Kong Xianglong had been assigned to the Field Operations Office, where he was tasked with tracking down criminals. Today, he had come with a criminal he had arrested. When Xu Qing spotted him, he was chatting with one of the jailers he knew on Level 9.7

Lying on the ground next to him was a Dualface, gasping for breath. The Dualface had an impressive cultivation base. Despite being hurt and reclining, it still pulsed with the fluctuations of seven heavenly palaces. It was clearly an impressive representation of its species. That said, it was in bad condition. It had been beaten up so badly it was missing a leg, and from the wound, it had apparently been ripped off.0

Kong Xianglong was also hurt, but he didn’t seem worried about the injuries. Seeing Xu Qing, his eyes lit up.0

“Xu Qing!”0

“Big Bro Kong,” Xu Qing replied, saluting him in return.4

The other jailers called out greetings. Quite a few of them had heard that Xu Qing never requested a transfer after being assigned to D-132. What was more, he always went home after work, and had not yet died under mysterious circumstances. That had earned him the admiration of the jailers.0

Xu Qing smiled at Kong Xianglong and looked closely at his injuries.0

“It’s nothing, really. Flesh wounds. Xu Qing, are you actually a jailer now? Hahaha! I should have expected that.” Kong Xianglong had obviously noted his uniform with its dark flame markings, and also the way the other jailers treated him. He didn’t seem surprised at all that Xu Qing was a jailer. “Actually, back when I heard you were assigned to be the palace lord’s secretary-general, I totally knew that—”6

“What...0