Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Ji Jue's smile grew even more cheerful as he casually pulled a piece of table board from the ruins, sat down, and waved indifferently: "Call the police, Old Gou!"

"Believe in the law and justice of Central Earth, they will surely give us an explanation!"

"..."

Old Gou began to sweat.

He didn't understand what Ji Jue was up to, but instinctively, he felt a chill.

Yet in the silence, he ultimately said nothing.

He pulled out his phone.

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Fight! Fight! Fight!!!

At the moment the explosion's flames rose, countless secretive glances that were cast in the dark were illuminated. Anticipated, yet one couldn't help but get excited.

So lively!

Less than a minute after the explosion, Shaban received the news. Three minutes later, the informants had precisely delivered the news to every client. Ten minutes later, nearly all peers were awake, sitting behind their desks, spinning pens, legs crossed, awaiting news.

Or constantly dialing and answering calls, probing each other.

Unable to suppress the malicious and mocking smiles.

Now there's entertainment to watch!

The roar of the explosion, like a thunderclap, flashed across the dull wasteland, waking unknown crocodiles below the surface, silently surfacing, spying.

Admiring the farce before them, awaiting Ji Jue's next decision.

Yet, unexpectedly... Ji Jue made no decision.

Ji Jue had sat down.

Then, from afar, sirens began to blare.

Until the police car stopped downstairs, most people were still bewildered, incredulous—What happened? Where am I?

This damn fool, he called the police?!

No, buddy, what are you thinking! Mulahka is almost blatantly coming after you, give him a slap!

The puppet party propped up in Tower City and those patrolmen who can do nothing but embezzle, can't even cover things up, what are you hoping for?

Hoping they'll execute justice for you?

Or waiting for the police to gather evidence, then sue, and have the courts vindicate you?

Can't understand it, can't see it clearly, but yet seem deeply shocked.

Even Fan Yun who received the news was stunned for a moment, clutching the phone, bewildered for a long time.

"Call the police?"

"Yes."

"That... calling the police?" Fan Yun hesitated, confirming: "811?"

"Yes, that's right!"

The repeatedly confirmed assistant wiped sweat, nodded decisively: "He called the police!"

"..."

Fan Yun remained silent, speechless.

Looked at the screen in the assistant's hand.

In the photo, the young man taken away for questioning followed beside the police, calm and light-footed, turned to look at the direction of the camera.

Silently grinning.

Smiling.

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It's not just the spectators who were stunned.

The police were stunned too.

In a purely decorative police station, local policemen looked at each other in dismay, the unlucky duty officer wiping sweat, not knowing what this was all about, but amidst the silence and hesitation, something had to be done.

"So… let's... follow procedure first."

The police inspector who hadn't sobered up from the deck was hauled up by his subordinates, feeling a splitting headache, wanting to hang himself on a southeast branch, irritably waving: "Don't you understand following procedure? Do I need to teach you!"

Thus, subordinates understood, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just like that, the commissioner directed the chief, the chief directed the deputy chief, the deputy chief directed the inspector, the inspector directed the police overseer, the overseer directed the temporarily settled temp workers.

Follow procedure!

Go ahead, as you proceed, the procedure gets completed, or maybe it doesn't, but who cares? That's normal!

There's nothing we can do, Central Earth has its own circumstances here.

Just, we'll take a note first.

Deal with the later matters later.

Thus, in the interrogation room, a trembling young man pushed open the door, summoned courage, sat opposite Ji Jue, saw his smile.

So gentle and warm.

Even, comforted him in return.

"Don't be nervous, just handle it normally, I have confidence in the public security of Central Earth."

This nonsense almost amused the new young man: Your damn confidence is even greater than mine!

In helplessness, could only open the notebook.

With a stiff posture, under the watchful eyes unknown behind the camera, awkwardly began to inquire...

Facing the rigidity of the police officer, Ji Jue seemed to be at home, talking avidly, saliva flying, drinking several cups of coffee.

"Ah, bro, you have no idea, the situation was so dangerous back then!"

Ji Jue gesturing with two fingers: "Just a little bit, just by this little bit, I might have been blown up! These criminals are simply too rampant! Not at all putting Tower City in their eyes!"

Brother, stop talking, I beg you, let's not say it anymore!

The young officer wiping sweat, hesitated to speak: Don't mention criminals, even we never paid attention to public security…

But almost done asking, have to persevere to the end.

He helplessly looked at the nonsense in the notebook, turned a page, picked up the pen again, routinely asked:

"So, are there any suspicious targets?"

That instant, silence, sudden and complete.

The young man blankly raised his head, only feeling, the atmosphere in the whole office seemed to suddenly change, warmth disappeared, gentleness was gone, yet didn't know what happened.

Only the 'victim' sitting opposite him smiled.

The smile, even more cheerful.

"Yes."

Ji Jue slowly nodded, smile even more cheerful: "I suspect, the person who attacked me, the true mastermind—"

He paused, decisively said: "It's the Evil Cult!"

Crack!

Sounded like something shattering, some commotion coming from outside the office, even the soundproof wall couldn't block it, subtly resonating.

Only the young man taking notes remained in the dark.

Still hadn't figured out the situation.

What cult? What the hell...

Just outside the hallway, someone already came running frantically, drenched in sweat, stumbling over, hands and feet struggling, desperately shouting orders: "Stop, quickly stop! Damn it, stop!"

The overseer screamed, roared: "Make that brat shut up, no more questions!!!!"

But it was too far.

Also too slow.

Unable to stop the ignorant young man in the interrogation room from once again asking the question enough to provoke a storm, sweeping through the whole Tower City:

"What did you just say?"

Thus, Ji Jue smiled, decisively told him, told those behind the camera, told everyone here, not here:

"——[Evil Cult]!"

Damn!

In the director's office, the sweat-drenched overseer was dumbstruck, watching everything before him.

Suddenly, a high-pitched ringing filled his ears, darkening before his eyes.

Instinctively propped up his body, but unable to stand stably, staggered back two steps, tripped, sat on the ground, yet felt no pain, only that increasingly sharp and piercing tinnitus.

It's over, all over!

At the moment of sudden realization, he could no longer suppress the desire to die...

This time, it's a big deal!