After saying this, Qian Fan left.
Chen Ling stood there, unconsciously recalling Wu Youdong's lowered head just now, her fists clenched slightly...
Wu Youdong had lowered his head.
What about him?
In her past life, Chen Ling might have been no different from Wu Youdong—only by bowing her head could she earn a living in society. But this time...
Chen Ling slowly turned her head to look at the surviving half of Bingquan Street, her gaze icy cold.
Do you want me to bow my head?
Heh...
...
Zone Three.
Basement.
A cold gust of wind arose from nowhere, howling and slamming into Chu Muyun!
The kerosene lamp on the ground swayed violently and went out in an instant. As the entire basement fell into deathly darkness, Chu Muyun grunted and fell heavily to the ground!
He looked up in shock, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief!
Just now, the moment he activated the [Eye of Tracing Origin], he seemed to see a pair of scarlet pupils glancing here from the endless void in the distance...
Just this glance actually made his path to divinity tremble!
"This, this is..."
Chu Muyun stood there in a daze for a long time before suddenly coming back to his senses.
He immediately got up from the ground and rushed up the stairs like crazy, returning to the commissary!
"What's wrong with you, [Spade 7]?" The woman frowned slightly when she saw Chu Muyun appear so hastily and flustered.
"...I saw it."
"What?"
"Doomsday."
The woman was taken aback and didn't understand what this meant for a moment.
"That guy is a 'Doomsday' disaster!" Chu Muyun said firmly.
"Impossible." The woman immediately shook her head. "No one can merge with 'Doomsday', not even the leader of the Fusion Sect now... You must have seen it wrong."
"I definitely didn't see it wrong! Its gaze even made my divine path feel fear!"
"This..."
"We must notify the Red King and the Gray King immediately."
Chu Muyun walked to the counter, pulled out paper and a pen, and quickly began to write.
"If this is true... I'm afraid there will be a big disaster." The woman immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. "Even if the Red King and the Gray King come together, we may not be able to deal with him, unless Lord Aurora also joins us..."
Hearing this, Chu Muyun's fingers paused.
"What's wrong?" the woman asked.
"A 'Doomsday'-level disaster has the power to annihilate a human realm." Chu Muyun slowly turned to look at her, madness flashing in his eyes. "Then, if we kill him and release 'Doomsday'... do we not need to carry out that plan?"
The woman was stunned.
"That's a 'Doomsday'! Are you crazy?!" Halfway through her words, the woman shook her head. "I almost forgot, you official members are all crazy..."
"I was just talking casually." Chu Muyun pushed his glasses, calmed down, and said calmly, "Let's first ask the Gray King and the Red King for instructions..."
After writing the letter, Chu Muyun handed it to the woman. The woman looked at him and asked,
"By the way, weren't you going to conduct an absorption assessment on him? Will you still do it?"
"...Yes."
"Then as the introducer, what is your rating of him...?"
"S+." Chu Muyun's expression was more serious than ever.
"Extremely dangerous."
...
Knock—knock—knock—
The clear knock on the door came, and the many Law Enforcers of Zone Two who were leisurely drinking tea were taken aback, look around in confusion, they turned their heads.
"Who would come at this time?"
"No idea..."
Qian Fan spoke as he opened the teahouse door.
Chen Ling stood quietly outside. Seeing the door open, he smiled and waved at the law enforcers inside.
These were the law enforcers originally responsible for Bingquan Street in Zone Two. Now they were all hiding here drinking tea, dumping all matters on Chen Ling and Wu Youdong—which already said something... Now it seemed Wu Youdong had told the truth.
These law enforcers were all in cahoots with those in Bingquan Street. Instead of conducting searches, they'd only sent two newcomers, purely to put on a show.
This way, if the Aurora City headquarters asked questions later, they could claim they were short-staffed and that Chen Ling and Wu Youdong had handled everything in Bingquan Street, thus shifting the blame while maintaining good relations with Bingquan Street—a perfect two birds with one stone.
Seeing it was Chen Ling, the law enforcers immediately lowered their heads to drink tea listlessly, showing no interest in chatting with him.
"It's you? Why are you here?" Qian Fan asked in surprise when he saw Chen Ling.
"I still have some questions about my work that need clarification from you sirs."
"What questions?"
"My task is to interview the survivors of Bingquan Street about disaster-related intelligence, right?"
"Yes."
"What if they don't cooperate?"
Hearing this question, Qian Fan sneered inwardly but still answered patiently:
"If they don't cooperate, find a way to make them... We're law enforcers with enforcement authority."
"So, can I use force?"
"Of course."
Chen Ling heard other law enforcers in the room couldn't help laughing.
"I understand," Chen Ling nodded. "If they don't cooperate, I'll drag them here for you sirs to deal with."
"Good, now go quickly. Your assessment ends tomorrow—you must finish the task today."
As Chen Ling left, Qian Fan shut the door behind him, followed by several unmasked laughs.
"This kid is so stubborn..."
"More of a hothead than that Wu Youdong."
"Did you hear him? He wants to use force... Has he really not asked around about what kind of place Bingquan Street is?"
"Sigh, he's from a poor area—where would he get so much information? Stop making fun... Just drink tea."
Faint laughter drifted through the door crack and reached Chen Ling's ears, but he didn't care.
His attention was now on the prompts flashing before his eyes:
[Audience expectation +1... +1... +1]
""Chen's Scripting Rules", Article 13:"
"When existing conflicts are clear, appropriately increase emotional focal points through character relationships to tug at the audience's emotions, enhancing the satisfaction when the original conflict erupts—even adding post-positioned conflict satisfaction points."
Chen Ling could certainly storm Bingquan Street directly, but that would make the conflict too one-dimensional, and [Audience expectation] wouldn't increase much...
So he chose to involve the law enforcers.
Chen Ling crossed the ruined first half of Bingquan Street and arrived at the place with the most survivors now... Black Axe Tavern.
This had always been the most frequent gathering place for Bingquan Street residents. Now that half the street was in ruins, it had become a temporary shelter for some. It was here that Wu Youdong had been humiliated yesterday.
But Chen Ling was not him...
Holding a survey form in one hand, he pushed open the tavern door. With a harsh creak, the entire tavern fell silent.
Countless fierce, icy gazes swept to the doorway, converging on Chen Ling.
"Hello, I'm Law Enforcer Chen Ling..."
"Are you ready to answer my questions?"