The moment Feng Shuang finished speaking, several of his team members nodded in succession.
"Understood, Captain. I'll contact the cleanup team right away."
"I'll contact the relevant departments and coordinate the investigation!"
"This involves human trafficking. Notify the police department last."
"..."
Even as they spoke, they had already begun taking action.
From their conversation, one thing was clear: the Secret Bureau's logistical support team was quite large.
It wasn't limited to investigators like them.
We didn't bother looking into it further. After all, we weren't living off the government's pay.
We didn't linger either, cupping our fists toward Feng Shuang and the others.
"Farewell, fellow cultivators."
"Farewell!"
"..."
Feng Shuang nodded as well.
"You've worked hard. I won't see you off."
The investigators cupped their fists toward us in return.
Then, without further delay, we supported one another and left.
It was already four-thirty in the morning. The resort's kitchen had begun bustling with activity.
Some vegetable suppliers had even delivered produce to the resort.
But our appearance drew no attention from them.
We headed straight to the parking lot, got into the car, and left.
It was as if we had never been there, as if none of it had ever happened...
At that moment, I was exhausted beyond measure as I sat in the driver's seat.
I was the only one who could drive. Pan Ling and Zhang Yuchen didn't know how.
Mao Jing had already ridden off ahead of me on his motorcycle.
"Let's go!"
With that, I started the car and headed back.
I never could have imagined it.
Dog Chicken's case would lead to the Leng Family, the werewolf clan overseas, and even indirectly destroy one of the Leng Family's strongholds. We had also received news that Shiniang and my brother were still alive.