"Hello, Young Master He? Something happened."
Huddled alone in a pile of garbage at the foot of the city wall, Xiaomi called Young Master He with a trembling voice.
"What happened?"
"I... I killed someone."
On the verge of tears, Xiaomi explained what had happened.
The other end went silent.
He knew Xiaomi's character well. A few drinks, and he forgot his own limits.
His father used to clean up his messes, but Young Master He wasn't his father.
Killing a special commissioner-if that pissed off Yang Min...
Every Police Bureau in the Dragon Kingdom would investigate him.
Even the He Family couldn't shoulder that kind of blame.
"Fuck... what did the Pao Ge Society say?"
Young Master He fought back the urge to curse him out and asked quietly.
"Brother... Brother Xie got arrested protecting me. I can't reach Brother Thirteen now, either. Help me find him. Have him get me out of the city. I'll hide outside for a few months."
Xiaomi spoke with lingering fear.
Yang Min was known as the living king of hell, and one of his men was dead.
The Ministry of State Security would go through the roof.
Apocalypse or not, a special commissioner had never actually been murdered before.
Even the most vicious outlaws knew that a special commissioner represented Yang Min's prestige. Touching one was tantamount to declaring war on Yang Min.
"I'll contact Brother Thirteen. You... stay hidden for now."
Young Master He hung up, unsettled.
He kept feeling that something was far too suspicious, but couldn't figure out where the problem lay.
All he could say was that the timing was too damn unfortunate.
Half an hour later.
A few hundred meters from Xiaomi's hiding place.
A dozen or so vans slowly came to a stop.
A Pao