Led by Zhang Qianhai, the senior officials of the Modu Patrol Bureau stood at the entrance to Ping An Residential Area and saluted Su Ye in unison.
The sight...
Left everyone dumbstruck.
Su Ye was just as stunned.
"Wait, Director Zhang, are you serious? Did you have to make such a big deal of it?"
He would be lying if he said it did not flatter him, but... this was too much. He was so embarrassed he could have dug a three-bedroom apartment with his toes.
He wanted to run.
But there was no escape.
Zhang Qianhai lowered his hand, met Su Ye's mortified gaze, and burst out laughing.
"Well? Quite the reception, right? I spent ages coming up with this. It's flashy and solemn, and most importantly... Ahem, never mind that. Just tell me, are you moved or not?"
Most importantly... it was cheap!
The Blood Demon Cult's Magic Capital Unrest had been put down, but there had still been many casualties. Ordinary people had been injured and killed too.
There were death benefits, medical bills, compensation for emotional trauma, rebuilding costs, and the hunt for those who had slipped away...
Only heaven knew how much hair Zhang Qianhai had lost over the past few months.
A High-tier Martial Artist like him had been reduced to counting money from the moment he opened his eyes each day.
So when word came that Su Ye had cut a swath through Secret Realm No. 004 and slain the Raven of Curse...
Zhang Qianhai's first reaction was disbelief.
His second was... to hurry and request funding from Heavenly King Hall, then arrange this heartfelt, cost-free ceremony of thanks.
Su Ye went rigid.
He did not dare move a muscle.
"Uh..."
The ceremony was over, right?
He could leave now, right?
Su Ye