At Qiongqi Mining's Public Security Bureau, Captain Wang Zheng—a tall, burly man with a mechanical arm—came forward to greet Xu Ye with a beaming smile. "Little Xu, I really didn't expect you to be so efficient. You took out Zhou Xian so quickly!"
Qin Lang was equally flushed with excitement as he said with a smile, "Exactly. No wonder Old Mo treasures you so much. Your reputation truly isn't undeserved."
Xu Ye, the handsome young man, wore a somewhat awkward expression. Just as he was about to speak, Wang Zheng led him inside with a laugh. "Thunder God was already a difficult Soldier to deal with, and Zhou Xian was an expert from the Enforcement Team. For you to kill him under those circumstances—impressive!"
This matter had plagued him for a long time.
Zhou Xian's retaliatory murders in the Shelter had caused an extremely bad impact, and the pressure from above was immense. Wang Zheng had personally led people against Zhou Xian before. If he had not had teammates at his side, Zhou Xian might very well have killed Wang Zheng in a matter of moments.
Steel Body was perfectly countered by Thunder God—countered to death.
That was why, when Xu Ye informed him of the news, he had been so excited.
The handsome Xu Ye's mouth twitched slightly. Seeing Qin Lang about to speak again, he immediately said, "He didn't die by my hand."
"He was killed by a good Samaritan."
Afraid the two would not understand, Xu Ye even raised a hand to demonstrate. "Like this—a single shot to the head. Bang!"
Wang Zheng: "..."
Qin Lang: "..."
After a long silence, Wang Zheng slowly asked, "What good Samaritan?"
Qin Lang looked over with the same puzzled gaze. Xu Ye pondered briefly, then gave them a simple account