It was noon. Not a cloud could be seen in the dome of heaven, yet Sima Ru had a dark cloud overhead, within which crackled bolts of lightning. Her cloud resembled a vicious ghost face, bursting with ferocity; it seemed like all it would take was a thought from Sima Ru, and the evil ghost would rush into the Violent Crimes Division and pounce on Xu Qing.

There usually weren’t many people on the street outside the Violent Crimes Division. Right now, there were literally none.

As soon as Xu Qing got word that Sima Ru was coming, he’d sent all the constables home. And thus, the inside of the Violent Crimes Division was just as empty as the outside. Except for Xu Qing. He sat in the reception hall in front of the painting of the evil ghosts fighting for food. Upon hearing Sima Ru’s words, he looked up at her standing outside the main entrance. He didn’t pay any attention at all to the ghost face above her, nor the singing balls. His eyes focused solely on Sima Ru, flashing as though...