"Was he insulting us?"
"I think he was."
"That old bastard! Get him!"
"Do it yourself. I can't beat him."
"Then get his grandson!"
"He doesn't have a grandson. Or a son..."
"..."
"..."
The two old men stared at each other from a distance, finally falling silent, at a loss for words.
"Forget it. Business first!"
Yuan Qingshan decisively changed the subject, rolled up his sleeves, and entered the Interrogation Room.
Qi Changshan hurried after him.
Inside the Interrogation Room, Black Angel huddled in a corner, covered in blood, crouching there with his hands over his head, his body trembling nonstop.
Yuan Qingshan walked over and gently patted him.
Black Angel was so frightened that he kept shouting, "Stay away! Please, stay away!"
"Good grief, what exactly did that old ghost do to him?"
Yuan Qingshan sighed at the sight, then joined Qi Changshan in a new round of gentle healing for Black Angel.
A full two hours passed.
The two emerged from the Interrogation Room with solemn expressions and headed to Sun Yingxiong's office.
They shut down the computer and disconnected the network.
Forming an energy barrier, they found a spot facing away from the surveillance cameras and spoke quietly.
A long while passed.
The energy dispersed.
The three exchanged looks, nodded lightly, and went their separate ways.
No one knew exactly what they had discussed. Even though they had already brought Luo Qing into the fold, they still kept things isolated to avoid any mishaps.
That afternoon.
Ink Pavilion finally issued an official explanation.
It detailed the battles over the past few days, including exactly how many evil cultists they had captured, along with some thieves' hideouts they had taken out in passing.
The criminal forces among the populace had been thoroughly purged.
Inside the hotel.
Sun