Wang Xuan stretched lazily as he stepped out the door. Although Xiaowei was quite interested in hotpot, she followed along without hesitation, yet she harbored some worry in her heart.
"Don't worry." Wang Xuan patted her head, her silky hair felt smooth like satin.
As he spoke, he picked up his personal terminal and dialed the police.
"Hello, is this the police station? I'd like to report a case; there's a group promoting a cult and they've already deceived over a thousand people, right in the new district.
As for clues, I can provide them. A sixteen-year-old girl is one of the deceived individuals and is preparing to go to the cult's gathering place.
You should act quickly.
By the way, my name is Wang Xuan, a Middle Level instructor at the Immortal Martial Combat Hall in the new district, and I've had friendly interactions with your police station before. You should understand the importance of what I'm saying."
