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Chen Guoqing clenched his fists, fury blazing in his eyes. It took him a full thirty seconds to calm down:

"With Luo Yu's professional expertise, he'll definitely choose the twelve locations with the highest foot traffic."

"I need some time to deduce those locations, but I probably won't get them all."

He muttered to himself:

"I never thought he'd turn out like this. A Senior Inspector from the Emergency Response Department—how could he go down such a crooked path? Back at the Vermilion Gold Mine, maybe we should've... finished him off."

Yang Ling paused, then gently patted Chen Guoqing on the shoulder:

"Guo Qing, you didn't do anything wrong. Don't blame yourself."

Chen Guoqing forced a bitter smile: "He's definitely going to use this to blackmail us now. How do you plan to handle it?"

"Didn't he say he'd come calling in half an hour?"

"Enough for what?"

Chen Guoqing was slow to catch on.

"Wait here. I'll be right back."

Yang Ling turned and left.

Zhang Wei stared blankly at Yang Ling's retreating figure:

"What's he going to do?"

Chen Guoqing shook his head lightly: "No idea, but Brother Yang should have his ways."

Zhang Wei casually grabbed the letter and glanced at it, then couldn't help shaking his head:

"Madman. This Luo Yu is a complete madman. If he had a beef with Yang Ling, he could've just tried to ambush him and knock him out. But no—he whips out explosives to blow people up. That son of a bitch!"

...

Yang Ling wore a bamboo hat on his head, his form flickering like a ghost through the alleys, never staying in one place.

At every corner, he would stop for three seconds, silently sensing everything around him.

Green Mountain City wasn't large, and there wouldn't be many places for Luo Yu and his men to hide.

After about fifteen minutes, faint voices reached Yang Ling's ears.

One of them was unmistakably Luo Yu's.

Yang Ling's mind stirred, and he immediately dashed toward the direction of the voices. In less than fifteen minutes, he arrived at a three-section courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, Luo Yu sat silently, flanked by several men from the Emergency Response Department. A few heretical cultists from the Immortal God Sect lingered nearby, keeping a wary eye on their surroundings.

"Zhang Wei's letter should have arrived by now."

Luo Yu said softly.

One of his men nodded with a smile: "It should be there. I bet Yang Ling and Chen Guoqing are already running around like headless chickens."

"Protector Luo, are you really going to meet him at the Ironclad Department? Why not pick another place?"

Another man's eyes were full of worry.

Luo Yu smiled lightly: "Why pick another place? Wouldn't that make it look like we're afraid of the Ironclad Department, afraid of Yang Ling? I'm going to see him at the Ironclad Department, and I'll walk out of there completely unharmed. They can't do a thing."

"When the time comes, have the cultists stand nearby and watch. This move will rally their hearts."

He paused, "Isn't Yang Ling unwilling to hand over the Vermilion Gold Mine to us? Then I'll take his position as Chief Constable of Green Mountain City."

Yang Ling's mind stirred. It seemed Liu Jitong hadn't yet told Luo Yu that he had become the Director of the First Division of the Public Security Department in Changhe Prefectural Capital.

As for the reason, he could roughly guess.

It was fear.

Liu Jitong was a local. To him, the Director of the First Division of the Public Security Department in Changhe Prefectural Capital had always been a lofty, untouchable figure. In such a short time, the man simply didn't have the guts to leak that information.

Still, Yang Ling had no intention of hiding it. Instead, he was curious to see how Luo Yu would react when he found out.

"Are the twelve locations all set?"

Luo Yu spoke again.

"They're all set. If something happens to you at the Ironclad Department, we'll send word to them immediately and have them strike!"

A man nodded solemnly, then grumbled: "This place is too primitive. They don't even have radios. Otherwise, this wouldn't be so troublesome."

"It's fine. Primitive places have primitive methods."

Luo Yu smiled.

Just then, a faint sound of wind seemed to pass by.

It was slightly different from ordinary wind.

Luo Yu sensed something off, but didn't dwell on it.

"I gave Yang Ling an hour. He should be trying to figure out the twelve locations I picked."

"Too bad he's just an ordinary player. He's nowhere near capable enough for that."

"Only Chen Guoqing might guess half of them."

With that, Luo Yu slowly stood up, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes:

"I never said I'd stick to the schedule. Let's head to the Ironclad Department early and see the panic on their faces—that should be fun."

The surroundings were dead silent. No one answered Luo Yu.

Luo Yu frowned.

Why was it so quiet?

So quiet that... there wasn't even a sound of breathing?

He suddenly turned to look at the man beside him.

The man stood expressionless, a flying dagger embedded in his forehead.

The blade had sunk completely into his brow, leaving only the handle visible.

A chill shot up from the soles of Luo Yu's feet.

He looked at the other men. As expected, each had a flying dagger buried in their foreheads.

These men were his former colleagues, his subordinates in the Emergency Response Department. They had gone to bars together, skied together, handled crises together.

Luo Yu slowly turned to look at the nearby cultists.

They were all dead too, each with a dagger in their foreheads.

"So this is your method..."

Luo Yu's voice came out hoarse:

"Stop hiding. I know it's you—Yang Ling!"

"Who's hiding?"

The voice came from behind Luo Yu.

He spun around abruptly and saw Yang Ling already sitting in the chair he had just vacated.

"Luo Yu, I need a favor from you now."

Yang Ling said: "Take me to the twelve locations you set up, and retrieve all the explosives one by one. Can you do that?"

Luo Yu stared at Yang Ling, his body now completely drenched in cold sweat. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself.

Then, his aura began to rise.

Yang Ling was a little surprised. Luo Yu's attributes had been far below a Ninth-Rank expert's.

But suddenly, both his Strength and Agility were climbing.

In just a few seconds, his Strength reached 40 points, and his Agility hit 40 too!

With that kind of power, combined with Martial Arts Techniques, he was solidly at Lower Eighth-Rank level.

Yang Ling immediately pulled out the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe and, with lightning speed, struck Luo Yu four times.

Once on each shoulder, once on each knee.

Luo Yu crumpled to the ground, his arms hanging limp.

His attribute points visibly plummeted, returning to their original state.

"Was that your Exclusive Skill as a heretic cultist? The others all have the Life-and-Death Brand, right? What's yours?"

Yang Ling asked curiously.

Luo Yu stared at Yang Ling in a daze, his mind clearly struggling to catch up.

His speed... was it really that fast?

"Senior Inspector Luo Yu, I'm asking you a serious question."

Yang Ling frowned: "If you don't answer, this pickaxe of mine might just end up chiseling into the top of your skull. Think carefully."

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