Upon hearing this, Chen Ling finally placed the wine glass back on the ground and wrote a line in the column of the form: "No witnesses."

Then, he ordered another glass of whiskey and walked to the next resident of Bingquan Street.

"Name.”

“...”

“Name!”

“Sun Laoliu.”

“Did you see the disaster?”

“I...

I..." Sun Laoliu saw the encounter of the big man just now, swallowed his saliva, "I didn't see it." Chen Ling nodded and continued to the next person.

Watching Chen Ling interrogate everyone alone, Sun Laoliu and others simultaneously had a thought in their minds...

Is Ma's surname trying to trap us?! Weren't the ones sent here supposed to be inexperienced rookies? Looking at his ghostly evasion ability just now, he is not far from a law enforcement officer, or...

was he a law enforcement officer from the beginning? Could it be that the matter of Bingquan Street has been exposed, and Ma's surname intends to take this opportunity to solve them all, and then wash himself clean and come out on top? The more people speculated, the uglier their faces became.

They all stared at Chen Ling, afraid that after he finished questioning, he would pull out a gun and shoot them one by one.

Chen Ling calmly recorded the statements of all the people, took their fingerprints, and for those who had been knocked unconscious, he directly wrote "No witnesses" and forcibly took their fingerprints.

Then, he went to find the boss and asked for a thick rope, tied everyone's hands together, and pushed open the door of the tavern.

"Thank you for your cooperation...

See you tomorrow." The teenager in a tattered cotton coat stood at the door, smiled slightly at the people in the tavern, and then turned and left.

The tavern was in chaos, engulfed in silence.

They're not dead? After an unknown period of time, Sun Laoliu woke up from that gaze, his back already soaked in cold sweat.

He turned to the boss, "What are you standing there for? Come and help us untie this!!" ...

"Did you hear gunshots just now?" Inside the teahouse, a law enforcer hesitated to speak.

"No...

Did you mishear?" Qian Fan answered casually while playing mahjong, "Don't worry, the people of Bingquan Street know their limits.

At most, they'll use knives, not guns, to avoid making a big scene.”

“True.”

“Is that kid Chen Ling still around today?”

“Hard to say...

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

His appearance is better than Wu Youdong's.

If those people are ruthless...”

“What if there's a fatality, will it be difficult to explain to District Three?”

“There's nothing to explain.

He's just a poor kid from Hanshuang Street.

I heard his parents were scared silly by the disaster.

Even if he dies here, bury him anywhere, who would know? Who would come and cause trouble?”

“Don't worry, District Three is Ma Ge's territory, he can handle it...

Three bamboos.”

“Pong!" Bang bang bang— The knocking on the door sounded again.

"Who is it now?" Qian Fan stood up somewhat displeased, "Every day, why are there so many things happening.”

“Probably that kid realized something was wrong and came out to report to us, haha.”

“He hasn't been gone for long, will he just take a look outside and come back?" Amidst the discussions of the crowd, Qian Fan opened the door and saw Chen Ling standing at the door, his brow furrowed.

"Why is it you again? Haven't I explained it to you?”

“This is my work report.”

“...?" Chen Ling took out the form from his pocket, ready to hand it to Qian Fan.

Suddenly, he saw a bit of blood and skin fragments on the corner of the form, flicked them away with his finger, wiped it clean, and handed it to him with a smile.

Qian Fan was stunned.

The other law enforcers playing mahjong inside were also stunned.

Qian Fan took the form, looked at it suspiciously for a while, and then smiled, "Xiao Chen...

I know this job is a bit challenging for you, but you can't just stamp it yourself to fool people...”

“I didn't fool anyone." Chen Ling said seriously, "They are in the tavern, if you don't believe me, you can go ask them." Qian Fan's brows furrowed even tighter as he looked at Chen Ling, not sure if he was joking or serious...

No, how could that group of people be so honest in investigating him? This kid, could he have betrayed them for beauty...

But isn't this too fast? "I'll go check." Qian Fan immediately got up, about to walk out the door, suddenly remembered something, turned back and said, "You should know that falsifying task results will result in disqualification from the exam, right.”

“I know." Qian Fan put a cigarette in his mouth, walked towards the tavern stubbornly, the other law enforcers exchanged glances and curiously followed.

Seeing many law enforcers leaving, Chen Ling looked down at the mahjong table, and a few lines of characters flashed by: [Audience Expectation +1...+1...+1...] ...

Black Axe Tavern.

"Can you move faster?" In the messy tavern, cries of pain were heard one after another, Sun Laoliu was relatively lightly injured, and at this moment, he couldn't help but curse as he watched the boss cutting the ropes slowly.

The boss gave him a cold look, "Say one more word, and I'll kill you.”

“...Why weren't you so tough just now?”

“That kid is a law enforcer, is it useful for us to be tough?”

“He's really a law enforcer??" Sun Laoliu widened his eyes, "Are you sure?”

“Many years ago, when I was trafficking drugs in District Three, I was tracked by a law enforcer...

his movements were exactly the same as that young man's, if I hadn't been lucky at the time, I wouldn't have been able to escape to District Two." The boss paused for a moment, "Do you know who that law enforcer is?”

“Who?”

“The Chief Law Enforcer of District Three, Han Meng." Sun Laoliu stood still.

Creak— The door of the tavern was opened.

Qian Fan stood at the door, looking at the messy tavern and the many residents of Bingquan Street covered in blood, struggling to survive, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes!

"This..." Qian Fan stood at the door like a statue, "Did that kid do this?" The many law enforcers who arrived later were also shocked.

Qian Fan walked into the tavern, carefully stepping over the corpses and the big man who was still groaning, and anyone who was still conscious stared at them law enforcers with anger burning in their eyes.

"Qian Fan!!"

Sun Laoliu gritted his teeth and sat up, "You son of a b****! I'll kill you!!" Qian Fan frowned, "What did you say?" Click—

The sound of a bullet being loaded rang out, the boss had already walked up at some point, pointing the gun at Qian Fan's forehead.

The other law enforcers were shocked and drew their guns, aiming at the boss and the struggling tavern patrons trying to get up.

In the bloody tavern, the atmosphere suddenly froze.

"What do you want to do?" Qian Fan's temples were sweating coldly, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't forget, we are in a cooperative relationship.”

“Cooperation? You sent that guy to cause trouble, and you want to talk about cooperation with me??" Sun Laoliu gritted his teeth.

"...I don't know what's going on, Chen Ling is just a reserve...”

“Bullshit reserve!!" Sun Laoliu pointed at the groaning people on the ground, "Tell me again, is this a reserve?!!”

“I..." Qian Fan was speechless.

"...Where is Chen Ling??" he turned to another law enforcer.

"He seems to have left.”

“Left?”

“Yes...

he said he was off duty."