The Patrol Angel

"What exactly are you trying to do, Long Cheng? Don't go stirring up trouble again and make me wipe your ass for you!"

Sitting in the dilapidated reception hall of the Western Di Protectorate's Governor's Residence and drinking coarse tea, Lin Qi glared at Long Cheng irritably.

Grinning like a rogue, Long Cheng lounged back with his legs crossed, lightly drumming both hands on the armrests of a large chair whose lacquer had long since peeled away. He shook his head smugly and drawled, "As if you've wiped my ass that many times? Didn't I just pick up two girls in Dunkirk and stir up a tiny little bit of trivial trouble?"

With a forceful wave of his hand, Long Cheng cut Lin Qi off. "Don't bring up things like breaking into the imperial palace at night! You were willing to help me with that, weren't you? Ah, we're brothers—who needs formalities between us? Back then, you could accompany me into the Gallic Empire's imperial palace, but now you can't accompany me on a little trip into the capital of the Blood Qin Empire? Besides, at their core, aren't these two matters pretty much the same? Aren't they both rebellion?"

Lin Qi rolled his eyes, while Xiong Wanjin, seated beside them, broke into a violent coughing fit.

Could the Gallic Empire and the Blood Qin Empire even be compared?

As the foremost power of the Western Continent, the Gallic Empire's national strength was roughly equivalent to the combined strength of three to five Blood Qin provinces ranked third grade or above. Its population was even less than the total population of three to five Blood Qin provinces.

The Blood Qin Empire classified its provincial-level administrative regions into three tiers and nine grades, from first grade to ninth grade. There were