The Thunderstorm Approached
Inside the transport van.
Wu Xian kept looking around.
Only after confirming that the van was taking the same route as last time, and that a black Giant Tesla Electric Car was following behind it, did he finally relax.
That meant Wu Xian's plan was going smoothly, and everything was unfolding as he had intended.
Throughout the ride, Wu Xian kept chattering nonstop, annoying the escorts. It was all to warm them up, so that when he said what he wanted to say, it wouldn't seem too abrupt.
When they were close enough, Wu Xian put on the air of a seasoned veteran.
"You two are both rookies, right? I'm a veteran detective. Want me to teach you a few tricks?"
But Wu Xian knew what would happen outside, he had no extra Flying Blade Curses to waste, and the relevant departments in Xianwei City were unprofessional to begin with.
His gaze grew unfocused. Four pupils crowded densely into each eye socket, and he stumbled back toward the van like a drunk.
Second, he hadn't killed the barber, so he still had Flying Blade Curses to spare.
He Ya and the other evil spirits recoiled in pain, badly wounded. They could only withdraw their remaining three arms. Wu Xian broke free of the deathly restraints before they had even lasted three seconds!
The familiar conversation began again.
Wu Xian didn't panic, because that was exactly how Jia had died.
Young men in this line of work were usually unwilling to settle for support duties. They wanted more exciting jobs, like taking part in arrests. That made Wu Xian's position as a detective very appealing to them.
But before he could think it through any further—
"Don't be nervous. I just want to talk to you."
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