House Dogs and Stray Dogs
No one had slept well last night.
It was not just Lou Feng. Probably no one in the entire outpost had managed a good night's sleep. Well, except for Tao Gong, who was stationed at the center. Rumor had it that he slept soundly through the night, then ate an extra pancake and drank an extra bowl of porridge the next morning.
His appetite had greatly improved.
It was just that the accompaniment to his meal was a little horrifying.
On the training ground outside the office windows lay more than a dozen corpses covered in white sheets—all the results of the Security Bureau's thunderous overnight purge.
After Tong Shan returned to his room at six yesterday afternoon, the report he submitted at six-thirty had reached the hands of Lü Yingyue, director of the Yacheng Security Bureau.
After reading Tong Shan's report, which proposed strict disciplinary and management measures to root out bad apples in response to the sudden incident in the Recovery Management Department, Lü Yingyue issued her assessment: petty fussing, scratching an itch through a boot.
Then, by seven-thirty, the directors of the Security Bureaus from Haizhou's three major cities and four smaller cities were already seated in the same meeting room. By eight, the Military Department's Airship had parked above the outpost.
The outpost, which had been a chaotic mess of people from all sides coming and going these past days, instantly turned into an iron barrel. Not even a fly could get out. Then, three special operations teams, accompanied by Chosen Ones bearing Heart Pivots, combed through the place from top to bottom, working with the Heavenly Eye Realm of Encirclement. Not a single person was overlooked.
Gunshots crackled like frying beans throughout half the night.
They successfully uncovered a whole