302: Chapter 100: A Dead Person Can’t Die Twice 302: Chapter 100: A Dead Person Can’t Die Twice (The following is temporarily modified content; in the future, Chairman Parker will remember to avoid using Peking Opera plots.)
The unspeakable department had an abundant harvest tonight, arresting over three hundred stray demons in one go.
These weren’t the old demons you’d entertain just for a couple of eggs and a pound of noodles, but the direct line descendants from Flower Fruit Mountain and pure wild from Mount Emei, daring to bare their teeth and rob tourists.
If it wasn’t for bringing one hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and the Four Heavenly Kings in advance, even Qin Xiangdong would have nearly had a disaster.
It could only be said that the opponents had clearly intended to resist desperately, meanwhile our side was even more cautious and fully prepared.
No matter how fierce the wild demons were, they ultimately were no match for fully armed upright apes.
For a hungry person, nothing could be more blissful than a steamer full of piping hot large white buns appearing in front of them, allowing them to gorge as they pleased.
And the most painful thing had to be just after filling up on buns, the chef beside you serves a pot of stewed pork knuckles that’s falling off the bone.
The monkey mountain at the zoo had just reached capacity when the zookeeper turned his head to find that Five-Finger Mountain had exploded.
Qin Xiangdong was utterly numb; of all times, you choose now to cause a scene?
The bureau’s hands are completely tied at the moment.
Just as Wang Yunxiao returned, he immediately called him and Veronica into the office for a meeting.
“Do you know what happened over there?”
Veronica spoke seriously, “The Red Lantern Society attacked the Longevity Sect, it appears both sides might have been annihilated.
The Special Service Bureau has already taken over the scene; if nothing unexpected happens, this year’s first round of operations will definitely be moved up.”
That mushroom cloud was truly terrifying, and even more frightening was that, without understanding the real cause, no one could guarantee there wouldn’t be a second explosion.
Qin Xiangdong nodded, “That’s certain, we’ve got our hands full next.
How did your investigation turn out?”
Wang Yunxiao reported the situation regarding Yang Yuqi.
After listening, Qin Xiangdong fell silent for a long while then sighed, “Let’s put this person aside for now; there will likely soon be a cooperation directive from the Special Service Bureau.
You Special Service Section will have to work harder, don’t return home tonight, I’ve arranged for accommodations.”
Wang Yunxiao hurriedly waved his hand, “Director Qin, we still have classes to attend!”
“I’ll call your principal!”
“Okay, then you go ahead.”
Wang Yunxiao pushed the phone over.
Qin Xiangdong picked up the phone and dialed, barely speaking a few words before he got scolded like a grandchild.
“Alright, rest assured, I understand, I won’t let them go.”
Qin Xiangdong handed the phone to Wang Yunxiao, “Your principal wants you to take the call.”
Wang Yunxiao took the phone, and heard Principal Zhou’s calm voice from the other end, “Don’t interfere with the explosion incident; that level of problem is beyond your capability.
Come back to school immediately, and don’t listen to anyone else’s orders!
Got it?”
“Got it!”
Wang Yunxiao hung up the phone and looked up at Qin Xiangdong.
Qin Xiangdong helplessly waved his hand, “Fine, go back to sleep.”
Veronica spoke up seriously beside him, “Director Qin, if needed, the Church can provide manpower and resources for free.”
“We’ll discuss this later; if really needed, I will request the Church’s support.”
Qin Xiangdong didn’t wish the Church to become excessively involved in his internal operations.
Inviting Veronica was to use her as a conduit to understand the Church’s intentions better, lest they take control, turning it all into a joke.
Yet seeing tonight’s situation, he really couldn’t afford to be too definitive.
That recent explosion could have caused who knows how many casualties and lost properties.
When support was genuinely needed, he couldn’t refuse the Church’s help over a mere matter of pride.
As he left the police station, Wang Yunxiao saw Old Master He standing meaningfully at the gate looking at him.
Dammit, I almost forgot about that.
Before coming here, he had agreed to go out with Old Master He.
“You guys go back to school first, I still have something to handle!”
After sending his subordinates away, Wang Yunxiao approached Old Master He and asked quietly, “Master, where are we going?”
Hopefully not too far, he still hoped to communicate with his pen pal tonight.
Old Master He, with arms crossed, nodded towards the direction of the rising mushroom cloud, “Come with me to the scene.”
Wang Yunxiao hesitated, “According to Director Qin, the area is already managed by the Special Service Bureau, so won’t they capture us as suspects if we just stroll over?”
Old Master He glared at him, “Dragons have their ways, rats have their paths, and Laozi definitely has a way to get there.
Just tell me if you’re coming or not?”
Wang Yunxiao was helpless, “Well, let’s go then.
You are my master, I’ll listen to whatever you say.
But could you at least let me know what we’re going there for?
Just to have an idea.”
Old Master He nodded, and then turned, pulling out two bicycles from behind the security booth, “We’ll talk on the way.”
Riding bicycles in those times wasn’t as convenient and efficient as in later years, mainly because the roads were poor and it was hard to pick up speed.
But anyway, it was much more convenient than walking on two legs.
Slightly better than riding a donkey backwards, but not by much.
Riding the bicycle, Wang Yunxiao thought to himself that once he had money, he must buy a car, as going back and forth all day was just too much tiring.
He admired those legendary heroes of Jianghu World; many did not ride horses and relied solely on their feet to traverse thousands of mountains and rivers, and he wondered how many pairs of shoes they had to change in a year.
“Master, what are we really doing?”
“To see what’s going on.”
Despite his full head of white hair, Old Master He’s legs were still nimble, pedaling the bicycle no slower than a younger person.
“In my youth, I had some connections with the Red Lantern Society…”
“Did you have an old flame there?”
“Tch!
A bunch of little misses, by seniority, they should call me ‘uncle’!”
Old Master He rolled his eyes.
“Those little misses, each one arrogant and sharp-tempered, it’s no surprise to me hearing they might have been schemed against and harmed.
But to say they could be killed off that easily, that’s unlikely.”
“Because they’re very fierce?”
“No, because a dead person can’t die twice.”
Old Master He shook his head, “If they really died, then it’s a big problem, and the whole Tianmen might suffer the repercussions.”