After leaving the interrogation room, Luo Zhen wandered around the guard office, greeting the police officers he knew along the way. Those who didn't know him would think he was just an ordinary person. After all, it wasn't strange for a logistics company employee who was constantly arrested and had his records taken to be friendly with the surrounding police.
Luo Zhen entered a special elevator for the upper class and pressed the seal on his bail papers against the scanner. There was no need to press any floor, as the elevator started working automatically as soon as he entered. The elevator continued to descend, not stopping when it reached the underground parking lot, and it kept going down, off the map like in a spy movie.
Luo Zhen stepped out of the elevator and found himself in a luxuriously decorated, old-fashioned office. He then looked at the man standing in front of a monitor with an amused expression. "I've said you're a very interesting person, it's true, because you often invite me to talk in your basement. But I didn't know you'd be so shameless as to set up hidden cameras to spy on others all over the place."
The tall man opposite replied in formal Chinese. "This is for the safety of both of us, Luo Zhen."
He turned his head, revealing a face that didn't look human, more like a lizard. There are many races in the world of Terra. Just like Luo Zhen, who is commonly known as an angel of the Sankta tribe, and Shihuaya, a Feline with cat-like features. Ling Ch'en is very powerful because she is a dragon, a true imperial dragon. The tall man in front of him was also a dragon, and it was clear that his bloodline was closer to his ancestors than Ling Ch'en's, which made him look less human.
He squinted his red-gold eyes, puffed on the pipe in his hand, and spoke to Luo Zhen calmly. "Did you bring the thing?" The halo above Luo Zhen's head shone, and something special appeared in his empty hand. He threw it to the other man. "Catch." It was a portable terminal, which was the offline data record of the arms dealers from before. These armaments should have flowed into Lungmen successfully, but unfortunately, they were dealt with by the people from Penguin Logistics at the port first.
The man with a dragon-like face looked at the terminal in his hand with satisfaction. "It's a really convenient Originium skill. I heard that Superintendent Ch'en treats you specially every time she sees you, and she has to search every inch of you thoroughly to make sure nothing gets past her. But every time she does it, she fails. Little did she know you've had a mysterious sandbag on you all this time... She would go crazy if she knew about this."
"You're telling me. That woman really wants to strip me every time we meet." Luo Zhen shook his head in anger before venting his frustration. "Why are men charged when they try to search a woman, but it's fine for a woman to search a man? I want to protest this! Demand that Officer Ch'en take responsibility! Being harassed frequently is a right I must fight for, so you have to help me with this, Mr. Wei!"
"Hmph... there's nothing I can do to help," the man surnamed Wei smiled. "Because it is Superintendent Ch'en's duty, she has the right to do this. And she is willing to search you voluntarily. You should be happy that a single lady is sacrificing herself to search you like this. Anyone would be happy."
"This kind of thinking is the problem! I'm the victim here!! Why does she get to steal my money, and I don't have the right to demand it back?!" How can Terra get better when the law of equality doesn't exist? Luo Zhen felt sad for all his male compatriots who were oppressed by the injustice of the law in this world.
Wei Yenwu, this half-dragon man, is the supreme consul of Lungmen. He was the one who secretly assigned the task to Penguin Logistics to intercept the arms dealers from the port last night. And that's the interesting part. Wei Yenwu could have mobilized the Lungmen police force directly but chose to keep this information hidden. Even Ling Ch'en and the others didn't know about it. With the help of Penguin Logistics, he bypassed the Lungmen police and held the offline data of the arms dealers solely for himself without sharing it with anyone.
Luo Zhen glanced at the data in the other's hand and asked directly. "Mr. Wei, what do you plan to do with that? Make a friendly deal with the arms dealers and strengthen yourself?"
Old man Wei snorted back coldly. "Why should I make a deal with rats in the gutter? They're just trashy rats. When one nest dies, another one will pop up. I just need to know where they're hiding." He took another puff of his cigarette before narrowing his eyes. "Suppose I assign this task to Penguin Logistics to deal with the remaining rats. Will you take it?"
In principle, Luo Zhen had to refuse. "Apologies, we are a serious and squeaky-clean logistics company. We can handle dangerous packages, but we will not commit evil acts like gangsters." Some people, especially those accustomed to taking advantage of others, treat everyone around them like pawns and consider themselves the most skilled chess players. Luo Zhen is not that kind of person. He is good at using guns, and that has always been his bottom line. To be honest, he was tired of doing boring things like this. He had no intention of talking to this cunning old man any longer. He waved goodbye and turned back. "Same as always. Transfer the money to the Emperor's account. See you later, Officer Wei."
"Okay... see you." Wei Yenwu didn't mind Luo Zhen's rudeness and watched him enter the elevator. Wei Yenwu didn't look away until the elevator had disappeared from this floor.
Behind him, through the screen, a man in black who looked like a phantom appeared and began to speak to him. "Why did Young Master Wei have to see him? That Sankta boy has very dangerous Originium skills, and no one can disarm him. It would be dangerous if he met you directly, and even more so if he used his Guardian gun..."
"That's why I asked you to protect me, isn't it?" Wei Yenwu ignored him and added, "Besides, don't call me Young Master Wei. The walls have ears." The guard in black replied faithfully: "Understood."
As Luo Zhen had guessed, Wei Yenwu never trusted him or anyone in Penguin Logistics. Even when they met directly, Wei Yenwu was always prepared to defend himself against Luo Zhen's attacks. But as the black-clad guard said, it was very risky for Wei Yenwu to meet him face-to-face, which was a strange act for a paranoid person like him who was always cautious. Wei Yenwu, the giant of Lungmen. He looked at the scene on the streets of Lungmen on the virtual screen and blew out a puff of white smoke. "Do you know the identity of that Sankta boy?"
The guard in black answered truthfully, "I do not know." Wei Yenwu couldn't help but nod in agreement. "What a coincidence. Because I don't know him either..." He took another puff of his cigarette with a solemn expression. "Luo Zhen, that boy has been in Lungmen for several years, but I don't know a single thing about him. And the spies sent to Laterano have made no progress on his information. Then something interesting happened to me. I received a warning from someone. He told me not to investigate that boy's story any further. Do you know who warned me?"
The man in black answered cautiously, "This... if I may guess, would it be an organization like Laterano?"
"No," Wei Yenwu shook his head and continued, "It was my younger brother."
"!" The guard in black trembled in shock. He gasped for air as if he were alive for the first time. Wei Yenwu ignored his reaction. It would be strange if he didn't react like this.
Wei Yenwu's ability to be the leader of Lungmen was not solely dependent on his own abilities. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Wei Yenwu was born into a high-ranking noble family of the Yan Kingdom, and he was still a 'high-ranking' person who was considered very high-ranking in Yan. This led Wei Yenwu to rise to his current position, and at the same time, it made him imprisoned from almost everywhere, unable to escape the influence of his blood relatives for the rest of his life.
"My younger brother, who wants to peel my skin and stretch my tendons every minute, sent me a private letter for the first time in 20 years. But the entire content was just a request for me not to investigate this person's identity any further. He even ordered me to keep that child as safe as possible while he is in Lungmen territory, emphasizing that no matter what happens, I must protect him with my life... How does that sound? Could there be anything more ridiculous?"
"This, this..." the black-clad guard, understanding the gravity of the matter, choked on his saliva and could barely speak. "He—I mean... that esteemed person, is it possible that he is from the royal family there?"
Wei Yenwu shook his head. "It's easy to say, but as far as I can remember, there's no such thing as a royal family in Laterano. If he were a prince or something, I would have already sent women to him." As long as it was beneficial, Wei Yenwu could use any means, both on and off the stage, to benefit himself. And it was impossible for a young man like Luo Zhen to resist the temptation of beauty. Moreover, Wei Yenwu had already obtained important information that the young man had mysterious relationships with several women in Penguin Logistics, and was also close to Ling Ch'en and Shihuaya in the Lungmen office. No matter how you looked at it, that stinking boy was not the type to ignore women who approached him. But the cautious old man Wei did not dare to act rashly immediately.
"Sankta, angels... their beliefs are very complex and strange, and outsiders don't really understand them very well. But even for a Sankta, that race with light bulbs on their heads is really strange. Why would this world have a competition for brightness on their heads?" The dragon-headed old man Wei felt that people with halos on their heads were very suspicious. And it was really suspicious. Even the owner of the halo himself wondered what the point of having it was...