Soon, a figure arrived at the scene with a sharp rush of wind.
It was Liang Wenbin, captain of the Special Situation Brigade of the Antu City Police Department.
Even from a distance, his keen eyesight had taken in the grisly scene in full. Yet he still couldn't help pointing at the mangled Ferocious Rat corpse on the ground and asking with some surprise, "Xiao Chen, did you kill this Ferocious Rat?"
Chen Mochuan nodded lightly and said weakly, "Uncle Liang, this should be the one that slipped through the net half a month ago. It was missing a leg and in terrible shape... Otherwise, I wouldn't have had a chance to kill it."
"Impressive!" Liang Wenbin praised him sincerely. Half a month ago, this young man had only been able to flee when he ran into a Ferocious Rat. Now he had managed to kill one on his own—his progress was astonishingly fast!
He knew that even in its weakened state, the Ferocious Rat was no ordinary opponent. Its ferocity was more than most Fifth- or Sixth-Rank Martial Warriors could suppress. Overcoming his fear and fighting it to the death would have taken tremendous courage.
What was more, he could tell at a glance that Chen Mochuan's vitality and blood were roughly at the level of a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist. To have accomplished this much said plenty.
"The dispatcher told me the caller mentioned having helped handle a Ferocious Rat case before, so I guessed it was you..."
"But I sent you a few messages and even tried to call, but got no response. I was worried something had happened to you, so I came ahead on my own. I didn't expect you to have such a huge surprise waiting for me."
A Martial Artist in the Inner Scene