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Chapter 226 [225] Exchanging Blows with Supervisor Xuan Remotely

Half an hour later.

Winter Garden.

Including two Deputy Commissioners of the Patrol Department and a group of squad leaders, a group of people gathered at Winter Garden to collectively discuss the follow-up handling of the Alien God's Language incident.

After a whole night of fighting, the Patrol Department, in cooperation with the Black Armor Army warriors, basically cleared the monsters in the city.

Deputy Commissioner Duan Zhuohui spoke eloquently: "According to preliminary statistics, the Patrol Department has suffered a lot of casualties among personnel and spirit hounds, and the number of civilian casualties is even greater, no less than five hundred people…"

In fact.

If the Patrol Department hadn't attracted the main "firepower" of the Dream Genesis Society, the civilian casualties would have been even more severe.

Duan Zhuohui babbled for a while, his tone carrying a hint of boasting: "The casualties in the other two cities of the Tai'an Small Spirit Realm are much more serious than in An Hua City…"

Cheng Han frowned slightly and interrupted unceremoniously: "What's the point of talking nonsense? Continue to talk about the situation in An Hua City!"

Duan Zhuohui didn't dare to continue, looking very obsequious: "Okay!"

The previous Commissioners of the Patrol Department were usually quite polite to the Deputy Commissioners, after all, their ranks were the same, only the power was different.

But Cheng Han was different.

He scolded the Deputy Commissioner as if he were scolding his grandson, and yet the latter didn't even have the slightest idea of resisting.

To this day.

The saying that An Hua City has the "most authoritative and most capable Commissioner in history" has long been recognized after a series of events.

Soon.

A general overview was given.

Another Deputy Commissioner, Deng Xi, spoke about the compensation plan: "Due to the Charity Committee's initiative to provide special sponsorship, the compensation amount for patrol officers who died in the line of duty will be issued at one and a half times the normal amount."

Hearing this, the eyes of a group of squad leaders looking at the Commissioner were filled with gratitude.

Everyone knew.

The so-called "Charity Committee" was completely a manifestation of Commissioner Cheng's personal will.

Commissioner must have said something in private for the Charity Committee to approach the Patrol Department and generously donate.

Cheng Han said expressionlessly: "What about the compensation for the dead and injured civilians?"

As soon as these words came out.

The eyes of a group of people instantly shifted to another attendee.

Since the aftermath involved many departments, the Political Affairs Hall specially dispatched a heavyweight figure – Deputy Executive Officer, Shen Wenxian.

In the past, the Political Affairs Hall would at most send a Director of the Civil Affairs Department, and the Deputy Executive Officer would definitely not condescend to personally attend such a meeting.

But Cheng Han's authority was too great, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that "An Hua City would tremble three times when he stomped his foot."

Even the Chief Executive Officer did not dare to ignore him, so the Political Affairs Hall sent a Deputy Executive Officer.

Shen Wenxian glanced at Cheng Han and swallowed nervously: "Strictly speaking, the civilians' misfortune is considered an accident and does not fall under the category of compensation, but…"

Cheng Han was too lazy to listen to nonsense and interrupted directly: "Please get to the point!"

This sentence carried an obvious meaning of reprimand.

A group of squad leaders admired him to death.

The Deputy Executive Officer's rank was half a level higher than that of the Commissioner of the Patrol Department, but the Commissioner even reprimanded the Deputy Executive Officer as he pleased, it was really awesome!

Shen Wenxian was filled with humiliation.

But this guy had personally witnessed Cheng Han publicly execute a Deputy Commissioner before even entering An Hua City, so how dare he resist at this time?

This Deputy Executive Officer forcibly suppressed his displeasure and honestly said: "After discussion, the Political Affairs Hall decided to issue compensation to the injured and dead civilians according to 10% of the standard for public officials."

Cheng Han flatly said: "Too little! Use the 20% standard!"

The tone of this sentence was clearly not a negotiation or suggestion, but a notification.

Shen Wenxian felt even more humiliated.

The Patrol Department was a subordinate department of the Political Affairs Hall, when did it become the Patrol Department's turn to teach the Political Affairs Hall how to do things?

It's really outrageous!

This Deputy Executive Officer still didn't have the courage to refute, but weakly said: "The Finance Department's funds are currently tight…"

Cheng Han said sarcastically: "It's really unexpected that the people are willing to donate generously, but the Finance Department is so stingy."

Everyone else kept their mouths shut, not daring to talk nonsense.

This was a fight between gods, and they couldn't participate.

Shen Wenxian didn't dare to confront him head-on, so he put on a posture of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water": "Perhaps the Charity Foundation can sponsor some funds."

Cheng Han was too lazy to say more and directly threw out a trump card: "I will report to the Xuan Pavilion later…"

As soon as Shen Wenxian heard the word "Xuan Pavilion", he quickly changed his tone: "Commissioner Cheng, you don't need to do that, the Political Affairs Hall will find a way to solve the funding problem."

This Deputy Executive Officer knew better than anyone that if the matter was reported to the Xuan Pavilion, the Political Affairs Hall would definitely suffer.

Cheng Han thought for a while and decided to let this guy off for the time being: "I hope the full amount of compensation will be issued within three days."

Shen Wenxian felt extremely aggrieved, but had to smile: "Of course."

A group of squad leaders watched this scene and suddenly had the illusion that "the Political Affairs Hall was a subordinate department of the Patrol Department."

At this time.

Cheng Han's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

Through a secret puppet thread, he saw a picture:

This was the sky over Beiting City.

A strange trident-shaped flying shuttle, no less than fifty meters in length, surrounded by a large number of swirling air currents, swept across the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Roughly judged, the speed reached at least twice the speed of sound.

It flew more than ten kilometers in the air and suddenly hovered over the Political Affairs Building.

This transition of "instantaneously changing from extreme motion to extreme stillness", without a buffering deceleration process, simply violated the laws of physics.

The most bizarre thing was that the height of the trident shuttle was at most one kilometer above the ground, yet the numerous civilians in Beiting City seemed to not see it at all.

This was precisely due to the illusion's concealment.

If the secret puppet did not possess a certain amount of extraordinary power and the ability to see through the illusion of a Mystic Practitioner, it would probably not have noticed the arrival of this shuttle.

Undoubtedly.

The people from the Qinghan Mystic Palace had finally arrived.

According to rumors circulating within the Black Mountain Camp, the Mystic Palace was located in a medium-sized spirit realm, more than eight thousand kilometers away from the Tai'an Small Spirit Realm.

And only half an hour had passed, and the trident shuttle had arrived in Beiting City.

This speed was much faster than expected.

Cheng Han watched this scene and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "The Mystic Palace's flying mystic device is indeed more advanced than the Xuan Pavilion's."

He had secretly done something in Qinglin City before and had seen the "Mystic Boat" used by the Xuan Pavilion.

Compared to the trident shuttle, the Mystic Boat was only a small boat more than ten meters long, which seemed quite shabby.

However.

Considering that the other party might have experts stronger than Mystic Masters, or might be carrying more powerful mystic devices, he did not use the secret puppet thread to snoop.

A minute later.

Cheng Han clearly sensed that his arrangement left in the blood tree had been touched.

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Beiting City.

Political Affairs Building.

At this moment.

The personnel in the hall, including the Chief Executive Officer, had all disappeared, and there were only twenty or so figures wearing black robes near the blood tree.

This kind of attire was the typical attire of Mystic Practitioners.

One of them was a middle-aged man with striking white hair, and the black robe was embroidered with layers of golden patterns, looking like a tree branch.

The black robes of Mystic Masters only had silver threads embroidered on the edges.

Judging from this golden-patterned black robe alone, it could be determined that this person's identity was higher than that of a Mystic Master.

The white-haired man stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the blood tree for a few seconds, and smiled: "Interesting! A mere Mystic Master level can actually play such tricks."

His eyes suddenly became indifferent, and he lightly shouted: "Extinguish!"

Thousands of blood-colored leaves fell from the branches, and before they fell to the ground, they rapidly withered and turned into ashes.

Only one blood leaf floated to the ground.

Subsequently.

A strange thing happened.

A faint light flashed across the surface of the blood leaf, and it disappeared directly, leaving a leaf mark on the ground, each stroke eroded from the stone slab.

The nearby Mystic Masters who witnessed this scene all changed their expressions slightly, their eyes revealing a hint of fear.

The white-haired man "hmph"ed: "The Snake God's 'Life' secret technique is like a balance, with one end representing life and the other end representing death."

The "Snake God" in this sentence obviously refers to the Lord of Sin and Life.

"Sprouting a blood tree is a method of life, and blood leaf erosion is a method of death. The mastermind behind the scenes has integrated the two forces into one, achieving a very perfect balance.

"Even the 'Dream Lords' who control one side of the Dream Genesis Society do not have this level of skill."

Everyone present knew that the strength of the Dream Lords was equivalent to that of a Mystic Master, and each Dream Lord was independently responsible for a small spirit realm, which was considered a feudal lord of the Dream Genesis Society.

The white-haired man actually gave a "very perfect" evaluation with his identity, which showed that the other party's strength was extraordinary and powerful.

A Mystic Master respectfully asked: "May I ask 'Supervisor Xuan', the mastermind behind the scenes is proficient in the secret technique of life, could he be a Dream Lord who defected from the Dream Genesis Society?"

The white-haired man, known as "Supervisor Xuan", nodded slightly: "The possibility is very high."

This person paused and added: "Otherwise, he would not know the specific image of the Snake God."

The blood snake wrapped around the blood tree had three sharp horns growing on its forehead, others would only find it strange, but discerning people would know at a glance that this was the Snake God.

The white-haired man looked at the blood tree again and shouted: "Extinguish!"

"Crack! Crack!"

Dense cracking sounds suddenly rang out.

The branches on the trunk of the blood tree fell one after another, and before they completely landed, they shattered into sections, and then turned into ashes.

After a breath.

The blood tree only had a bare trunk left, and a blood snake wrapped around the trunk.

The white-haired man glanced at the blood snake and shouted for the third time: "Extinguish!"

The next moment.

An unexpected situation occurred.

The blood snake did not fall off as expected, but suddenly came to life, its snake mouth opened and spat out a bright red snake tongue.

"Hiss!"

The white-haired man was taken aback and prepared to shout "Extinguish" again, but suddenly stopped and "eh"ed.

"Puff! Puff!"

The blood snake spat out three blood balls.

"Bang! Bang!"

The blood balls exploded one after another, turning into large patches of blood mist.

The Mystic Practitioners instantly stirred up a commotion.

The white-haired man waved his hand and shouted: "The other party has no malice, just watch."

At the same time.

This person also had a hint of faint embarrassment in his heart.

Because as Supervisor Xuan, above the Mystic Master, he had not noticed just now that there was a small trick hidden in the blood snake.

Under the eyes of everyone.

The blood mist flew in the air and condensed into three lifelike patterns.

The first was seven words – Youmiao Realm, Vortex of Tranquility;

The second was a painting – a stone stele forest in boundless black water;

The third was also a painting – a sleeping triangular giant snake.

The white-haired man only glanced at it, and the calmness on his face disappeared immediately, and he exclaimed: "My God! Youmiao Realm!"

A group of onlookers instantly realized that these three blood mist pictures were probably very extraordinary.

The white-haired man turned to look at a group of subordinates, his expression extremely serious, and his tone carried a hint of killing intent: "From now on, no one is allowed to leave my sight, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The Mystic Practitioners and Mystic Masters all responded solemnly: "Yes!"

The white-haired man immediately named a name: "Wu Hui, urgently contact the Palace Master...no, directly use my name to urgently present a letter to 'Divine General Lan Yun', and ask her to descend a wisp of 'Divine Soul Shadow'!"

"Yes!"