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Zhao Wei showed no reaction to the topic as he drove into the city, parking by the roadside. "Wait here," he said before getting out and walking into a nearby bar. About ten minutes later, he returned to the car and asked, "Where do you want to get off?"
"This is fine."
Zhao Wei parked the car and impatiently looked at Cui Ming. "Can't you just say it directly? Get out."
Cui Ming smiled lightly, got out, and politely waved goodbye. Zhao Wei ignored him and drove off. The car headed south toward an apartment complex where Zhao Wei got out, striding past the security booth and entering a building. He went up to the fifth floor, reached room 502, grabbed the security door, yanked it off, kicked open the wooden door, and barged in. Inside, a middle-aged man watching television was completely stunned by Zhao Wei's presence.
"Chen San?" Zhao Wei asked.
The man nodded in response. "Yes."
Without further ado, Zhao Wei dragged the middle-aged man to the bathroom. Two minutes later, he placed Chen San on a chair, walked over to the table, grabbed a pen and paper, tossed them onto the coffee table, and sat down while lighting a cigarette. The man was covered in blood, trembling as he wrote each stroke carefully. Once finished, he cautiously glanced at Zhao Wei, who took the paper and examined it for a moment before picking up the phone to dial. "Get Evelyn... The crown is hidden in the ceiling compartment of the bathroom... Take the suspect away from XX location." After finishing his call, he stood up. Chen San also stood up to see him off, but Zhao Wei casually slammed his head onto the coffee table. Chen San collapsed unconscious on the spot as Zhao Wei walked out.
About ten minutes later, Evelyn arrived at the scene. She looked at the unconscious Chen San and his testimony with a mix of surprise and delight. She was shocked that Zhao Wei was such a ruthless figure who disregarded rules; she would need strict training if she were to work with him again. If he maintained this attitude, she could only handle cases related to practitioners. However, she was pleased that this case had almost no leads or suspects until Zhao Wei hit the nail on the head—his abilities were truly exceptional.
Meanwhile, Cui Ming felt quite satisfied on his bus ride home. This case wasn't particularly difficult; if they could find the stolen goods, they would know who the thief was. One possibility was that they had been sold off while another might still be hidden in the museum. Analyzing the case itself led Cui Ming to believe that it was still concealed within the museum. After having a hearty lunch with Li Qing that afternoon, they both headed to the museum together. Using Force to sense the location of the stolen goods confirmed Cui Ming's guess; ultimately, Li Qing emerged victorious.
Li Qing initially intended to call the police, but Cui Ming urged him not to rush; there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If he helped Evelyn solve this case himself, he would surely want some benefits in return. He planned to notify Evelyn under Mr. X's name so that when criminals fell into her hands in the future, he could claim to be Mr. X.
This tactic was commonly used by Thieves Guilds; when going to certain places, they would first assess the situation of local law enforcement officers. If an officer faced difficulties, they would offer help under the guise of being good Samaritans while keeping their own hands clean. When one of their accomplices eventually got caught by that officer, they could plead for leniency by claiming they were merely an anonymous benefactor helping out. If an officer ignored them, they would threaten to drag him down with their accomplice instead. Even if an officer had no troubles at all, they would create difficulties—like kidnapping his child—only for a 'good-hearted' person to heroically rescue him later on.
Cui Ming ultimately gifted this move to Zhao Wei. Unlike Evelyn, Zhao Wei, as a police officer, would definitely keep an eye on him, so it was better to present a gift first. When the time came for Zhao Wei to catch him in the act, Cui Ming could say, "Do you remember the Museum Theft Case? You’ve enjoyed the honor, so don’t back down when it’s time to repay your debts."
Bribery is an art; sometimes you can't simply refuse it. Cui Ming's only concern was that Zhao Wei acted purely on emotion, with almost no logic involved.
For instance, as a rational person, he truly couldn't understand why Zhao Wei would make such an emotional choice. It was like a small-time thug having a couple of drinks, getting riled up by his boss's words, and then impulsively taking to the streets with a knife. Zhao Wei was so reckless that it seemed he had completely lost his mind. Does Zhao Wei have a brain? Yes, Cui Ming believed he did. He thought of Zhao Wei as someone who was careless and not detail-oriented, but certainly not a fool. Gangs and thieves' guilds operate differently; gangs don’t need details. If ten people can’t collect high-interest loans, then twenty will go instead—there’s a high margin for error. However, the Thieves Guild must ensure zero tolerance for mistakes; details are fundamental to survival. Zhao Wei seemed like someone who focused solely on the main theme and desired results without questioning methods or processes. Hah, with such a police officer around, Evelyn could expect some headaches.
Not just Cui Ming, but Beiyue also didn’t understand Zhao Wei’s choices. Beiyue had little desire for Zhao Wei; he, Zhao Wei, and Li Qing were quite similar—supporting roles with little value to the team. Once Zhao Wei joined the police system as a practitioner, he would have to wait five years after leaving before he could apply for the Force Alliance assessment. However, police practitioners possess certain rights exclusive to Force Alliance members. For Evelyn, she was the representative communicating between Dawn City and the Force Alliance.
Cui Ming rushed out of the shower while Li Qing lounged on the rope bed, swaying back and forth. After lying down for a while and staring at the ceiling, Cui Ming said, “Senior Brother, I think I’ve been pretty low-key; why do I keep attracting enemies?”
Li Qing pondered for a long time before replying, “Why did you offend Eva? It’s because you weren’t killed by her. That’s purely unreasonable behavior. Why did you offend Zhao Wei? It’s because you hurt his pride. But why did you have to hurt his pride? The key issue is why Eva chose you to ask about the professor's whereabouts and why Zhao Wei believes you spoke ill of her.”
Cui Ming asked, “Why?”
“Because of your bad luck,” Li Qing summarized bluntly. There was nothing they could do; all four were discussing Zhao Wei, yet Cui Ming happened to be singled out—this indicated that one of her subordinates had overheard him speaking negatively about her. Among four young practitioners in Dawn City, with such a large city size, it was unfortunate that he ended up at her casino. If that wasn’t bad luck, what could it be? And then there was Mote; Beiyue had chosen their camp near the bathing pool where Cui Ming had foolishly gone to soak after eating too much... Li Qing comforted him saying, “Don’t cry, Junior Brother; I’ve got your back.”
Cui Ming grabbed a desk lamp and threw it.
A mundane life began anew; Beiyue Agency remained quite idle. Li Qing conducted training on strength usage for Beiyue and Cui Ming while Ding Ze showed no interest at all. The use of strength had little relation to energy systems.
Due to being a novice, Cui Ming made rapid progress; Beiyue’s grasp of techniques began evolving from rough to refined. In the blink of an eye, three months passed. After three months of theoretical training, Zhao Wei officially became the deputy police chief of Dawn City’s Special Department 101.
In those three months, Beiyue underwent significant changes in personality and improved relations with Li Qing and Cui Ming. The only exception was Ding Ze; he never spoke about his own matters—too lazy or unwilling to share. He didn’t train outside either; every day he merely engaged in basic improvements related to Six Elements as if just fulfilling obligations. When he felt down, he wouldn’t confide in others but would dress sharply and go out for the night only to return home reeking of alcohol the next morning.
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