As a mid-level backbone of the Tranquil Underworld Bureau, Field Officer Bei Ou was basically the highest-ranking operative one could see on the frontline. Only Field Officer Wang Zhen, the "Dream Eater," could firmly outrank him. When he discussed topics like "living corpses," the materials he cited and the conclusions he drew essentially made him an industry authority.
Even if he used an uncertain word like "I think," Ronan still had to take it seriously.
Ronan lowered his eyes in thought and rubbed his fingers together twice. The protective layer over his fingertips, fed back through high-sensitivity sensors, gave off a slightly muffled grinding sound. But the rising multicolored light soon obscured his fingertips, and the sound vanished as well.
Seeing this, Field Officer Bei Ou seemed thoughtful. He did not press further, but suddenly extended an invitation. "Lieutenant Ronan, would you like to join us on patrol?"
"Hmm?"
"Whether these 'Armored Targets' are living corpses or not, we can't afford to slack off. Field Officer Wang arranged for us to split into two groups and conduct a round of patrols across the outer deck and lower areas... Since we happened to run into each other, why not come along?"
This was not an order from a superior to a subordinate, but an invitation from the Tranquil Underworld Bureau to an "expert" who had come to lend support.
Ronan considered it, then nodded. "Sure."
Clearly, this was Field Officer Wang Zhen's arrangement.
Should they conduct patrols for "suspected living corpses"? Of course they should. But sending Field Officer Bei Ou over to meet Ronan and then extending an invitation was a very deliberate design. Ronan knew that Field Officer Wang Zhen did not want him wandering around the dangerous outer deck either. Yet by using this method, she restricted Ronan's