"You..."
Jiang Che looked at the others, only to find that even He Qingqing, whom Chen Xi had just treated coldly, was ignoring him.
After Chen Xi had vented her anger, Lu Shaojun stepped in at just the right moment to smooth things over. "All right, Jiang Che. Keep quiet."
Jiang Che was left speechless. He could only close his mouth in silence.
Lu Shaojun formally introduced the two of them. "Everyone, these are our new colleagues: Miss Chen Xi, captain of the Eighth Squad, and her assistant, Miss Lin Yue."
"Welcome," several people said in unison. A sparse round of applause sounded around the room.
Lu Shaojun folded his arms. "I won't go into detail about why Captain Chen Xi has joined us. Let's get straight to the point."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the conference room went out.
The moment darkness fell, several beams of cold light shone down from the ceiling, projecting a clear slideshow onto the table in front of them.
A young man's photograph appeared before the group.
His short hair was snowy white and gleaming. He wore a black down jacket, and a thin mist swirled around him, obscuring his face.
"After investigating for some time, we've finally picked up a few traces of our opponent."
"The High Priest of the Evil Flower organization, codename Mist Man. His strength is mid Third Rank."
At the words "mid Third Rank," everyone's hearts skipped a beat. Even Bureau Chief Li Changkong was only low Third Rank.
If fleeing before the battle wouldn't have made them outcasts in the Central Fifteen Cities, shunned by everyone, they would have already started discussing an escape plan.
That was also the clever thing about Chen Xi establishing the Eighth Squad. With battles breaking out so frequently,