Green-Mud Ferry Patrol Inspectorate, rear courtyard offices.
Wang Lei pinched a transmission talisman—"Entered the provincial branch. Main hall cleanup in progress. Quickly dispatch a cleanup team to seal the site and document evidence."
The handwriting was Xu Jin's, extremely concise, without a single superfluous word.
Wang Lei abruptly rose to his feet. His blood and qi surged with the power of the seventh level of body tempering, and every trace of drowsiness vanished.
He had thought that even if Xu Jin went after Wen Liang, there would be no news until dawn at the earliest. Yet not only had he caught up and killed the man, he had turned around and stormed the provincial branch, even obtaining Centurion Li's warrant.
"Brother Xu's efficiency..." he muttered, while his hands did not slow in the slightest. He grabbed the Patrol Inspectorate seal from the desk and headed outside.
In the courtyard, Zhao Hu stood guard outside the side room holding Manager Li, hugging his saber. Seeing Wang Lei rush out, he hurried over. "Mr. Wang, what happened? Did Patrol Inspector Xu send word?"
"Patrol Inspector Xu has already fought his way into the Profound Yin Hall's provincial branch." Wang Lei spoke rapidly. "I'm going to coordinate the cleanup team at the provincial Western Office. Guard the Patrol Inspectorate and keep an eye on Manager Li. Don't let anything go wrong. Also, have Old Wu and the others prepare boxes for sealing evidence. We may need them first thing tomorrow morning."
Zhao Hu's eyes lit up. Thumping his chest, he said, "Don't worry! With me here, not even a fly will get in! Want me to bring some men over to help? I've trained my body hard—I can take a beating!"
"No." Wang Lei shook his head. "Patrol Inspector Xu didn't call for