Special Cleanup Personnel
Seeing Han Su, the invisible pressure weighing on Zhang Chiguo suddenly eased.
He gave Han Su a quick once-over. Seeing that he had all his limbs and no injuries, the grim look on Zhang Chiguo's face softened a little.
But he still said nothing. Carrying the briefcase, he walked forward. Each step seemed to stir an invisible rumble. Wherever his feet landed, Mental Power condensed and lingered, like a wooden stake driven into the ground.
With every step he took, the pollution from the Mother Body Divine Tree in the distance was squeezed back a little. The enormous, scarlet tree grew grayer and dimmer.
So, in theory, Zhang Chiguo wasn't targeting anyone. He was simply walking forward, dispelling the Mental Pollution filling the area.
Only those who had activated their Mental Activity would be harmed by it.
Of course, whether Zhang Chiguo was also angry and deliberately chose not to warn them was impossible to say.
By the time Zhang Chiguo reached the group and stopped, the suppression caused by the Mother Body Divine Tree had already vanished. He had blocked the enormous pollution, creating a zone of mental emptiness around them. Only then did he turn around.
"Your performance tonight has failed the responsibility Azure Harbor entrusted to you."
"Now, who's going to tell me where the Drunkard is?"
Only then did Night Lamp and the others withdraw their Mental Activity and escape the invisible pressure. All at once, they began gasping for breath.
Fresh air filled their lungs, but faced with Zhang Chiguo's question, they suddenly didn't know how to answer.
Green Hat was the only one who wiped the blood from his nose and muttered, "I'm innocent. I spent the whole time sealing the Black Notebook—"
"Uncle Zhang, I know everything that happened!"
Han