If this whole thing were just a regular human trafficking case, Luo Zheng wouldn't mind handing it to the cops and letting them take their time a day or two. But the way things were unfolding was clearly off. Luo Zheng was more worried the Dark Church was behind this, trying to bog him down. The more it looked like that, the more he had to get Guoguo out fast and throw everything into the Xuanyuan Sword matter. So Luo Zheng chose to go straight to war—violence against violence. Risky, but it was the fastest way to get results.
The Security Department manager's words left Luo Zheng feeling half amused, half pissed. He'd already heard that Ao City's underground scene was wild; didn't expect the rumors to be true. He let out a cold snort, tiger brows lifting, and barked, "You clowns dare call yourselves the Jianghu? In my eyes you're just a stinking gutter. You've got one minute. If your boss doesn't show in one minute, don't blame me for bathing this hotel in blood."
