might be able to resist the temptation today, and perhaps you could hold out tomorrow, too. But I don't believe you can hold out forever," Xu Ran said with a smile, pulling back his bathrobe to admire his own perfect physique in more detail.

Just then, the office door was burst open by a communications soldier, who ran in, panting and clutching intelligence reports.

"Are there still golden carp in the Canglang River now?" Wang Qingshan asked the boatman, recalling the origins of the Dragon Lord.

Jun Jinjie had stabbed himself 19 times, and he was already drenched in blood. Had it not been for the cover of night, the sight of all that blood would likely have been even more horrifying.

Feng Kebei had already been carried to the sofa in the living room. The spot where she had fallen was still covered in a large pool of blood, a grim reminder of the tragedy that had just occurred.

In any case, there was no fixed place to stay, as Shen Nanyuan liked to travel around to see the scenery and explore different places. Thus, it was arranged this way for now, with adjustments to be made later based on actual circumstances.

Shen Nanyuan nodded slightly. Perhaps because she had dealt with all the troublesome matters today, she slept exceptionally peacefully.

"It has appeared in your Tai'an City for so long—did you really not notice anything at all?" Zhao Xiangjun asked, knitting her brows.

Seeing that the Dark Water had actually swallowed the Whitebeard's fruit ability, Teach became even more arrogant.

I certainly know that Jinhua means well, but her strikes were far too ruthless. Even with the strong self-healing ability of my inner elixir, my head is still aching.

Only a man like Wu Sheng could say such blatant things in public without blushing or catching his breath.

Thinking of the guilt Luo Luo felt toward An Ran, Mo Yuheng simply pushed aside many of his scheduled engagements and arranged for senior executives of the Dihuang Group to handle them instead.

After Mu Chen took his seat, his gaze remained fixed on his father, Fang Lin, even though Fang Lin was sitting at the secondary banquet table with Long Mingbo, chatting and laughing.

As a student of the Guangda No. 6 Middle School, Bai Chun naturally followed the crowd and proudly became one of them.

He had just spoken casually, and no one took it seriously. But when he made such a solemn declaration, everyone was inevitably stunned, and the flower hall fell silent for a moment.

In the Western Federation, on a deserted highway, a vintage black Antelope car sped past.

"Thanks to Pops, we weren't surrounded! Long live Pops!" The others breathed a sigh of relief, their faces full of fortune, and cheered toward Whitebeard.

Bai Tang followed the attendant to a quiet courtyard. In front of the courtyard stood a sturdy mimosa tree, its branches covered in pink, silk-like flowers, with fallen petals carpeting the ground. Bai Tang could not help but pause under the tree to admire the cloud-like, misty beauty of the blossoms.

There was this kind of intimidation, too? Bai Chun instantly felt the deep sincerity radiating from her: a sincerity that promised if any trouble arose, she would beat Bai Chun black and blue with her fists.

Fu Jingyang also stepped in to mediate a few words, and Liang Hexuan stopped his attack, though their eyes remained fixed on Madam Zhang and Fei Moyang.

Feng Xinglang decided to send Xueluo to the training center first, then go with his own son to find a pumpkin carriage worthy of his status as a prince.

With another sigh, Lan Youyou turned to the side, staring intently at the tear-stained Xueluo.

Yun Wanqing seemed not to have heard Liu Ling-shuang's words, continuing to swing on the swing by herself; she had no desire to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet at the Huayin Palace.

Yang Hu thought to himself: This guy is acting righteous in front of me, yet people are calling him "husband" already, and he still won't admit it?

From the moment I spoke those words earlier, Lin Yingxue likely already knew who the culprit was, because among everyone present, only one person could have done the things I mentioned—and that is Teacher Lin.

As for Yu Fei, she slowly shifted her body, resting her head on Xue Chen's chest to feel his strong, powerful heartbeat.

"Ruo'er, since this opportunity is right before you, how you seize it is your own business. If you can bewitch the Seventh Prince, you will be reborn. Unlike your mother, who is still just a concubine." Speaking of this, she looked dejected.

I don't know how long I stood there in the same spot, lost in thought, but when I suddenly heard three light knocks on the door of the courtyard, I realized that the "me" inside the courtyard was probably about to run out and hide. My heart was in such chaos that, without a second thought, I turned and bolted into the surrounding darkness.

The "Lang" that Mother Feng mentioned was undoubtedly the "Lang" from her son, Feng Xinglang.

But if Chen Mu could hear the commentator's analysis, he would surely ask in surprise: What is this "fear of the rat throwing the vase"? Could it be that you think I'm afraid of Shen's map-wide support?

Luo Feng did not know how Lucy had crossed the vast ocean to get here, but miracles always happen in this world.

As long as he dodged the Brand's Q to avoid being stunned, he would basically be immune to the highest damage... A simple E was no more than a scratch to him.

"Those foreigners are simply beasts!! If I had known, I would have killed them all!" Tie Niu said furiously.

In the morning, Zhu Ye got up early as was his habit. After eating a few bites of breakfast his wife had made, he looked at his beautiful and lovely wife and couldn't help himself; he pushed her onto the sofa and had a vigorous session early in the morning.

Conan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up; after all, he had encountered Chen Mu many times in ranked matches and understood this guy's personality all too well.

Celia slowly looked around. All the free butterflies spread their wings, and the Elf Forest seemed to bloom in an instant. The fluttering butterflies gently surrounded her, dancing with the light of the elements and joining the melody of the butterflies' wingbeats, making the dance even more magnificent.

Celia accepted all the snacks from those trying to lure her, then acted cute and played dumb.

He indicated that he could prepare a little during this time, and by the end of October, he could move into the IG base to stay permanently.

"Hoo!" Xiang Zuo let out a long breath. This guy was truly formidable. If he had relied solely on his inner energy, he would certainly not have survived today against Aretz, though Aretz wouldn't have come out unscathed either.