When he heard Zhang Heng's last sentence, Fabino wondered if he had come to the wrong place. Was this still the Southeast District? Was it still that lawless chaos filled with criminals and thugs?
In Fabino's memory, crimes took place on the streets of the Southeast District almost every moment of every day, yet very few were ever solved. Even most murder cases ended without resolution. As for a robbery—one from six years ago, no less—with nothing but Fabino's testimony... and back then, Fabino had been mad with rage. He remembered spending more than half the time swearing rather than describing what had happened. Catching the culprit had been pure fantasy.
If not for the wooden box in his hand, Fabino would probably have slapped Zhang Heng on the shoulder and laughed, saying, "That's a good joke, but it won't help your evaluation one bit." Yet as he looked at the ring in the box, Fabino was certain it was the one he had lost six years ago—the ring that had nearly ruined his marriage.
Afterward, he had gone to great lengths to recover it. Naturally, he had not relied on those useless fools from the Patrol Team. Instead, he had mobilized his family guards and enlisted the help of the city watch, deploying nearly two hundred people in total—almost a small army. Yet, regrettably, they had still found nothing.
The facts proved that neither the guards sent by the city watch nor his family's guards could conduct an investigation here. They received no help at all. This damned place had its own rules, and its people were clearly hostile to outsiders. Otherwise, the Patrol Team would not have spent all these years as mere decorations.
No matter how displeased Fabino was, he could only accept his bad luck in