Similar things have happened to him on Blue Star, and the culprits might be other landlords, or perhaps the previous tenant.
It’s even possible that soone in the Inspection Bureau is up to sothing shady; it’s hard to say.
Qu Jianlei really wanted to add "Poor Ghosts, Get Lost" on the paper, but... a peaceful life is sothing to cherish.
After staying in the small yard for twelve days, he finally decided to make a trip outside.
There were two reasons for going out, one being that he was out of food.
He has a big appetite, and previously when tidying up the small yard, he specifically stocked up a batch of food, but now the supplies were running low.
So he drove out, first to the market to buy a batch of grains and mutated beast at.
In Central City, fresh mutated beast at is rare, most are frozen, and the texture is sowhat inferior.
But Qu Jianlei couldn’t care less; having food to eat is good enough, who cares about the standards of a gourt?
After buying the food, he didn’t go back to the small yard but headed straight to the Inspection Bureau.
He had long mastered the cultivation thod for the gold attribute, but he didn’t want anyone to know how strong his comprehension was.
Now that he was out, he might as well visit the Inspection Bureau again to get a new set of cultivation thods to study.
What he didn’t know was that not long after he left the yard, two thugs appeared at the door.
"Not easy to handle," one thug looked up at the second-floor cara, "maybe there’s also recording, right?"
Surveillance in Central City isn’t uncommon, unlike the Celestial District in Houjing City, where a whole city might have only a few caras.
But most of the surveillance doesn’t have recording capabilities, often just real-ti monitoring.
Exactly how this bizarre developnt direction ca to be, Qu Jianlei wasn’t quite sure.
In any case, his surveillance very much could record; those who lack a sense of security wouldn’t mind this bit of "small money."
However, the other thug bent down, picked up a brick, and threw it directly at the cara.
With a "snap," the cara was smashed, "Does it matter if it’s recording... really?"
Smashing caras, this sort of thing, not only in Houjing, but it’s also quite common in Central City.
As long as you’re not caught on the spot by those on real-ti monitoring, you just need to run away.
"What the hell for nine hundred bucks," this person stepped forward, tore off the paper, "are you crazy for money?"
The other thug laughed, "You really don’t believe in evil, do you? It might be related to the Inspection Bureau, you know."
"Has nothing to do with it," he really didn’t care, expressing it boldly.
"It’s been more than ten days, staying put in the yard without coming out; never seen any prominent visitors."
The other also didn’t want to seem timid or cowardly, "So, are we going to break into the yard now?"
"No rush for that," he straightforwardly said, "maybe the boss still wants to negotiate sothing with the Red Skinned Dog."
The security officers’ uniform is red, clearly indicating that the boss they referred to was the leader of a lively social group.
Their words hold no respect for security officers; as for whether they truly hold them in contempt, that’s hard to say.
But no doubt, their boss’s opinion must be respected, otherwise ending up dead by the roadside isn’t impossible.
Qu Jianlei went to the Inspection Bureau and found that Jamaari was out on duty, but Xiao Qin was still there.
The Inspector entrusted the second set of cultivation thods to Xiao Qin, precisely the wood attribute she was cultivating herself.
So when Qu Jianlei visited the Inspection Bureau, he didn’t stay even five minutes, exchanging the old cultivation technique for the new one.
When he returned to the small yard, he was really fuming; the cara was smashed, and the note was torn.
By this point, even if he were dull, he’d know he was being targeted, let alone the fact that he’s not dull?
But this mastermind was hard to pinpoint, whether it was security officers or the Inspection Bureau... who’s to say?
Qu Jianlei isn’t a vengeful person; because of his own issues, he’s quite willing to forgive so people’s impulsiveness.
He thought for a while, wrote out another notice, and replaced the cara.
Then he went back to check the footage, and sure enough, those two thugs were strangers to him.
(Second update, dedicated to Master He ng, "Atlantic Seal.")
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