Qiu Hong saw the way the other man's eyes lit up.
For the sake of the bureau's prized talent, he hurriedly changed the subject. "Then how do you think we should handle this, Grandmaster Jiang?"
Jiang Chen answered without thinking. "Lock him up in Purgatory for now."
Judging by his extensive experience, Qin Yu was an insignificant small fry. His death would only make Qin breathe a sigh of relief.
But if he remained alive, and lived in the Netherworld's Purgatory at that, certain people would constantly be on edge.
He could not help sighing.
It was only this damned system, which only let him farm Ghost Qi, that limited the scope of his talents.
Otherwise, he would have drawn a Five-Star Card long ago.
"Good! I'll definitely work with that person to get to the bottom of this and give you a satisfactory answer, Grandmaster Jiang!" Qiu Hong thumped his chest in assurance.
Jiang Chen patted his shoulder amiably. "Come now, Qiu, I have absolute confidence in how you handle things. Your only flaw is that your approach lacks the vigor of your youth."
"Alas, life's hardships have made all of us lose who we once were..."
As he spoke of this, he sighed repeatedly, looking deeply pained.
The people beside them struggled to hold back their laughter.
Naturally, they still remembered what Qiu Hong had said yesterday: back in his youth, he would have chopped those people up right there in the street.
They had not expected him to keep getting roasted over it.
Barring any surprises, before long, "young Qiu Hong" would become as hot a topic at the Jiangbei Branch Bureau as "Yang Chuan of the Netherworld."
After finishing his business at the Netherworld,
Jiang Chen returned home just as Sister Hong finished making breakfast.