Chapter 44

Over the next two days, Du Qian went out once to fetch a spirit horn and then never stepped out of the door again. He absorbed the spirit horn when it was time, ate when he was hungry, and spent the rest of the time working on the combat power within his body. One energy thread after another was separated, but how could it be so difficult to create two identical energy threads?

Finally, on the evening of the second day, two completely identical energy threads appeared. Du Qian let out a long breath. To accomplish something, he still had a long way to go; he needed at least a few hundred threads. No matter how difficult it was, the first step of a long journey had finally been taken.

Moreover, Du Qian felt that this effort was not entirely without benefits. Over the two days, his control over the combat power within his body had clearly increased several times. Originally, he had only used the combat power unconsciously, relying on it to make his punches more powerful, his kicks faster, and his reactions more agile.

Now, he knew that by reasonably allocating the combat power, even without learning combat techniques, his strength had increased exponentially. Perhaps in front of Lei Ming, he could last a few more rounds.

Adjusting his schedule, Du Qian continued to absorb the spirit horns. Because he had to work, the time for absorbing the spirit horns could not be arbitrary. He had to ensure that he absorbed one spirit horn before going to work in the morning, so that by the time he finished work in the evening, he could absorb three by the next morning.

Fortunately, over the past two days, the curve he drew showed that the time required to absorb the spirit horns had indeed shortened, from three hours to about two and a half hours. Although he couldn't increase the number of spirit horns he absorbed, it was still manageable to absorb three.

When his leave ended, he tested his combat power one last time and nodded in satisfaction. In the three and a half days of leave, he had absorbed fifteen spirit horns, and his combat power had reached 6,780, bringing him one step closer to becoming a martial cultivator.

"Uncle Feng, have you been busy these past few days?" Du Qian greeted Feng Bao warmly as he entered the patrol police rest room.

"You're here. Go to the captain's office; Captain Leng is looking for you."

"Is there something wrong?" Du Qian asked softly. Uncle Feng was an old-timer with many connections and reliable information. He had been on leave for three days, so there shouldn't be any issues. Even if there were, they wouldn't be related to him.

"Kid, remember to visit Uncle Feng when you're successful. Don't forget your old friends when you make it big." Feng Bao sighed. He had seen many second-generation rich kids, and they all said similar things, but very few ever came back to visit him. In their eyes, Feng Bao was nothing.

Du Qian, however, was different. He had thought Du Qian would be his partner for a long time, maybe even until his retirement. Who would have thought that after just a few days of work, this kid would take off.

Most importantly, it wasn't because of connections; it was due to his own good fortune that he soared to the top.

For someone like Du Qian, such a transfer was nothing to the big shots, but it was a big deal for a patrol police officer at the bottom.

"Making it big? Thank you, Uncle Feng. I promise to visit you often. I'll go now." With that, he turned and ran out. He was about to make it big. Sima Yi was really a good friend, sending him five hundred spirit horns and then transferring him to a better position. How considerate, truly considerate.

Just for this, the grudge of being beaten up by his daughter would be forgiven.

Well, this was just a small man's self-important cry. Someone like him had no hope of revenge in his lifetime.

He knocked on the door twice, knowing Captain Leng's habits, and pushed the door open directly. "Captain Leng, you wanted to see me?"

Where was he being transferred? There weren't many good positions in the patrol police. Was it to the commercial district or the Gem Dock? He had heard that the Gem Dock was quite good. Although the earnings weren't as high as in the commercial district, there was less work. He could just drink tea and chat all day, and there wouldn't be many incidents in a month.

Less work, more people, and better earnings. If possible, he hoped to be transferred to the Gem Dock. He wondered if the gift he sent a few days ago had worked. If you didn't transfer him to the Gem Dock, he would glare at you.

A hundred spirit horns, worth tens of thousands, and no benefits, he would report you for bribery. As Du Qian walked forward, his mind was racing with these thoughts. But these were just thoughts; a small patrol officer wouldn't dare to report the captain. That would be asking for death.

Seeing Du Qian, Leng Jun's face showed a complex expression. This kid was really lucky, getting transferred so quickly, and the person who requested the transfer was someone very important. He had originally wanted to help Du Qian get a good position, but it turned out to be unnecessary.

"Du Qian, your position is being transferred. They are waiting for you in the rest room downstairs."

"Downstairs rest room? I just passed by, and there was no one there." Du Qian asked in confusion.

"Not the patrol police rest room, but the division's rest room."

"Ah..." Du Qian exclaimed in surprise. Although he had been in the patrol police for a short time, with Uncle Feng's information, he knew many things. The patrol police had the lowest status in the division, and the division's rest room was generally not used by the patrol police.

"You're lucky, go on. Come back and visit when you have time." Leng Jun came out from behind his desk and patted Du Qian's shoulder lightly.

He had thousands of subordinates, and with the high turnover in the patrol police, he had handled thousands of people. Among so many, he had never seen anyone as lucky as Du Qian.

There had been lucky patrol officers before, but who could compare to Du Qian? He had been on the job for less than a week, taken three days off, and was now being transferred to a coveted department. In fact, he had taken more leave than he had worked. Where was the fairness in that?

Thinking about himself, he had joined the police force and climbed step by step. Just when he was about to make it, he offended someone and was kicked into the patrol police. Starting from the middle ranks, he finally climbed to the position of patrol police captain.

Even so, he didn't expect a promotion. There were people above him, and being able to retire in this position was already a mercy.

"I will." Du Qian was no longer in a hurry. What department was he being transferred to? Clearly, it wasn't an internal transfer within the patrol police. The Gem Dock was out of the question.

In the rest room of the Gem Division, six people were sitting. Four of them were the division's captains, all present. On the other side were only two people, sitting very steadily. The six were chatting and laughing, looking quite harmonious.

Du Qian knocked on the door and cautiously poked his head in, only to be scared back. His aunt was there, sitting at the end. What was going on?

Even as a war orphan, he knew basic etiquette. From the seating arrangement, he could tell the hierarchy. On the main side, his aunt was sitting at the last position. Who could sit above her in the Gem Division? It was obvious.

In the entire division, only the other three captains could rank above his aunt.

"Du Qian, come in. What are you running for?" The man on the guest side spoke. The voice sounded familiar.

Walking into the room, Du Qian looked closely but couldn't remember where he had seen this person before, despite his excellent memory.

"Du Qian is here. We should go. There's a lot to do at the station. Thank you, Gem Division, for cultivating such an excellent talent for us." The man spouted a series of formalities, his facial muscles twitching, clearly not used to saying such things, as if he had memorized them.

"You're too kind. We didn't do much." The man speaking was unknown to Du Qian, but he could guess that the person sitting at the head of the main side was the chief of the Gem Division.

"Du Qian, let's go." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Du Qian, who felt as if he was being clamped by a machine, unable to move at all. How much strength did this person have?

Du Qian wanted to say something but couldn't. The man's hand was not only strong but also exerted a force that controlled his entire body.

Damn, was this a job transfer? It couldn't be a kidnapping, right?

Kidnapping was naturally impossible. In front of the four captains of the Gem Division, even if it were a kidnapping, it wouldn't be considered one.

Du Qian at least knew he wasn't in danger. His aunt, though cold, cared about him and wouldn't let him be kidnapped. Summarizing the attitudes of Uncle Feng and Captain Leng, this should be a good thing.

In the courtyard of the division, Du Qian was thrown into a car by the burly man. Du Qian looked at the car excitedly. He didn't recognize the model, but he knew it was a Roaring Bear. The lowest configuration cost 450,000, and a better one cost over 600,000.

Actually, the Roaring Bear wasn't considered a luxury car but was the pinnacle of off-road vehicles, with powerful kinetic energy and excellent off-road capabilities. It had a dual-spray system, turbocharging, full-body sealing, air filtration, and waterproof and bulletproof features. It was several levels better than the ordinary military vehicles used by the field army and was far more comfortable to drive and ride in.

The Roaring Bear was called a luxury car that wasn't a luxury car.

"Want to try driving?" Seeing Du Qian's excitement, the two men who came to pick him up were not surprised. Men had three loves, after all.

What three loves?

Spirit knives, Roaring Bears, and beauty's blood.

What were spirit knives? Only martial cultivators could have spirit knives and swords, and with them, they could gain power, status, and wealth.

The Roaring Bear referred to the car in front of him. Compared to so-called luxury cars, this was the car a man should drive. Most cars were useless outside the city, and beyond the thirty-kilometer safety zone, only the Roaring Bear could roar forward.

Hills, deserts, grasslands—there was almost nowhere it couldn't go, except the sea. As long as you had enough energy, it could keep running.

As for what beauty's blood was, no explanation was needed; any man would understand.

"Want to..." Du Qian's head nodded so fast.

"Come on, I didn't expect you to look so good. I thought you looked like a pig before."

A pig? Du Qian's eyes lit up as he finally recognized the owner of the voice. He had never seen him, but he had heard his voice before.