At this moment, the policewoman walked out of the room, her face a mask of frost as she coldly addressed Wu Xu: "Law enforcement must be strict, and violations must be prosecuted. I hope I won't catch you."
Wu Xu was dumbfounded. People say women hold grudges, but this seemed excessive. Being targeted by a police officer was not a good sign.
A thought crossed his mind, and he looked above the policewoman's head, his expression becoming solemn.
This policewoman was no ordinary individual—amongst the fifty odd strands of white aura, a chopstick-thick purple aura shone brightly.
But in the next moment, Wu Xu was surprised to find a faint halo of blood-red aura enveloping the policewoman's head. However, the purple aura above her was constantly clashing with the blood cloud. Although the blood cloud couldn't be suppressed, it also couldn't be dispersed as the two auras endlessly contested each other.
