"What? Zhang Beixing really said that?!"
In the capital of Lanbo, at the Capital Police Station, the chief looked incredulously at the young officer who had co to deliver the ssage.
The young officer, of course, didn't dare to hide anything and repeated Zhang Beixing's words to the chief, word for word.
After hearing it, the chief was montarily shocked, then quickly fell silent, saying nothing for quite a while.
Damn...
He cursed inwardly but didn't let it out, still needing to maintain his image in front of his subordinates.
No matter how big the issue, one still needs to keep up appearances, otherwise, it would be too humiliating.
He is the face of the Capital Police Station, and that face can't be lost.
"Since Zhang Beixing has said he won't harm civilians, then just leave him be. Let him go."
He didn't voice the latter half of his thought, for what could they do even if they did intervene?
It seed nothing could be changed by intervening.
Even issuing restrictions on Zhang Beixing seed ineffective in truly limiting his actions.
It would only end up being even more embarrassing instead.
"After all, if Zhang Beixing and his people do act, it would be against the capital's underworld organizations. Just as well, those guys have been a bit too arrogant these recent years."
"Since we are not conveniently able to make a move, let's let Zhang Beixing deal with them. Consider it killing two birds with one stone!"
Thinking this, he also pondered internally.
Those guys are so arrogant usually, mainly because they have umbrellas protecting them.
In the capital, with so many big shots and interpersonal relationships to handle, one must find ways to manage and maintain various people's faces, even for soone like him, the chief of police. Many things cannot be done absolutely.
This often results in many violent incidents being handled very cautiously, quite uncomfortably.
Every ti he wanted to crack down hard, to sweep through the capital's mafia.
But every ti it turned into a lots of noise and little rain situation, leaving him, as the chief, feeling aggrieved.
Now with Zhang Beixing, this dragon from afar, about to act, even the umbrellas shielding these mafias will have no way out.
Do you really think you can be stronger than the world's only transcendent?
Heh.
Provoking Zhang Beixing like this, dealing with both you and your umbrella at once will be quite entertaining.
Thinking thus.
The chief's mood suddenly lightened up.
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At this mont, Zhang Beixing and Jennifer had already arrived near the hotel where The Ninth Bureau team mbers were staying.
He didn't go up to et the team imdiately, as there was no need for it now.
With a beauty by his side, there was no point in going to find those guys; better to let them improvise on their own.
Zhang Beixing wasn't aware that the chief of Lanbo's police station had already set his calculations on him.
Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. After all, the chief's intentions coincided with his.
Jennifer pointed to a nearby restaurant, "Minister, I often co here to eat. Why don't we have lunch here?"
"This restaurant is Michelin-starred, though not very high, only two stars. The average price isn't too high either, I can afford it, so let treat you this al, okay?"
Zhang Beixing looked at the sowhat eager Jennifer, raising an eyebrow.
Well now.
This girl, so generous?
Being proactive in treating soone is quite different from the customs in Great Xia, where even splitting the bill could lead to grievances about family situations.
Click, click.
"Alright, now you're my guide. I'll let you organize my schedule; I'll do whatever you say."
Zhang Beixing readily agreed.
He isn't particularly picky about food.
Rembering those days in Neon and Wu Country.
Click, click,
Clearly having reached so famous tourist spots, though not there for tourism, trying local foods could've been sothing.
But what did he end up doing?
Barely had two good als, eating mainly things like compressed biscuits, military rations.
What nonsense.
As Zhang Beixing would say, it would have been better to eat instant noodles.
At least instant noodles are hot, right?
Now there is a free al, naturally, he is quite satisfied.
Inside the restaurant, Zhang Beixing couldn't understand the writing in Lanbo, so he simply let Jennifer order without interference.
The main thing was to let the host decide.
Jennifer called the waiter and fluidly ordered in Lanbo language.
Although he couldn't understand a word, judging by the long conversation, she must have ordered quite a bit.
Jennifer still cooked with the mindset of a Martial Artist, knowing that people like them usually had quite an appetite.
In Wu Country, regular soldiers could get full with a piece of compressed biscuit and spring water in their stomachs, feeling quite satiated.
But for Zhang Beixing, a al required four or five pieces of compressed biscuits to be considered full.
That appetite was evident.
After Jennifer finished ordering, she switched back to English to chat with Zhang Beixing.
Fortunately, Zhang Beixing is a true university student; otherwise, this prolonged English conversation would have been difficult.
Even though his accent had so issues, it wasn't a big deal.
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