Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 138 - 137: A Once-In-A-Thousand-Year Opportunity

Wang Yunxiao entered the cell block for the third time, feeling as familiar and comfortable as if he were returning home.

So when he saw Old Master He, he wasn’t surprised at all.

Although the police department had provided Old Master He with a dormitory, the dormitory was only cleaner; it wasn’t as comfortable as living in this cell block.

The young police officers brought over by Qin Xiangdong were all high and mighty and knew nothing; Old Master He had nothing in common with them. Unlike here in the cell, where everyone was like his grandkids, Old Master He could hit or scold them whenever he wanted, and these bastards had to keep him happy.

The people who had previously been detained had been replaced, and as the newcomers saw Wang Yunxiao, who looked young and unfamiliar, they decided to teach him a lesson by tripping him as he walked by.

Wang Yunxiao wasn’t about to indulge such nasty habits, so he kicked up his foot and fed him a big shoe.

His sidekick immediately bristled, "You dare hit my bro..."

Wang Yunxiao swung his arm and landed a heavy slap on his face, and the sidekick went down without a peep.

Sleeping utterly peacefully.

Wang Yunxiao rolled up his sleeves, looked around, and everyone fell silent.

Old Master He opened his eyes and said with a helpless smile, "You rascal, what brought you back here?"

"Nothing much, just came for fun. Just thrashed a cop who was asking for it; I took the blame."

Wang Yunxiao told the truth.

He knew there was a problem with Zhang Meng, but the other ordinary police officers didn’t know it and lacked the experience to deal with such issues.

The experienced ones were all out on the field.

They didn’t know how to handle it, and Wang Yunxiao didn’t dare let them take over. Just kidding, handing it over to you, and if something goes wrong, to whom am I supposed to complain?

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Old Master He.

But Old Master He didn’t work during the day.

After searching everywhere and asking around, he found out that Old Master He had moved back into the cell block, saying it helped him sleep more soundly.

"That’s pretty much what happened."

Wang Yunxiao, with a playful smile, moved close to Old Master He and summarised the situation outside in a few words in a low voice.

"Never heard of it, those foreigners’ stuff I don’t understand."

Old Master He shook his head as if it were a tambourine.

"I never said it was the foreigners’ stuff."

"If I’ve never seen it, then it must be the foreigners’ stuff."

Old Master He grimaced, "In recent years, more and more foreigners have been coming from abroad. They’re not stupid; they all know it’s unsafe outside. As I always say, if they’re not from our clan, their hearts will be different! The President is still a bit too kind-hearted. If it were a dozen years ago when she was in charge of Tianmen, none of this messy stuff would have happened..."

After saying this, he glanced at Wang Yunxiao again and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, "You’ve been doing well recently, huh? Got a little meat on your bones, feeling like your back’s straighter, your fists harder? You only remember old men when you need something..."

"No way!"

Wang Yunxiao hurriedly pulled out a pack of cigarettes he had just bought at the grocery store at the entrance, lit one for Old Master He and said with an apologetic grin, "Haven’t I always treated you like my own family, respecting you like an elder?"

"Bullshit! Do you even have any elders left? Giving me a light is like offering incense to your dad, right?"

Old Master He took a drag of the cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring out the window leisurely. Turning back to Wang Yunxiao, he seriously said, "Kid, you’re still young, inexperienced. Let me tell you, a lot of dead people isn’t a big deal. Tianmen is so big; lots of people die every year. You’ve grown up in good times, haven’t seen much. When I was young... forget it, let’s not talk about that."

"A lot of dead isn’t a problem, but many people dying together, that’s a problem."

"And most importantly, from what you’ve told me, the methods used are too crude."

Wang Yunxiao asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by crude methods?"

Old Master He glared at him irritably, "What it means is that there’s at least an eighty percent chance it was done by the foreigners. Foreign monks like to engage in this kind of bloody sacrifice, and they’re not even proper monks."

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself that he knew this, it was all written in his notebook, about how the Throne Knights were coming to seek revenge on him.

The key issue is, what kind of power system do the foreigners use, and what exactly is a Throne Knight, I have no clue!

Old Master He glanced at him, just about to speak, when they heard a police knock on the door outside, "Wang Yunxiao! Come out!"

The people from the Special Service Bureau had finally arrived.

Wang Yunxiao, in the Director’s office, saw a familiar face again.

The last time he had seen this person was when the former Director was being threatened over the phone by an Advisor.

"Let me introduce myself, Head of the Intelligence Department at the Special Service Bureau of Tianmen City, Qiao Hongyi."

The young military officer sitting across the desk, wearing glasses and dressed impeccably, watched Wang Yunxiao expressionlessly.

That sharp gaze, just like the last time, seemed to scrutinize him thoroughly from head to toe.

"Wang Xiaoming? That’s a fake name, right?"

"Yes, my name is..."

"Wang Yunxiao, I know."

Qiao Hongyi took out the notebook he was carrying, placed it on the desk, and extended his hand to Wang Yunxiao, "Hand over the notebook you confiscated earlier so I can have a look at it."

Wang Yunxiao honestly handed over the notebook, and took the opportunity to glance at Qiao Hongyi’s notebook.

Little Gourd also liked to jot down notes and draw in a notebook, wondering if it was a mandatory skill for Advisors to release their abilities through recording.

Could this notebook in his hand also be a Holy Relic left behind by some Advisor?

Just like some settings in internet novels, where one could create magic objects with extraordinary features...

"It’s not the same thing."

Qiao Hongyi suddenly looked up at him and said, "Your object was crafted by a Western Sorcerer as a magic object, while mine is just an ordinary notebook with no special powers."

After a moment’s thought, he added, "Don’t think it’s a good thing just because it’s useful. There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Some things might appear beautiful, but you don’t know the cost behind them."

Wang Yunxiao nodded vigorously, not daring to utter another word.

This guy seemed to read minds, knowing exactly what you were thinking with just one look.

Qiao Hongyi copied the information from Wang Yunxiao’s notebook to his own without missing a word, then handed the notebook back to Wang Yunxiao and told him, "You and your team are under the direct command and deployment of the Special Service Bureau starting now."

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself what he feared most had happened.

Why did he use a fake name when registering? It was exactly to avoid these kind of peach pickers.

"I’m sorry."

He outright refused on the spot, "We are students, we have already done our best..."

"There is overtime pay, meal allowance, five bucks per person."

"Commander Qiao, that’s not what I meant..." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"You guys can also get to use guns."

"Real guns?"

"Real guns."