Undercurrents

At the top floor of a building somewhere in Lungmen.

At this moment, the place was brilliantly lit. People from every stratum and circle had gathered here for this single occasion. After the owner of the penthouse atop the building announced the start of the party, the atmosphere here sank into an idleness completely unlike that of the busy people below.

In one corner of the gathering, a young man holding a wineglass filled with red wine gazed down at the city beneath him.

He had lived in this city for more than twenty years, while his family had lived on this land since before the city had been converted into a mobile city.

He and his family were the rightful owners of this city. As for Wei Yenwu... he was nothing more than an outsider.

"Young master, intelligence has come from the Guard Department."

At that moment, a servant came to his side and quietly reported in a low voice. The young man set down his wineglass, rose to his feet, and walked toward the edge of the area.

People from all sorts of factions were mingling at this party, so certain things could not be discussed here. It was not yet time to lay his cards on the table.

After confirming that no one was nearby, the young master pressed his ring. A faint layer of energy spread outward from him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Within this domain, he no longer needed to worry about others prying into his secrets.

"What happened at the Guard Department?"

Leaning against the railing nearby, the young master asked.

If he remembered correctly, he had sent people to Primeval Plaza to "make trouble" tonight. They should have succeeded by now. After all, they had the latest firearms purchased from Laterano, and all they had to deal with were ordinary people.

"A-Kuan failed. When the operation began, they ran into a group of plainclothes officers. Then Swire led the Special Operations Group there as well..."

"What?!"

At that moment, the young master's composed expression finally changed. Without pause, he asked directly:

"Was there a leak?"

"No. Before Swire and the Guard Department's Special Operations Group arrived, A-Kuan had already been shot dead. Those low-level men were nothing but scum dragged out of the slums. They had no right to know about your great plan or the family's, young master."

At that moment, the young master's tightly suspended heart finally settled.

Though the plan had failed, nothing had been leaked. To him, that was the best possible outcome. After all, whether it was guns or people, he could get as many as he wanted.

As long as you paid a little money, the scum of the slums would do anything for you, even offer up their lives!

"Who was it this time? Don't tell me it was that auxiliary police instructor from last time again?"

The young master suddenly asked.

The auxiliary police instructor he spoke of was naturally Roy. Before the factory incident, he had no impression of the man whatsoever. But after that incident, both the man and his file had landed on the young master's desk.

Although everyone outside claimed that Chen had crushed the conspiracy against the police, after watching the footage from the scene, he understood that the person who had truly played the crucial role was that auxiliary officer!

"Yes, it was him. He personally killed A-Kuan too. Should we..."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"N-No, young master!"

Hearing the servant's words, the young master revealed a dangerous expression.

Seeing his young master's expression and feeling the aura emanating from him, the servant fearfully dropped to his knees. Only then did the young master's expression soften slightly.

Then, he continued:

"Go make contact with him. It would be such a waste for someone with that kind of ability to remain a mere auxiliary officer in the Guard Department."

"If he is willing to join us, have him replace A-Ming. If he refuses... you understand."

As his words ended, the energy domain gradually faded, and the young master slowly returned to the party...

Meanwhile, at the Lungmen Guard Department.

After finishing a brief round of questioning, Roy left.

As for those officers... after something like this happened, their short leave was naturally canceled. After all, this was not some attack on a slum. Primeval Plaza had been attacked—one of Lungmen's economic centers, and the territory of the Swire family, Victoria's noble family and one of Lungmen's greatest supporters. This undoubtedly counted as a terrorist attack, and the Lungmen Guard Department naturally needed to conduct a thorough investigation.

As for whether they would truly investigate...

In Roy's view, they were merely making a show of it. They only needed to give the Swire family an explanation. After all, too many forces were involved in this matter.

He had encountered the same sort of thing during his first few years as a police officer in his previous life. It was only after the major crackdown on organized crime that certain people became much more restrained.

Roy did not like this sort of thing. That was why, despite the merits he should have received, he had not been given the treatment he deserved. It was not until the top official had been expelled from both the Party and public office over corruption, and a new leader arrived, that he was promoted.

"Forget it. I'll find an opportunity to resign and leave this place."

With a soft sigh, Roy shook his head and headed toward his residence.

What he did not notice was that someone in an office somewhere in that building was quietly watching him.

Lungmen was brilliantly lit at night, but that only applied to the central districts. Such sights could not be seen in the outer districts, much less the slums within the even farther outer ring. All those people could do was struggle to survive. The only entertainment they could enjoy was the lowest sort. Nothing more.

Having made up his mind, Roy headed for his temporary residence. At that moment, several people caught his attention.

In a dark alley, a group of people carrying all kinds of weapons seemed to be chasing something. At the end of the dead end, they stopped. They had surrounded someone.

"What are you doing? This is the police, now..."

Before Roy could finish speaking, those people scattered and fled. Only then did Roy, who had walked over, finally see who the victim was.

From her appearance, her injuries did not seem serious. Judging by the broken Originium sword beside her, she might once have held some status, though she had clearly gone through some kind of upheaval.

Roy did not leave her there. He hoisted her onto his shoulder and headed toward his residence. If they were only minor injuries, he still had enough medicine there...