Pudek, who had not slept all night, dozed off briefly at dawn.
His aching chest and dry, gritty eyes were telling the middle-aged police chief that, at his age, he should have gotten some proper rest.
But...
The moment Pudek looked at the documents on his desk, he immediately perked up again.
Only at times like this did Pudek envy Transcendents. Their Stamina and energy, far beyond that of ordinary people, were something he had always wanted but could never attain.
However, the middle-aged police chief soon began muttering curses at those reckless Transcendents again.
Although yesterday's battle on the outskirts of the city had not affected any ordinary people, an entire hundred-meter stretch of road and its cables had been completely destroyed. Repairing it would be no small task. At the thought of having to submit a detailed, comprehensive report to City Hall, Pudek felt his temples throb.
But worse was yet to come.
More than a dozen arson cases had occurred in succession last night.
No one had been hurt, but several buildings had been damaged.
"What a bunch of bastards!"
"Can't they learn from that guy?"
"He may be cold, but he knows what he needs to do and never acts recklessly!"
As he looked at the report in his hand, the middle-aged police chief could not help thinking of Qin Ran.
The middle-aged police chief's feelings toward Qin Ran were extremely complicated.
Even though he remained devoted to his duty, a life-saving debt was still a life-saving debt. He could not forget it.
Or rather, how could someone who forgot a life-saving debt possibly remain devoted to his duty?
Tugging at his already loosened collar, the middle-aged police chief focused on his thoughts.
He believed he needed to repay Qin Ran's debt of gratitude.
Otherwise, it