Half an hour later.

Winter Garden.

A group of people, including two deputy directors of the Inspection Department and a group of sentry commanders, gathered in the Winter Garden to collectively discuss the follow-up to the Word of the God incident.

After a whole night of fighting, the Inspection Office, in cooperation with the Black Armored Army soldiers, basically eliminated the monsters in the city.

Deputy Director Duan Zhuohui spoke eloquently: "According to preliminary statistics, many personnel and mastiffs from the Inspection Department were killed or injured, and the number of civilian casualties was even greater, no less than 500 people..."

In fact.

If the Inspection Bureau had not attracted the main "firepower" of the Mengsheng Society, civilian casualties would have been even more serious.

Duan Zhuohui hesitated for a while, with a hint of showing off in his tone: "The casualties in the other two cities in Tai'an Xiaoling Realm are much more serious than Anhua City..."

Cheng Han frowned slightly and interrupted unceremoniously: "Why are you talking about these nonsense? Keep talking about the situation in Anhua City!"

Duan Zhuohui did not dare to say any more and said with a submissive look: "Okay!"

The previous directors of the Inspection Department were usually more polite to the deputy directors. After all, they had the same rank, but they had different powers.

But Cheng Han is different.

He trained the deputy director as if he were training his grandson, but the latter didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​​​exploding.

To this day.

The term "the most authoritative and capable director" in the history of Anhua City has long been recognized after a series of events.

soon.

The general introduction is completed.

Deng Xi, another deputy director, talked about the pension plan: "Because the Charity Committee has taken the initiative to provide special sponsorship, the pension amount for the inspector who died in the line of duty will be paid at 1.5 times the normal amount."

After hearing this, a group of sentry commanders looked at the director with gratitude in their eyes.

No one knows.

The so-called "Charity Committee" is completely a reflection of Director Cheng's personal will.

This must have been something the director said in private, so the Charity Committee came to the Inspection Office and made a generous donation.

Cheng Han said expressionlessly: "What about the compensation for the dead and injured civilians?"

As soon as this statement came out.

The eyes of a group of people instantly drifted to another attendee.

Since many departments were involved in the aftermath, the Council specially dispatched a heavyweight—Deputy Consul Shen Wenxian.

In the past, at most the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau would come to the Council Hall, and the deputy consul would certainly not condescend to attend such a meeting in person.

But Cheng Han's authority is so great that it is definitely not an exaggeration to say, "One stomp will make Anhua City tremble three times."

Even the Grand Consul did not dare to ignore it, so the Council sent a Deputy Consul.

Shen Wenxian glanced at Cheng Han and swallowed nervously: "Strictly speaking, what happened to the civilians is an accident and does not fall into the category of pensions, but..."

Cheng Han was too lazy to listen to nonsense and interrupted directly: "Please tell me the key points!"

This sentence has an obvious admonishment meaning.

A group of sentry commanders were all extremely impressed.

The deputy consul's rank is half a level higher than that of the director of the inspection department. The director actually even disciplined the deputy consul at his request. How awesome!

Shen Wenxian's heart was filled with humiliation.

But this guy had witnessed with his own eyes that Cheng Han had executed a deputy director in public before he entered Anhua City. How could he dare to assassinate him at this time?

The deputy consul suppressed his displeasure and said honestly: "After discussion, the Council decided to pay pensions to civilian casualties based on 10% of the standard for public employees."

Cheng Han said flatly: "It's less! According to the standard of 20%!"

The tone of this sentence is obviously not a discussion or suggestion, but a notification.

Shen Wenxian felt even more humiliated.

The Inspection Department is a subordinate department of the Council. When will it be the Inspection Department’s turn to teach the Council how to do things?

It’s so outrageous!

The deputy consul still didn't have the courage to refute, but said weakly: "Currently, the Finance Department's funds are tight..."

Cheng Han said with a hint of sarcasm: "It's really unexpected that the people are willing to donate generously, but the Finance Department is withholding money like this."

Everyone else kept their mouths tightly shut, not daring to speak nonsense.

This is a fight between gods and gods, and they can't afford to get involved.

Shen Wenxian didn't have the courage to confront him head-on, so he simply put on a "dead pig is not afraid of boiling water" attitude: "Perhaps the charity foundation can sponsor part of the funds."

Cheng Han didn't bother to beep anymore and directly threw out Wang Zha: "I will go to Xuan Pavilion later..."

When Shen Wenxian heard the word "Xuan Pavilion", he quickly changed his words: "Director Cheng, you don't have to do this. The Council will find a way to solve the funding problem."

The deputy consul knew better than anyone that if the matter was brought to the Xuan Pavilion, there would be no good consequences for the council.

Cheng Han thought for a while and decided to let this guy go for the time being: "I hope that the full pension will be paid within three days."

Shen Wenxian felt extremely aggrieved, but he had to smile: "Of course."

A group of sentry commanders looked at this scene and suddenly had the illusion that "the Council Hall is a subordinate department of the Inspection Department".

At this time.

Cheng Han's eyes flickered slightly.

Through a secret puppet thread, he saw a picture:

This is the sky in Beiting City.

A strange trident-shaped shuttle, no less than fifty meters in length, surrounded by a large number of cyclones, flew across the sky at extremely fast speeds.

Roughly judging, the speed reached at least twice the speed of sound.

It flew more than ten kilometers in the air and suddenly hovered over the government building.

This kind of "instantaneous transition from extreme motion to extreme stillness" has no buffering and deceleration process in between, which simply violates the laws of physics.

The most bizarre thing is that the height of the Trident shuttle is at most one kilometer above the ground. However, many civilians in Beiting City did not seem to see it at all.

This is precisely the reason for the concealment of illusion.

If the secret puppet had not possessed a certain amount of extraordinary power and had the ability to see through Xuanshi-level illusions, I am afraid that the arrival of this shuttle would not have been noticed.

undoubtedly.

The people from Qinghan Xuan Palace finally arrived.

According to the gossip circulating in Heishan camp, Xuan Palace is located in a medium-sized spiritual realm, more than 8,000 kilometers away from the small spiritual realm of Tai'an.

Only half an hour later, the Trident shuttle arrived at Beiting City.

This speed is much faster than expected.

Cheng Han watched this scene and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Xuan Palace's flying mysterious weapon is indeed more advanced than Xuan Pavilion."

He had done something secretly in Qinglin City before and saw the "Xuanzhou" used by Xuange.

Compared to the Trident Shuttle, Xuanzhou is only a small boat more than ten meters long, which looks quite shabby.

but.

Considering that the other party may have a stronger person than the mysterious master, and may also carry a more powerful mysterious weapon, he did not use the secret puppet thread to peek.

One minute later.

Cheng Han clearly felt that the arrangement he had left in the blood tree was touched.

*

Beiting City.

Government Building.

At this moment.

All the people in the hall, including the Grand Consul, were missing. There were only about twenty figures in black robes near the blood tree.

This kind of attire is the typical attire of a Xuanshi.

One of them was a middle-aged man with striking white hair, a black robe embroidered with layers of golden patterns, and he looked like a tree branch.

Master Xuan's black robe was only embroidered with silver thread on the edge.

Just from this black robe with gold patterns, you can tell that this person has a higher status than Master Xuan.

The white-haired man put his hands behind his back, stared at the blood tree for a few seconds, and then laughed: "Interesting! How could a mere mystical master be able to pull off such a trick?"

His eyes suddenly became indifferent, and he shouted softly: "Destroy!"

Thousands of blood-colored leaves fell off the branches one after another, and before they fell to the ground, they quickly shrank and turned into ashes.
To be continued...