Chapter 219 -118: Ghost-Catching Sect! I Fear Not Even a Grandmaster of Divine Intent
Seven figures appeared outside the Yun Port City Guard Headquarters. Each of them wore a plain, gray Zhongshan suit.
The leader was a middle-aged man of about fifty, his stern face filled with anger.
As one of the Vice Commanders-in-Chief of the Daxia New Country’s Secret Martial Department, he was also an expert at the Huajin Grandmaster Level.
He had held a high position for many years, but he had never been this furious.
“These damn good-for-nothings! How many days has it been? I told them to find a guy named He Zhongpeng, and they’ve taken this long!”
After Dai Teli finished roaring, a sharp young man came closer and said indignantly, “Commander Dai, if it weren’t for the tight security around Da Xin Publishing House, would we even need help from this bunch of losers?”
Dai Teli snorted coldly. That’s right—he was the man personally sent by Yuan Datong.
It was all because of that article written by He Zhongpeng, which had thoroughly infuriated Yuan Datong.
Something about *On the Corruption and Absurdity of the Imperial System*, something about “freedom” and “equality,” something about “a byword for feudal decay”...
Therefore, that personage had personally ordered He Zhongpeng to be captured and brought back to Yanjing to await judgment!
After accepting the mission, Dai Teli had brought six of his subordinates all the way from Yanjing to Yun Port City.
He’d thought it would be an easy catch, but what was the result? They were strangers in a strange land here.
In a city as large as Yun Port, you could find a whole slew of people named He Zhongpeng. Vegetable sellers, baggage carriers, cart pullers, small-time merchants—anyone could have that name.
So they had to investigate carefully, focusing on those with literary talent, who were educated, who could write such an article.
Thus, they had no choice but to seek help from the local guards. But this bunch of guards...
As Dai Teli recalled the events of the past few days, the fury on his face intensified.
This bunch of good-for-nothings did nothing but shirk responsibility, delay, and feign compliance.
Every time he went to them, it was just a pile of excuses.
“Not enough manpower,” “we’re investigating,” “just wait a little longer”...
‘Wait my ass!’
Dai Teli suppressed the rage in his chest. Today was the final deadline for those good-for-nothings inside.
If they still couldn’t find He Zhongpeng, they shouldn’t blame him for what came next.
Just then, a brutish-looking man with a fleshy face behind Dai Teli yelled out.
“Commander Dai, there’s been too much big news lately. The way I see it, those losers probably forgot all about our business long ago!”
A tall, skinny man next to him chimed in, “Exactly! That’s why we don’t need to be polite with those good-for-nothings! If they can’t find He Zhongpeng today, I’ll put a bullet in that bastard Commander-in-Chief!”
“Yeah!”
“That’s how it should be!”
“We’ve been way too easy on them!”
After a moment of silence, Dai Teli raised his hand. “Let’s go. Today, I’m going to see what other tricks these losers have up their sleeves.”
Inside the headquarters’ first floor, the air was thick with smoke. Several tables had been pushed together, where four or five guards were sitting around playing cards.
The tables were littered with playing cards, cigarette butts, sunflower seed shells, and a few half-drunk tea mugs.
The water in the mugs had long gone cold, and no one bothered with the ash floating on the surface.
A red-faced fat man who had just won a hand grinned and laughed heartily, raking the paper money on the table toward himself.
“Come on, come on! Let’s keep going!”
He shouted as he shuffled the cards, spraying spit everywhere.
In a corner, two guards were slumped in their chairs with their hats covering their faces, snoring like thunder.
By the window sat a middle-aged man with a greasy face. He had his legs crossed and wore a wrinkled guard uniform with only half the buttons fastened.
The middle-aged man had a cigarette dangling from his lips and was boasting to a few young men gathered around him.
“Hey, Xiaoliu, and the rest of you, let’s go to Fuchun Residence tonight for a few drinks!”
As he spoke, he squinted and blew out a puff of smoke, a knowing, man-to-man smile on his face.
“Boss Chen told me a new batch of real lookers just came in. Their figures, man... Curvy in all the right places, got everything you could want. I guarantee you won’t be able to walk away after seeing them!”
The young guards’ eyes lit up, and they quickly bowed and scraped, fawning over him.
“Thank you, Captain Huang!”
“You’re a true friend, Captain Huang!”
“We’ll definitely be there tonight! Definitely!”
The two guards at the door were leaning against the frame, yawning out of sheer boredom, when they saw seven people approaching in the distance.
At first, the two guards frowned in annoyance, but once they got a clear look at the newcomers, their expressions changed instantly.
The annoyance on the face of the guard on the left vanished. “Wait, it’s those seven people from last time!”
The guard on the right recognized them too. “Yeah! It’s them! The Commander-in-Chief said before that these people are important figures from Yanjing and we have to treat them seriously!”
The two quickly straightened up, plastered solicitous smiles on their faces, and hurried forward to greet them. “Well, look who it is! Please, come in, come in! I’ll go inform the Commander-in-Chief right away!”
Dai Teli didn’t even glance at them, his face ashen as he said, “No need.”
The other guards also looked up one by one, sizing up Dai Teli and his six men as they walked in.
‘Oh, it’s them. The people who came last time. Never mind then.’
They ignored Dai Teli’s constipated-looking face and went back to what they were doing.
Before long, a closed door on the second floor was kicked off its hinges. The entire door went flying with a WHOOSH and embedded itself precisely into the plaque above the office, which read “Bane of All Evil”!
As the plaque split apart, gold dust flew everywhere, and the four large, gilt words snapped in half and fell to the floor.
And on the other side of the office, a pot-bellied, balding middle-aged man was sitting on a large leather sofa.

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