Zoo.

A white lion, walking with elegant and majestic steps, tilting its head, scrutinizing the humans inside the iron fence.

Inside the fence is a prison cell, with a gnarled camphor tree growing inside, with lush branches and vines as thick as arms hanging down.

These vines bound a young man with a headband around his forehead, half of his body "merged" into the tree, only revealing his chest and head.

Curly Teddy squatted in front of the tree, with a serious look in his button eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Where is the headquarters of the Bishop of War?"

The Magic Eye King, wearing a sports headband, was absent-minded and indifferent to the questioning of the Elder Dog.

After a long time, the Magic Eye King came back to his senses. The king looked weak and his breath was weak, but his face still smiled and said:

"Are you willing to go to the headquarters of the Bishop of War? Oh, it's a bit uncomfortable. This feeling of lack of freedom is terrible. If it were 'Fear' trapped here, he would probably commit suicide on the spot. He always clamors for freedom.

"Well, suicide seems impossible."

The Elder Dog said lightly, "Arrogant, do you think Shura can fight the five alliance leaders alone?"

"If the leaders of your Five Elements Alliance could kill Shura, they would have done it long ago. But..." The Magic Eye King said casually:

"It doesn't matter. Who cares about that? That old thing Shura never helped me clean up the world. I can tell you where the headquarters of the Bishop of War is, but you have to help me with something."

The Elder Dog nodded slightly. "What is it?"

"I have a list here, recording all the dignitaries involved in the Bronze Sparrow Tower case. Help me kill them all. I feel uncomfortable until this is done."

"Impossible!" The Elder Dog said in a deep voice. "They have the law to punish them."

"Then there's nothing I can do." The Magic Eye King wanted to shrug, but found that he couldn't.

The Elder Dog did not dwell on the issue of the headquarters of the Bishop of War and continued to ask:

"Why did the Bishop of War want to destroy the Chu family back then? Don't tell me it was for a rule-type item. I have checked the detailed process of the case back then. The Bishop of War mobilized at least two kings, four guardians, and dozens of followers.

"Just a Chu family is not worth your great efforts. That rule-type item has been in the Chu family for decades. If you wanted to snatch it, you would have done it long ago."

The weak Magic Eye King smiled and said:

"I also have a list here, of the collusion between officials and the underworld in Gotham City. This trip to Songhai was hasty. I was thinking of solving the problem of the Master of the Zhi Sha Palace and then cleaning up the list. Now I can't go back. Help me solve them."

The Elder Dog simply ignored him.

The Magic Eye King pondered for a moment and said, "Then change the condition. You bring the Primordial Supreme to see me, and I will tell you the truth."

"Impossible!" The Elder Dog refused directly.

"Don't rush to refuse. Let me tell you something first, and then consider it." The Magic Eye King said:

"Before the destruction of the Chu family, the Dark Night Rose had no leader."

Before the destruction of the Chu family, the Dark Night Rose had no leader. The Elder Dog's button eyes burst into a strange light, his breathing slightly rapid, and he asked:

"What do you mean?"

The Magic Eye King smiled and said, "Bring the Primordial Supreme to see me."

The Elder Dog took a deep breath, loosened his tone, and said, "I will consider it."

"Boom! Boom!"

In the early morning, the bedroom was knocked, followed by the sweet voice of the aunt:

"Stinky pig, get up and eat breakfast."

"I'm not getting up! Get lost!" Zhang Yuanqing lingered in the comfortable bed, indulging in a lazy sleep, turned over, and ignored her.

"I'm coming in!" The aunt turned the doorknob and entered the room, shouting, "The sun is shining on your butt, and you're still not getting up?"

Zhang Yuanqing huddled in the bed, said irritably:

"I was a little tired last night and didn't rest well. Let me sleep a little longer."

After solving a major problem that had been worrying him for several days, he was finally ready to sleep in and relax his body and mind.

Just as he finished speaking, he heard Jiang Yu'er's faint voice:

"So you used my underwear for something bad again last night."

The air suddenly quieted down, and Zhang Yuanqing, wrapped in the bedding, stood still, and Jiang Yu'er at the head of the bed also stood still.

Time seemed to have been paused.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly jumped up from the bed and explained:

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread dot com".

"No, I absolutely did not use your underwear for anything bad. If you don't believe me, smell it yourself."

As he spoke, he suddenly sighed and scratched his head:

"Okay, I was wrong."

He suddenly realized that he couldn't explain to the aunt that the underwear was stolen by a baby. He had to take the blame for it.

Jiang Yu'er looked at him with a complicated expression, sighed with regret, and said:

"You should get a girlfriend. A good young man like you has become a pervert. I told you last time, if you steal my underwear again, I will tell your grandmother."Zhang Yuanqing bowed his head and said, "Auntie, I was wrong. Please make any requests you have, and spare me."

Auntie smiled and patted her nephew's head, saying, "How much money have you saved?"

"About fifty to sixty thousand."

"Didn't you say last time that you made five million this year?"

"That was just bragging."

"Mom, your grandson stole from me. Waaah."

"Six or seven million. I'm willing to give you fifty thousand as a filial gift to you, Elder."

"Good boy!"

Zhang Yuanqing walked into the living room in his slippers, where the family of five was enjoying breakfast around the table.

Cousin Chen Yuanjun furrowed his brow, silently eating a meat bun, looking burdened.

Zhang Yuanqing grabbed a fried dough stick and sat down next to Jiang Yu'er, with a bowl of congee that Grandma had already prepared in front of him.

"Give me a bit of the salted duck egg." He nudged his aunt's shoulder with his elbow.

"Here you go!" Jiang Yu'er handed over the duck egg.

Zhang Yuanqing took it and, upon closer inspection, exclaimed, "You hollowed out the yolk, can this salted duck egg still be eaten?"

As he spoke, he went to pick up the whole yolk from Jiang Yu'er's congee.

Auntie was quick, and she swallowed the yolk in one gulp, puffing out her cheeks and looking smugly at him.

Zhang Yuanqing was furious and slapped Jiang Yu'er's cheek with both hands, causing the yolk to "puff" out of her rosy little mouth.

Jiang Yu'er cried, "Mom, he's bullying me. Help me beat him."

Grandpa slammed down his chopsticks heavily and said sternly, "Stop eating! The elders don't act like elders, and the younger generation doesn't act like the younger generation. Always fooling around, a group of good-for-nothings!"

Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yu'er were stunned, and they quietly tucked their heads and ate.

Grandpa had no appetite and got up to leave the table, going out for a walk.

Once the anti-theft door was closed, Zhang Yuanqing immediately looked at Grandma and asked, "What's wrong? Is Grandpa also going through menopause?"

Grandma reached over and flicked her grandson's head.

Cousin Chen Yuanjun chewed on his meat bun and said calmly, "It's nothing. It's just that the promotion fell through. The person Grandpa found said that Songhai will be strictly enforcing discipline in the near future, and it's not a good time to operate. No one wants to cause trouble at this critical moment for a little benefit."

After a pause, he continued, "It's also because the person Grandpa recommended hasn't taken up the position yet. If I want to operate, I'll have to give gifts. If it's someone in a high position who's willing to promote me, it's actually just a matter of a few words."

He spoke calmly, with the same steady expression as always, but the creases on his forehead habitually tightened into a frown.

Cousin had ambition and ideals, and of course, he hoped to advance further in his career. However, there was no need to show his disappointment and helplessness in front of his aunt and cousin, only adding to their worries.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized.

No wonder Grandpa was in a bad mood. In Uncle's words, "My son is my heir, and my nephew is my heir. My nephew will definitely be more promising than my son."

Because of Grandpa's stubborn temperament, his career prospects were limited, and he had reached the end of his tenure as the police chief. He had been unable to make any progress for decades, so he placed his hopes on his grandson, Chen Yuanjun, and saw him as the one to carry on his legacy.

Now that Cousin had missed a prime opportunity for promotion, the next one would probably have to wait for five years, or even longer.

According to Grandpa's experience, if you can't become the police chief before the age of 30, then it's basically impossible to become the bureau chief. If you can't become the bureau chief before the age of 40, then it's impossible to enter the Songhai Public Security Bureau headquarters.

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and said, "I know a friend, a friend of my friend, who works at the Songhai Public Security Bureau headquarters. How about I go and ask for a favor?"

Chen Yuanjun smiled wryly, "Yuan, this isn't something that can be accomplished with just a few words, like treating someone to a meal."

University relationships often don't involve benefits, and if there are no benefits, it means that the relationship is superficial and can't handle such big matters.

Grandma raised her chopsticks and tapped her nephew's bowl, saying irritably, "Eat your food and don't worry about it. Go visit your aunt when you have time. She's not in a good mood, and she'll be happy if you go."

Yuan had a talent for coaxing people, and Grandma still believed in him.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't say anything, finished his breakfast, and took a taxi to the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau.

As he sat by the window, he chatted with Guan Ya and exchanged messages with Xiao Yuan.

Yuan Shitianzun: "Aunt Xiao Yuan, the arena match is about to begin. I want to hunt a level 3 bewitching demon."

Yuan Shitianzun: "Have you heard? The Demon Eye King has been locked up by the elders. We can finally move around openly. Sister Guan Ya, let's have dinner together tonight."

Aunt Xiao Yuan, the Magic Aunt: "What about the witch doctor and illusionist?"

Yuan Shitianzun: "You have a big chest, so whatever you say goes. Let's have dinner together as a team tonight, my treat. Do you want to book a room tonight to study each other's techniques? Hehe."Aunt Magic Xiao Yuan: "???"

#The Supreme Master of the Beginning withdrew a message#

The Supreme Master of the Beginning: "Sorry, sorry, sent the wrong message. Aunt Xiao Yuan, I inquired and found that among the three major evil professions, the Enchanting Demon is the most suitable for refining Yin Corpses. Illusionists are suitable for refining Spirit Servants, and Witch Doctors are more versatile, belonging to both sides, but not outstanding in either."

Aunt Magic Xiao Yuan: "Who are you chatting with, an older woman?"

The Supreme Master of the Beginning: "No, no, just joking with a colleague [covering face]"

Aunt Magic Xiao Yuan: "Level 3 Enchanting Demon, right? Come to the Inn of No Trace three days later to collect the corpse. Don't bother me if it's not urgent [hehe]"

Just as Zhang Yuanqing was about to comfort Aunt Xiao Yuan, he suddenly saw a message from Fu Qingyang in the "White Tiger Guard" group:

"@Ling Jun, I borrowed a knight profession item. You can try to contact Annie in the near future."

Ling Jun: "Impressive, you're efficient. But how can I get Annie to sign this kind of contract voluntarily? She would never sign a contract with me."

Fu Qingyang: "I've thought about that, so I chose an item with a hidden spell. You just need to sweet-talk her into making a verbal commitment while holding the item, and the item will witness it all. The downside is that the binding force should be weaker than if both parties were aware of it, and the contract is made."

Seven Lang: "Tsk tsk, is Ling Jun getting impatient?"

Ling Jun: "I'm sacrificing myself for the organization. You shouldn't mock me, but show me some pity. Send a red envelope."

As the two bantered, Zhang Yuanqing sent a message:

"@Fu Qingyang, Centurion, why are you so concerned about the motives of the American Goddess Association coming to the mainland? The Demon Lord is dead and has little to do with us. Shouldn't we be investigating the mysterious president instead?"

Fu Qingyang: "High-level practitioners of the Void profession don't need to investigate, it's destined to yield no results. As for the Demon Lord, even after the American Goddess Association learned of his demise, they still sent people across the ocean to investigate. I suspect there's another hidden agenda. Even if we, the White Tiger Guard, don't participate, we still need to keep an eye on things and understand what's happening in the world."

This is an essential element of an elite organization.

It makes sense. Why would the American Goddess Association send people to investigate the Demon Lord's demise?

Ling Jun: "Speaking of which, the Demon Lord and the president of the American Goddess Association were in a romantic relationship. Not only that, according to the information I obtained from the Taiyi Sect, the Demon Lord had two major vices, a love of killing and lust. His lovers were all over the world. I initially suspected that Yuanqing was the Demon Lord's successor because Yuanqing is also very lustful."

The Supreme Master of the Beginning: "Can the son of the Taiyi Sect's master casually slander others? The fact is, I'm still single and have been chaste for 20 years, while you have ex-girlfriends all over the world."

Phoenix Comes: "Hmph, both Ling Jun and the Demon Lord are scum. Is the Supreme Master still a virgin? Unbelievable."

Ling Jun: "The Demon Lord is lustful, I just appreciate beauty, it's not the same."

Sweeping the World: "Sigh, my wife is teasing me again."

The conversation gradually veered off track, and Zhang Yuanqing, seeing that there was no real business, exited the chat app and leaned against the car window, closing his eyes to rest.

Behind the Public Security Bureau building in Kangyang District, there was a small glass building.

Zhang Yuanqing went to the second floor and walked straight to the rest area, where he leaned lazily in front of Guan Ya's desk.

"Got a question!"

Guan Ya was scanning through a thick list, the glow of the screen reflecting on her delicate and beautiful face. She succinctly said:

"Ask!"

"The Songhai Public Security System has been in turmoil recently, with many positions opening up. Does my cousin have a chance to be promoted to police chief?"

Guan Ya looked up, glanced at him, and said:

"I'll take a look at your cousin's profile."

She switched pages, logged into the Public Security Bureau system, and searched for the name "Chen Yuanjun."

After carefully reviewing the resume, Guan Ya raised her delicate chin and said:

"The resume is good, with these achievements, he's more than qualified to be promoted to police chief, but his seniority is a bit lacking. You know, promotion isn't just based on performance, seniority is also very important, unless he has performed a great deed."

"So I want to help him," Zhang Yuanqing said.

Guan Ya responded with an "Oh": "I'll take care of it for you, it's not a big deal."

Zhang Yuanqing looked skeptical: "You?"

He thought to himself, how can this abandoned daughter of the Fu family have the confidence to say such things? Shouldn't it be "I'll ask Fu Qingyang"?

Guan Ya snorted: "I told the elders of the family a while ago that I want to participate in a large-scale slaughter instance in the middle of the year. They were very happy, just short of setting off firecrackers to celebrate."

So, she could mobilize the resources of the Fu family? Zhang Yuanqing changed the subject: "Guan Ya, you're the best, I knew you would be successful! I'll treat you to an extra meal tonight."

Guan Ya's eyes sparkled as she smiled and said:

"An extra what, two eggs and a sausage?"Zhang Yuanqing was in high spirits when suddenly, a car wheel rolled over his face, leaving him unable to wrap his head around the situation. He could only concede defeat with a cupped-fist salute.

At that moment, he saw Wang Tai tilting his head up, looking over. Zhang Yuanqing immediately said:

"Brother Wang Tai, let's hang out tonight. I'll call Jingwei and Teng Yuan, and our two teams can have a dinner together."

"No need!" Wang Tai rejected coldly and without emotion.

"Then why are you looking up?"

"I'm working overtime tonight. I'll be staying late at the office. If it's convenient for you, please pack up a big meal for me," Wang Tai said.

"..."

Zhang Yuanqing conceded defeat once again with a cupped-fist salute.

"By the way, do you need to let your family know, or should I just take care of this quietly?" Guan Ya asked with a smile.

"There's no need to hide it. I just mentioned asking a friend for help."

It wasn't a big deal. Letting his family know that he was acquainted with a few people of decent status would make it easier to find excuses for similar situations in the future, or if he needed to take a leave of absence from school.

If the grandson knows so many respectable friends, what's the big deal in starting a business?

Dusk!

The Deputy Director called Chen Yuanjun into his office.

"Have a seat, have a seat."

The middle-aged, slightly overweight Deputy Director greeted Chen Yuanjun warmly.

Chen Yuanjun couldn't help but feel suspicious. The Deputy Director was in charge of internal affairs such as personnel transfers and didn't usually have much to do with him, the head of the public security team. He wondered what was behind this sudden enthusiasm.

He took his seat without a word and asked calmly:

"What's the matter, Director Qiao?"

Director Qiao smiled and said, "It's like this. I just received a document from headquarters. They want to promote you to Chief of Police. As you know, the former Chief Yang was dismissed and investigated due to issues with Director Zhou."

Chen Yuanjun was stunned and said in astonishment:

"But I heard that a new Chief would be appointed from outside."

He had originally planned to transfer from Kangyang District Public Security Bureau to Shakou District, as there were more vacancies and less competition there.

"He went to Shakou District." Director Qiao invited him to have a sip of tea and continued:

"Chen, do you know anyone from the special department?"

Chen Yuanjun shook his head: "Not really, just some work interactions. Why do you ask, Director Qiao?"

Director Qiao was also taken aback: "But I heard from a friend at headquarters that this was arranged by someone from the special department."

He gestured towards the back of the building with his mouth: "That girl who drives the sports car, the goddess as you young people say."

"..."

Chen Yuanjun walked out of the Director's office with a blank face. Amidst the surprise and excitement, he couldn't help but wonder why that beautiful colleague from the special department would help him?

This was no small favor, but a huge one.

Regardless, a pie falling from the sky is still a pie. He would find her tomorrow to get clarity and express his gratitude. Chen Yuanjun glanced at his wristwatch, planning to go home after work and share this unexpected joy with his family.

Chen Yuanjun stepped out of the Public Security Bureau building, and a blue sports car came into view, slowly driving towards the gate.

Is it her? Chen Yuanjun instinctively quickened his pace and walked over.

PS: Will correct any typos later.