Chapter 23

Everyone present had experienced major events, but the order just issued seemed to be poorly executed, causing some chaos.

Behind Fei Xue, stood a burly man in police uniform. From his attire, everyone could recognize him as a patrol officer.

A patrol officer? What’s going on? Is it appropriate for a patrol officer to be here?

Next to the patrol officer stood a young girl in combat gear, exuding a faint aura of killing intent, clearly having just taken a life.

This young girl moved the hearts of those present slightly. Their eyesight was not ordinary; even without any testing equipment, they could see that this girl’s combat strength was quite high.

Apart from these few, the rest were dressed in various attire, causing Guo Qingtian to frown. These were all his subordinates.

This was not important, as the Iron Guards were all trustworthy. However, what did it mean for Old Luo to bring a small patrol officer? Even if there was a conflict between the patrol officer and the Iron Guards...

Could there be a conflict? What is a patrol officer? What are the Iron Guards? The difference is too great, the possibility of conflict is too low.

Furthermore, even if a conflict did arise, you should resolve it privately. What kind of place is this? This is the City Lord’s residence. Not only are the four City Lords present, but also the Honorable One. Is it appropriate to bring such trivial matters here?

"Ah! You’re here, come quickly." Before everyone could figure out what was happening, Sikong Min jumped off her chair, her perfect ladylike image instantly ruined, and bounced towards Luo Chengying.

Luo Chengying was Old Luo, one of the Iron Guards, nearly seventy years old. In the world of martial cultivators, he had basically reached his peak. Although the lifespan of martial cultivators is roughly twice that of ordinary people, with some living up to nearly three hundred years.

However, the human body is a marvel. A 68-year-old War King has a combat strength of only 300,000, and it is unlikely to improve further in his lifetime.

Fortunately, the Iron Guards not only require strong combat strength but also loyalty. Old Luo was the type of person who was particularly trustworthy, with combat strength that was only at the bottom of the Iron Guards.

Luo Chengying was not only loyal but also very cautious. Although his combat strength was lacking, Sikong Yi still had him follow his daughter, as his presence was reassuring.

The ambush was quite significant, but even so, he was not worried about his daughter’s safety. He believed that his daughter had sufficient support, with Old Luo’s meticulousness and the high combat strength of his two daughters, there was nothing to worry about.

Now, Old Luo had actually come, and he was carrying a small patrol officer. Sikong Yi immediately guessed that this matter was related to his daughter. Seeing his younger daughter’s lively and happy appearance confirmed it. Lucky boy, once verified, you will be rewarded with wealth and honor.

Sikong Min grabbed Du Qian, freeing him from Old Luo’s grip. At this moment, Du Qian felt that Sikong Min was a goddess, but unfortunately, his eyes were so swollen that he couldn’t even see, and tears couldn’t flow.

"Come, sit here." Sikong Min said enthusiastically, as if the City Lords and other important figures were of no concern to her, leaving it to her father to handle.

"Are you okay?" Sikong Hui asked coldly, her greeting somewhat reluctant.

"Look at me, do I look okay?" Du Qian really wanted to cry, but unfortunately, he couldn’t see, and naturally didn’t know where he was. If he did, he wouldn’t dare speak so boldly even if he had a hundred or eighty lives.

"Tsk, are you even a man? Just a light touch, and your head swells like that. Are you made of clay?" Sikong Min said, dissatisfied.

Among these people, only three had seen Du Qian before, and the others had no idea what he originally looked like. It was too difficult to deduce his appearance from his current state.

Only when Du Qian sat down did everyone see his current appearance. Two Iron Guards sucked in their breath, their faces turning cold, feeling the pain for him.

Sikong Yi, who was always calm, saw the marks on Du Qian’s face, and his thick, dark eyebrows twitched slightly.

The four City Lords were not ordinary people. Even if they knew nothing, they could deduce a bit of the story from the marks on Du Qian’s face. This story is quite long...

"Let’s get to the point." Sikong Yi saw everyone’s attention on Du Qian’s face, and tapped the table lightly.

"Yes, I am Captain Fei Xue of the Pingchuan Flying Tiger Team. In this assassination attempt at Pearl Pier, there were thirty-nine assassins, none of whom escaped, and none were left alive. They used military-grade kinetic fission bombs, which are very powerful. At Fisherman’s Pier, there was only one assassin, who is also dead." Fei Xue didn’t like to waste words, and he assumed that important figures didn’t want to hear unnecessary details, so he kept it brief.

"Conclusion." Sikong Yi asked in a deep voice.

"The weapons included three kinetic fission bombs, twelve ordinary kinetic bombs, and twelve long-range kinetic guns. The other personnel were responsible for covering, and they didn’t even have daggers. These are all military-grade equipment from the Zhenhai Alliance. From the assassination method and the prior arrangements, it is more likely that the Buxian organization is behind this."

Such an assassination attempt against a high-ranking official is no joke. Whether it’s organization, information, equipment, action, command, or communication, it’s a comprehensive system. Otherwise, it would be impossible to get within a hundred meters of Sikong Yi.

"Hmph! Just trying to muddy the waters." Sikong Yi snorted, his voice not loud, but Du Qian felt his body tense. From the sound, he could tell that there were many people in the room, and the space was quite large, yet the temperature seemed to drop several degrees with just a snort.

Zhu Zhenqing was taken aback for a moment but quickly reacted. The Honorable One was right. This assassination attempt, though it seemed large-scale and used heavy weapons, was actually not a real threat. At the level of the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, using purely kinetic weapons, it’s hard to even cause injury, let alone kill.

The number of assassins was not small, and their weapons were excellent, but their strength was too weak. According to the reports he received, the strongest among them had a combat strength of only a few hundred thousand. Such assassins are very powerful against ordinary people, but against one of the Nine Ministers like Sikong Yi, they were just delivering themselves.

To truly assassinate Sikong Yi, at least one or two martial cultivators of the same level would be needed, at least at the Divine Master level, plus dozens of Battle Master martial cultivators. Sending a few War Kings wouldn’t even count as an assassination.

"Alright, everyone knows. No need to pay attention to those ghosts and clowns. Old Luo, tell us what happened on your end." Compared to this seemingly large-scale assassination, Sikong Yi found the small patrol officer, who was beaten into a pig’s head by his daughter, more interesting.

"Sir, the assassin who tried to kill Miss was a veteran mole. This patrol officer seemed quite familiar with him. The kinetic bomb was wrapped in paper. We didn’t notice anything, but he did."

"Oh? Quite sharp." Sikong Yi responded casually, seemingly not taking it seriously. However, he was somewhat surprised. He knew the standards of the Iron Guards and Old Luo’s capabilities. For him to notice something before Old Luo, the word "sharp" was an understatement.

"He hugged Miss and hid behind the iron guard. When he tried to draw his gun, something unexpected happened..."

Well, everyone’s faces showed amusement, the misunderstanding was clear.

"Miss also misunderstood and went to help." Old Luo stopped here, as the Honorable One was very practical. The matter was clear, and there was no need to elaborate.

"Identity?" Sikong Yi was not a man of many words.

Old Luo gave a meaningful look to Leng Jun. It was your turn to step up. If it weren’t for identifying this person, a patrol officer captain from a district wouldn’t have the right to stand here.

Leng Jun was almost in tears. Damn it, how could he recognize anyone with his head like this? Even if his mother were called, could she recognize him?

"This... you..."

"Leng Captain, it’s me..." Du Qian quickly said, but he forgot that he was just a new recruit. Leng Jun had thousands of patrol officers under him, and he couldn’t possibly remember a new recruit who had only been in the force for a few days.

Even if it were because of Du Lanfang, Leng Jun might have some impression of Du Qian, but that was under normal circumstances. Look at your face now, is it normal?

As for his voice, don’t even joke about it. Leng Captain couldn’t remember your voice to begin with, let alone this distorted voice. It was already difficult to understand what he was saying.

Several pairs of eyes focused on Du Qian. If it weren’t for his comical appearance and the lack of any threat from him, someone would have already taken action.

Unknown origin!

Just these four words would be a light punishment for him. A patrol officer from the Treasure Division at Fisherman’s Pier? The patrol officer captain doesn’t even recognize you, and you claim to be one. The empire has strict uniform regulations, but with an assassination attempt and the use of powerful kinetic fission bombs, a simple patrol officer uniform is nothing.

"Du Qian, senior?" A slightly immature voice sounded.

"It’s me, really me." He really wanted to cry. Finally, someone recognized his voice. It was so difficult. This voice, once heard, Du Qian would never forget. Besides, Yao Jing had lived in the War Orphan School for ten years, just like him. Even if they weren’t in the same class, they saw each other often. They weren’t particularly close, but they were familiar.

"Du Qian? You’re Du Qian?" Leng Jun’s voice was sharp. How could this be Du Qian?

Well, Leng Jun had to admit that no matter who’s head swells like this, unless they are extremely familiar, it’s impossible to recognize them.

"Leng Captain, it’s me." He felt his eyes moisten, but where were his eyes?

He was deeply moved. Finally, he could prove that he was Du Qian. The more he couldn’t see, the better his ears worked, and he even had a sixth sense. Those gazes were so piercing.

If he couldn’t prove that he was Du Qian, it would be dangerous. Sometimes, important figures are easy to deal with, as the saying goes, "The King is easy to see, but the little devils are hard to deal with." But sometimes, they are more dangerous than little devils, as they don’t need to reason with you.

"Du Qian, is it? Good name. Thank you for saving my two daughters." Once Du Qian proved his identity, the atmosphere in the room noticeably softened.