Sorry I Came Late (Tearful) (Trembling Voice) (Collapses to the Ground Crying)

Brother, Yang Liang could barely catch his breath. After all his years on the job, he had truly never heard a request like this.

A house could be rebuilt after collapsing, but what Lin Li had built could never be rebuilt.

Yang Liang decided that, once he got back, he would write a proposal to abolish the Law on the Protection of Minors.

Or at least clarify that the law protected minors—not just anyone underage, but specifically humans. For Anthropomorphic Creatures like Lin Li, they should come down hard.

The other brothers and sisters squatting nearby all looked at him with admiration.

What a composed man. Even at a time like this, he could laugh and chat with the police. It felt like his father was at least Li Gang. He had some serious backing. Envious.

"Buddy, you got someone above you?" the person squatting beside him whispered.

Lin Li raised his head and looked at the empty ceiling. "Where? I don't see anyone."

The person beside him: "?"

If I said you had someone below you, would you go looking for the underworld too? Lin Li finally got his wish and put on the Silver Bracelet. It was just that Yang Liang's attitude while cuffing him was rather poor, and his movements were rough too—there was suspicion of violent law enforcement.

"Everyone's been checked, right? Nobody was missed or left hiding somewhere?" Yang Liang apparently was also a High-Level Demon Subduing Envoy. He looked toward the other officers and asked.

After receiving confirmation that no one had been missed, he waved a hand. "Take them all away!"

Things downstairs were a little better. There were plenty of people, and most were merely being questioned instead of arrested outright like those on the third floor. Many were emotional, loudly insisting that they were innocent.

They sounded very confident.

After all, they had only come for a normal massage and foot rub. This was completely undeserved misfortune.

"Damn, so this place offered that kind of service? Good raid, good raid! You've worked hard! This raid was excellent! Pornography is harmful—it needs to be cracked down on. It! Needs! To! Be! Cracked! Down! On!" Lin Li heard a man say as he passed by.

Fine, good was good, but why did the guy look so regretful and remorseful? And why did he grit his teeth and say the last part word by word?

Brother, were there tears in the corners of your eyes because your love for this land ran so deep?

The Demon Suppression Envoy questioning him seemed to understand his meaning and thoughts as well. With an indescribable, disgusted expression, he waved his hand. "Enough, enough. Since you came for a normal massage, you can leave later."

The officer had only taken one step when the man finally no longer had to restrain his emotions. "You were not born when I was born; when I was born, you had grown old! And when I came, spring had passed me by! Helplessly, flowers fall away. When will I see the swallows return?"

Oh, a man of letters. Unfortunately, the Demon Suppression Envoy couldn't bear listening anymore and directly drove him out.

Lin Li and the others also arrived outside the Light Noble Health and Wellness Club.

At that moment, a middle-aged man had just parked his electric scooter and was about to get off when he saw a huge group of people being arrested and escorted out.

Every Demon Suppression Envoy silently looked at the man who seemed to be trying to enter. Every single one.

They looked at one another, with nothing left but disappointment.

Was he moved? He dared not move. One of his legs was still suspended in midair.

He barely dared to breathe.

"Coming in?" After a moment of deadlock, Yang Liang asked calmly.

"I'm not here for this place."

Sweating profusely but keeping his expression unchanged, the man shook his head, got off his scooter, and then walked into the shop next door in one smooth motion.

As for why a scruffy forty-year-old Zhong Deng would go alone to a women's nail salon late at night, don't worry about it. Species were inherently diverse; people should be tolerant.

Who said uncles couldn't get manicures? So cold, so shaking, so angry—did uncles not have the right to pursue beauty? Lin Li was certain that even if the shop next door had been a funeral parlor, this uncle would have gone in for a stroll and bought a few wreaths before leaving.

"Go bring the vehicles over." Several Demon Suppression Envoys left at Yang Liang's command.

In just a minute or two, a huge crowd of onlookers had gathered outside the establishment. Countless heads poked out from the surrounding shops and residential buildings.

Vice raids had that kind of appeal.

Many people had already taken out their phones to snap pictures. Lin Li was rather glad for the hood over his head; otherwise, this would be hard to clean up.

Among the spectators, Lin Li spotted the guy from the bathroom who had asked him what the meaning of life was. The man was holding half a roasted pigeon and staring at everything in stunned disbelief.

A lucky survivor.

His luck really was pretty good. He had chosen to run at exactly the right time. Good people willing to share their Divine Oil for free really were rewarded.

Lin Li's appearance was rather distinctive, so the man noticed him at once and recognized him from his clothes. After thinking for a moment, he sighed and slowly raised his hand.

"Hm?"

Seeing a member of the public salute him, Yang Liang returned a standard salute. The man's posture might have been improper, and he might have been holding a roasted pigeon, but he was still saluting him.

His mood improved considerably.

Feeling the people's admiration was the unique charm of this job.

Even some of the "damage" inflicted by that unlucky brat Lin Li had healed.

Lin Li hesitated to speak. If nothing unexpected had happened, that guy had just saluted him.

As for what the salute meant, it was probably, "Farewell on your journey. I shall raise your wife and daughters."

Since he was handcuffed and couldn't return the salute, Lin Li could only cup his fists in both hands in response.

After all, they were brothers who had fought side by side.

Quite a few cars had arrived by then, but they were unlike what Lin Li had imagined. They were all private cars; not a single police car was among them.

But after thinking about it, he understood. The Demon Suppression Envoys here were all in plainclothes, so this had likely been meant as a covert decapitation operation from the start. If they had driven police cars here, the disguise would have been utterly meaningless.

Still, Lin Li was disappointed.

"Uncle, is there no police car for me to ride in? Not even one came?"

Lin Li immediately shut up.

Because the way Yang Liang had just looked at him was very wrong. It felt like he was about to break the law himself.

Definitely violent tendencies. Maybe he was a domestic abuser. Major turnoff. Sisters, remember to avoid this kind of man.

"If I get the chance to send you back, I'll definitely send you back in a police car with great fanfare, so everyone around you knows exactly what you did! Get in this car, now!" Yang Liang said through gritted teeth.

Looking slightly innocent, Lin Li shrugged and climbed into the car.

Lin Li had originally wanted to explain the whole situation in the car, but he hadn't expected that this wasn't a private vehicle—someone else was sitting beside him. With no other choice, he had to keep it bottled up.

Watching the scenery slide backward outside the window, Lin Li recognized that this was not the route to the nearest Police Station. He craned his neck to glance at Yang Liang's navigation. Their destination seemed to be the district bureau.

They had probably arrested too many people to question today. The Police Station's holding cells and interrogation rooms definitely wouldn't be enough, so they could only send everyone to a bigger stage to show themselves off.

"Get out."

Sure enough, the car drove straight to the Public Security Bureau.

"Uncle..."

"Shut up. No."

No, he hadn't even said anything yet. Watching Yang Liang coldly reject him, Lin Li felt rather depressed.

Yang Liang seemed to realize he had been somewhat inhuman, perhaps assuming it was an important request like needing the restroom, so he took the initiative to ask, "What is it?"

"I want to squat at the entrance holding my head and take a picture with you—"

"Shut up. No."

Damn it, he shouldn't have asked.