Huh?
Silence fell over the Patrol Bureau jail once more.
But in the dimness, pairs of eyes lit up.
From the sound of it...
There was a story here!
"Brother, you weren't even afraid of a Super War God? You've got guts! Or did something else happen?"
The newcomer's voice sounded a little faint.
"The son of the shareholder I wanted to arrest showed up today too."
"Another son? He's the son of your rival, so he can't be anyone important. What could some kid do?"
The newcomer said, "He's at Transcendent Eighth Heaven."
Everyone: ...
The newcomer said, "He killed the Super War God's brother-in-law—the mercenary team's captain—right in front of him."
Everyone: ...
The newcomer said, "Then he killed the entire mercenary team in front of the Super War God."
Everyone: ...
The newcomer said, "He even shattered the Super War God's projection."
Everyone: ...
A moment later.
A figure shot to his feet deep inside the jail.
His usually steady voice trembled with fear.
"Boss, from now on, you're our boss!"
The newcomer sighed.
"I haven't been a boss in years."
Boss?
What was the point?
What was the point of anything?
Zhao Li lay on the wooden bunk, thinking that spending the rest of his life in the Patrol Bureau jail might not be so bad.
After what had happened tonight...
He had nearly arrested Su Xiangdong and made an enemy of the Super Prodigy Su Ye.
He had also gotten the Shark Mercenary Team wiped out, making an enemy of Feng Ying's Super War God.
Zhao Li was sure that the moment he set foot outside the Patrol Bureau, he would be dead.
Only the Patrol Bureau could offer him a little warmth. A little safety.
Zhao Li clung tightly to the bunk beneath him.