"Is the Disaster Management Bureau Drunkard's, or my Uncle Zhang's?"
Han Su slipped his phone into his pocket and swept his gaze forward, his expression cold. A chill had already settled in his heart.
Even now, the Disaster Management Bureau was still in a state where numerous cases had piled up with no one to handle them. If he hadn't broken the record over the past three days, all of Azure Harbor might have fallen into a bit of chaos. Yet here, he saw more than a dozen people.
Their bearing alone told him they were no ordinary people.
You couldn't find anyone to handle anomalies over there, but here they'd casually dispatched a dozen people to guard some relics?
Or were they guarding that information that absolutely couldn't be exposed on Drunkard's behalf?
No wonder Investigator Aries had changed his attitude the moment he left the city. After all, he had so many helpers at his side!
Judging by the murderous looks in their eyes and Miss Crow's warning, they'd probably even been ordered to kill him outright if he came into contact with that information.
In practice, they were Drunkard's private army.
Or rather, they belonged to the Lanterns, Wine, and Greenery Group. Drunkard's orders took precedence even over those of the Disaster Management Bureau.
Now that the two sides had come face-to-face, murderous intent was already rising.
It was like a room packed with explosives. One clash of gazes could be enough to set off a confrontation.
"Hm?"
3
But just as the atmosphere was growing unbearably tense, Rong Qiyue's gaze shifted, and he immediately figured out what was going on.
As the people guarding the site stared fixedly at Han Su, some even quietly reaching for their guns and knives, Rong Qiyue suddenly cleared his throat.