Commissioner Pan took the file and lowered his head to flip through two pages.
Then he looked up, his gaze stopping on Mu Ningxue's face.
Silver-white hair.
Ice-blue eyes. Her features were so exquisite that she hardly seemed real.
The sea breeze blew in from behind her, brushing a few loose strands of hair across her pale, almost translucent neck. Her ice-blue long dress, cinched at the waist, perfectly outlined her astonishingly slender figure...
Commissioner Pan swallowed.
He closed the file, handed it back, and shook his head.
"Unqualified means unqualified."
"Which part is unqualified?"
Mu Zhuoyun stepped forward, his voice suppressing his anger.
He had lived for most of his life and seen countless faces that took bribes and extorted favors.
He could tell exactly what the fat man opposite him was plotting with a single glance.
But Commissioner Pan did not even look at him.
His gaze remained glued to Mu Ningxue's face, and the corner of his mouth slowly curled into a suggestive smile.
"Miss Mu, this site falls rather far short of the standards for clearing demon traces... But well, it's not impossible to make an exception."
"Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together, and I'll explain in detail how you should rectify things."
As he said the words "have dinner," his tongue lightly licked across his lips.
Mu Ningxue's expression instantly turned cold.
Ice-element magic had already condensed into several hair-thin ice spikes at her fingertips, while a layer of frost silently spread over the gravel beneath her feet.
Just as the ice spikes were about to fly free, a hand reached out from the void and pressed down on her wrist.
The movement was very gentle.
The hand had long fingers and distinct knuckles. Its fingertips were not warm, yet the chill that