Chapter 33: Two Months

Teng Feiyu was taken aback and said, "Because the Crimson Oriole Society has informants within the official ranks, and many people have discovered the society's immense power, so they dare not provoke it, right?"

Lin Qing smiled.

"So you know that too."

He shook his head slightly and said, "I originally thought you were a second-generation heir here just to gild your resume, but now it seems I overthought it."

"I said it, it's not about gilding my resume; I just wanted to come myself," Teng Feiyu said, frowning.

"Hmm, I believe you now."

Lin Qing chuckled, "Unless your father, Director Chu, holds a grudge against you, there's no reason to give you such a dangerous mission just to gild your resume, sending you crashing in like a headless fly."

Those who come to gild their resumes are like players given a game walkthrough; the mission difficulty must be considered, requiring at least a guarantee of completion for it to truly be gilding.

Otherwise, it's just seeking death.

And searching the Crimson Oriole Society, the most arrogant and vast underground force in the entire city, is like handing a new player a starter sword, pointing them at a level-??? big boss, and saying, "This is your starter mission; go kill it now."

That's no different from seeking death.

Teng Feiyu naturally understood the meaning behind Lin Qing's words and couldn't help but frown.

He tried to speak calmly, "Team Leader, I just want to ask you to help apply for a search warrant; I'm not asking you to lead me in the search."

"Then do you think there's any chance of approval after applying?"

Lin Qing shook his head slightly and said, "Without a shred of substantive evidence, you want to apply for a search warrant and mobilize the entire Patrol Team?"

"But things are different now," Teng Feiyu said, his frown deepening. "Before, it was because we didn't understand the situation of the underground boxing ring, but now we know for sure that if we search, we will definitely find something; why not investigate?"

"Definitely find something?"

Lin Qing retorted, "Do you dare guarantee that you are the only one who knows these things? Think carefully; if searching would definitely yield results, why has no one uncovered it until now?"

Teng Feiyu fell silent for a moment and asked, "Is the Team Leader saying all this because you are unwilling to apply?"

"Yes."

Lin Qing nodded, "You know the Crimson Oriole Society has informants within the official ranks, yet you still dare to use the intelligence you gathered to apply for a search warrant; aren't you afraid of startling the snake? What if the Crimson Oriole Society strikes back at you? Can you say there are no Crimson Oriole Society informants within the branch station?"

He now possessed Captain-level strength, so he wasn't too afraid of the Crimson Oriole Society; at the very least, he had the ability to protect himself.

But he still planned to search that underground boxing ring after his strength increased to earn merit; if he startled the snake before then, that would be bad.

Of course, this reason couldn't be stated.

Teng Feiyu fell silent again for a while before saying, "Team Leader, you could explain privately to Captain Xiao alone; do you not trust Captain Xiao either?"

"Yes, I don't trust him," Lin Qing nodded frankly.

Teng Feiyu was taken aback.

Immediately, he took a deep breath, stood up, and said expressionlessly, "Since the Team Leader trusts no one, then forget it."

Lin Qing glanced at him, "If you really can't stand me, pass the professional exam sooner, become a Patrol Officer yourself, build your own team, and investigate yourself."

Teng Feiyu pressed his lips together, glanced at him, didn't bother saying much more, turned around, and left the meeting room.

The room fell silent.

"Ha..."

Lin Qing wasn't angry; he just chuckled softly, "Youth is truly wonderful."

He didn't dislike this kind of person; on the contrary, he wished the whole world had more people like this who feared no danger and possessed a sense of justice.

Isn't a stable and peaceful life brought about by such people?...

Half an hour later.

The phone in the Seventh Team's office rang; the caller ID showed it was from the Captain's office.

Lin Qing picked it up casually.

"Captain Xiao?"

"Team Leader Lin, come to my office."

In the phone, Xiao Pei's voice conveyed seriousness and displeasure.

Inside the Captain's office.

"Lin Qing, how do you manage the Seventh Team?"

Xiao Pei frowned solemnly, slammed the table, and said coldly, "Your team member has filed a report all the way to me; doesn't he even know the common sense of not overstepping authority? No discipline or rules at all!"

Is this really escalating the issue? Lin Qing glanced at Teng Feiyu, who was standing expressionlessly to the side.

Immediately, he looked at Xiao Pei and said, "Captain Xiao, this has nothing to do with me; the one who made the mistake is him; why don't you fire him? That would save everyone trouble."

Xiao Pei was stunned.

Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to suppress him, but suddenly realized that this young team leader in front of him was only eighteen years old, and methods used against old rogues weren't suitable.

Old rogues just muddy the waters, turning big issues into small ones and small ones into nothing.

"A formal Patrol Officer can't just be fired on a whim; this is nonsense," Xiao Pei frowned and looked at Lin Qing. "Forget it; take him back and educate him properly; let this be the first and last time."

"What a bother," Lin Qing shook his head. "Firing him would just end it."

He glanced at Teng Feiyu beside him and said, "Let's go."

"Also."

Xiao Pei added, "If you want to investigate that underground boxing ring whose existence is still unconfirmed, go investigate it yourselves, but you only have a Level One Search Warrant; unless you produce evidence, understand?"

Teng Feiyu frowned.

A Level One Search Warrant cannot involve privacy violations during the search, nor can it cause damage.

At least a Level Two Search Warrant would be useful.

And the highest Level Three Search Warrant means searching with full force regardless of the cost.

"I'm too lazy to investigate."

Lin Qing left a sentence without looking back, then immediately turned and walked out of the office.

Teng Feiyu silently followed behind him.

When they reached a deserted place, Teng Feiyu suddenly said in a low voice: "I know you're worried this matter will be discovered by an insider in the Bureau, so you don't want to apply, but I have also considered it carefully."

"Oh?"

Lin Qing glanced at him.

Teng Feiyu continued: "The underground boxing ring of the Wren Red Society has been operating for at least a year, and Captain Xiao was just transferred over; it's impossible for him to have become an informant for the underground ring so quickly. Besides... he is so young with a bright future; there's no need for him to do such dirty work, and you shouldn't suspect him without cause."

"Makes some sense."

Lin Qing glanced at him and said: "But you don't understand human hearts, and no one truly does."

Teng Feiyu was slightly stunned.

After dinner, Lin Qing went to Xiaoshan District People's Hospital to visit his older female cousin and happened to ask about some matters.

"Achieved merit again?"

Chen Yanan leaned against the hospital bed, glanced at Lin Qing, and said: "Lucky indeed; I heard the bounty is four hundred thousand? Just right to add some money for me to upgrade the performance of my mechanical leg."

"Fine, it was meant for you anyway." Lin Qing nodded and continued peeling the apple.

"Really giving it?" Chen Yanan smiled, couldn't help but reach out and pinch his cheek, "Not in vain that I've doted on you since you were small."

Immediately she shook her head and said: "I was just joking with you. Keep that four hundred thousand properly; this amount is only enough to add twelve hours of endurance, changing it from thirty-six hours to forty-eight hours. Is that necessary?"

"Anything better is better." Lin Qing shook his head indifferently.

"Then let's talk about it later."

Chen Yanan looked at him. "The energy source for mechanical prosthetics can be replaced anyway; no need to rush. You still need to spend money practicing martial arts, right?"

"Four hundred thousand won't help much." Lin Qing shook his head.

"The Bureau's Group One high-energy slow-release fluid costs only seventy thousand; four hundred thousand can buy five groups. How is that not helping much?" Chen Yanan frowned.

"The K1 series is useless to me now."

Lin Qing handed over the peeled apple. "I have already mastered the 77th Edition method."

"What?" Chen Yanan suddenly sat upright, looking at him in disbelief: "Really? You've mastered it?"

Those who have mastered the 46th Edition Morning Sun method are already a minority; the 77th Edition method is even rarer. Nowadays, in the entire Xiaoshan District Patrol Branch, there are only two people.

"It might not mean much in the urban circle, but outside the urban circle, this already counts as an elite among ordinary people!" "A few days ago, I was lucky." Lin Qing nodded. "Now I need to buy the MY series high-energy slow-release fluid; it's too expensive, so there's no need for it temporarily."

He spoke the truth.

When the forty-thousand-bounty comes down, it will only be enough to buy two groups, merely shortening the 77th Edition method's progress by forty days; the significance is not great.

"I see..."

Chen Yanan took the apple, looked Lin Qing over again, and couldn't help but exclaim with a click of her tongue: "I wouldn't have guessed; even little Qing has captain potential."

She still shook her head and said: "Even so, there's no need to spend that wasted money. Keep it for now; don't consider me, unless it's three or five million, which could get me a higher-grade mechanical prosthesis, then it would be possible. Right now, it's really unnecessary."

Lin Qing thought for a moment and said: "Alright then, Sister, when will your prosthetic surgery begin?"

"Provisionally, the earliest is mid-March."

Chen Yanan said: "Mainly, the Dawn Group, the world's sole producer of high-grade mechanical prosthetics, also requires queuing for a number; this is hard to confirm. Once confirmed, we can choose the prosthesis and perform the surgery."

Lin Qing nodded slightly, his mind thoughtful.

Mid-March?

There are still two months left.

Lin Qing memorized this time, then gathered his thoughts and said: "By the way, Sister, I have something I want to ask you."

(End of this chapter)