I Have Infinite Skill Points

"Is it possible that Qin is a professionally trained killer? Even with years of training, couldn't she achieve that?" Lin, who was driving, suddenly broke the silence and asked.

"Reality is not like the movies. The kind of strength you can exert should match your body size. There is no clever trick to snapping someone's neck. The only people who can exert strength that far surpasses their physical form are Star Martial Warriors," Hu Qing said, leaning back in his seat.

"But according to the information, Qin couldn't possibly be a Star Martial Warrior. And the signs of the struggle at the scene are very clear. A woman managed to bite a man's throat and not let go, tearing off half of his neck in the process. Despite her eyes being slashed blind, she still managed to stab a man in the throat and kill him. I can't understand her endurance, this determination to die along with her opponent. It feels like... Qin wasn't acting on her own, but rather like a... tool."

"DING DING DONG, DING DING DONG—" Hu Qing's phone suddenly rang.

"Hello!"

"Got it…"

After a while, Hu Qing put down the phone and smiled at Wang Lan. "The eight big bosses of the Ancient City are meeting tomorrow night at Arirang BBQ for negotiations."

"Negotiations? About what? Shouldn't they be fighting since Qiu was killed?"

"Our police department forbids them to fight, so how could they dare? We chose to forbid them from fighting for the temporary stability of Suzhou City. But if they insist on fighting, we won't be lenient. These mafia veterans are cunning; they know our bottom line very well and when not to cross it. This time, the eight bosses are probably meeting to choose a new head of the mafia."

"Since the mafia doesn't want chaos, who are you worried about causing trouble now that Qiu is dead?" Wang Lan asked curiously.

"Of course, it's Qiu's underlings. When Li was taken down, Li's men caused trouble for a long time. Back then, with Qiu and Mr. Qi keeping things under control, it didn't lead to much chaos. But now, with Mr. Qi gone, Li and Qiu gone, and it looks like Hong from Phoenix Building is gone too. Wouldn't Qiu's men turn the world upside down?"

Hu Qing chuckled. "Wang Lan, do you think the person who sent Qin could be the one who wants to be the head of the mafia in the Ancient City District?"

"Who could it be?"

"I don't know. How about we go take a look tomorrow?"

"But tomorrow is Sunday…" Wang Lan hadn't finished his sentence when Hu Qing's phone rang again.

"Hello?"

"Team Hu, the autopsy report is out. Ninety-five percent of the blood at the scene belongs to Qiu's two men, with less than five percent being Qin's. Moreover, Qin's time of death should be last night, not this afternoon."

"Last night? Impossible, she just killed people this afternoon…" As these words slipped out, Hu Qing suddenly halted. He was suddenly reminded of the previous case, the bank robbery by the 'Floral Snake's Six Maniacs'—their autopsies, too, had shown they were already dead.

"Hu Qing, what's wrong?"

"Wang Lan, it seems the Tianjian Bureau really needs to get involved this time. The autopsy report shows that Qin died last night."

Upon hearing Hu Qing's words, Wang Lan showed no surprise. Instead, his expression was one of dawning realization, as if to say, 'Just as I thought.'

Qin was just an ordinary person, yet she was able to snap a man's neck. It was already unreasonable for her to fight to that extent with those skilled mafia hitmen. But if she was already a corpse being controlled by someone else, that would make complete sense.

"Wang Mingling!" Wang Lan coldly stated a name.

Once at the police station, Hu Qing went about his work. Then his aunt called to report that they had reached home safely and everything was fine.

After hanging up, Wang Lan dialed Wang Qianfeng's number.

"Wang Lan, what is it?"

"Director Wang, Wang Mingling has made a move again."

"Oh?" Wang Qianfeng, who was reading materials in his study, paused and asked in a deep voice after setting aside the documents, "How did you find out?"

"Today, I was having a meal with Hu Qing from the police department when he suddenly received a case. An underground boss in the Ancient City District was killed by a hostess. I went to the scene with Hu Qing and found something peculiar about the hostess. The autopsy report just came out, and it turns out that the hostess died last night. She was just a corpse when she killed people, so… I suspect Wang Mingling is involved again."

"Wang Mingling orchestrated the assassination of a mafia boss? Do you know why?"

"No idea! I just started following this case."

"Then this case is yours. You can report the progress to me at any time, and you can also call me anytime if you need support."

"Um… Am I following up on such a big case alone?" Wang Lan was a bit surprised. Wang Qianfeng used to always hope that he would focus on his studies.

"Yes! Recently, Suzhou City has been targeted by overseas terrorist organizations, which might also be related to Wang Mingling." Wang Qianfeng paused for a moment before continuing, "Half a month ago, a large number of high-value bounties appeared on the international black market. The total value exceeded three billion, targeting hundreds of businessmen in Suzhou City. This flood of assassination bounties attracted many notorious international organizations, drawing them in like cats to the scent of fish. To deal with this provocation, presumably by Wang Mingling, much of Tianjian Bureau's manpower has been deployed."

"So much has happened in such a short time? Wang Mingling must have some purpose. Did he issue all those bounties?"

"While there's no direct proof, he's undoubtedly connected to it."

"There are so many bounties, it's very likely a smokescreen. Director Wang, could his real intention have something to do with the assassination of Mr. Qiu? And... according to the intelligence from Duan Ziqi, Wang Mingling's purpose for returning this time might very well be to assassinate Eld Di."

"Assassinating Eld Di is likely Wang Mingling's ultimate goal. But what all these other things he's done have to do with that... I just don't understand." Wang Qianfeng continued, "You follow up on this case. I have confidence in you. If you encounter any difficulties, don't force things. Your safety must be your absolute top priority."

"Yes, sir!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Lan's mind raced, trying to deduce Wang Mingling's—or rather, the organization behind him—true intentions. The more he thought, the more his head throbbed.

Hu Qing spent the entire night at the office, organizing evidence and searching for clues, incredibly busy. Wang Lan slept in the police department's rest room. The next day, more detailed clues had been sorted out.

From these clues, there seemed to be absolutely no connection between Wang Mingling and Mr. Qiu. It appeared the motive for killing Mr. Qiu was simply personal dislike, as if Wang Mingling just found him an eyesore and decided to eliminate him.

「Morning, ten o'clock.」

The sun was shining brightly, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Hu Qing didn't drive his standard-issue police department car but instead rented one and took Wang Lan to an office building.

As soon as they stepped into the office building, the receptionist rushed to greet them. "Gentlemen, how may I assist you today?"

"We're looking for Boss Zheng."

"Do you gentlemen have an appointment?"

"No!"

"I'm sorry, without an appointment I can't arrange a meeting with Boss Zheng. Please make an appointment in advance for next time. Gentlemen, please."

Hu Qing took out his phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Zheng Ji, I'm at your company's front desk. Come down and get me."

The receptionist initially looked at Hu Qing with a hint of mockery. Who does Boss Zheng think he is, that people can just see him whenever they want? Why is it that every few days, someone tries to bluff their way in? And now a phone call? Is he calling for backup?

But when she heard Hu Qing say Zheng Ji's name, the receptionist's face changed instantly. She bowed her head slightly, acting as if she hadn't heard or seen anything. From the corner of her eye, however, she began to stealthily observe the two men. Although they were dressed ordinarily and their looks were... just a bit handsome, their aura was certainly very different. What kind of feeling was it? Righteous? Safe? Sunny?

It wasn't long before the elevator doors behind the reception desk opened, and a middle-aged, balding man in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked out.

"Boss Zheng."

"Boss Zheng—"

"Good day, Boss Zheng!" The staff at the reception desk kept greeting Zheng Ji, but Boss Zheng seemed not to see them, his eyes scanning the area as he hurriedly walked over.

"Brother Hu! Your presence graces us! Forgive me for not coming out to meet you... Brother Hu, please, come in."

Hu Qing smiled. "I hope my sudden visit isn't an inconvenience, Boss Zheng?"

"Brother Hu, any time you visit, my humble place is honored by your presence."

Under Boss Zheng's guidance, Wang Lan and Hu Qing arrived at a conference room on the top floor.

"Brother Hu, what... what brings you here?"

Wang Lan found Boss Zheng's demeanor strange. This Boss Zheng... didn't seem like a friend of Hu Qing's; rather, he appeared quite afraid of him. Yet, the broad smile plastered on his face showed no hint of a villain.

"Tonight, what are you bosses planning for your get-together?"

"Ah? The bosses are having a get-together?"

"You're playing dumb with me?" Hu Qing slowly lifted his head, his gaze like a killing blade, as if it could pierce one's very soul.

"No... no... It's just that Mr. Qiu died. After such a major incident, the brothers need to discuss our future path. We're not planning to stir up trouble, absolutely no such intentions. Brother Hu, if you're not happy about it, I'll call them right now and cancel this meeting."

"Don't. It would be such a shame to cancel such a good meeting." Hu Qing took a sip of tea. "Tonight, why don't you take me and my brother here to witness it?"

The words had barely left his mouth when Boss Zheng dropped to his knees with a thud.

"Brother Hu... my dearest brother... you can't do this to me... In the underworld, I'm just a small fry. If they find out I brought police officers here... they'll chop me into mincemeat... Brother Hu, I just want to do business honestly now. Please, give me a way to live..."

The corner of Wang Lan's mouth twitched. Looking at this man clinging to Hu Qing's thigh, a blubbering mess, he found it hard to believe this was a head of the mafia. Where was the backbone? The toughness?

"For all the illegal and disorderly things you've done over the years—human smuggling, aiding illegal entry—how many years in prison would those crimes add up to?" Hu Qing asked indifferently, unmoved.

"Brother Hu... you're really pushing me into a corner!"

"How is this pushing you into a corner? Forcing you to testify against those mafia bosses in court, *that* would be pushing you into a corner. Speaking of which, our police department has a lot of evidence that you provided. So, either you cooperate with me tonight, or I'll publicize everything you've done."

"I—" Boss Zheng swallowed the curse he was about to utter. "Brother Hu, you used to say cooperating with the police department was my only way to survive. Now, I feel like it's my only way to die."

"The only way for you to survive is to ensure those who threaten you are put behind bars. That's your path. What do you think?"

Boss Zheng took out his phone. "Hello, General Affairs? Send two good sets of clothes over to me..."