My profession is too unique.

Chapter 37 Second-Generation Treatment and Death Message
Although Yuan Chenyang was the Minister of Supervision, Su Chen did not simply assume that the place was his personal fiefdom.

No matter how underhanded the operation, it's best to follow the official procedures. Jiang He still has the title of honorary researcher in the research department.

After tidying up briefly, Su Chen went out.

This was his first official activity in Nanfeng City. The weather was similar all day long, foggy and gloomy, making it hard to be in a good mood.

Following the servant's advice, he surged through the open entrance to the floating platform, standing on the edge of the slightly worn platform. The metal mesh beneath his feet trembled slightly, indicating the approach of some enormous object.

The slender, silver metal structure did not travel on tracks, but rather hovered about a person's height off the ground, silently gliding across the tracks reserved between the city's buildings.

Its entire body is covered with a polished metal shell, with several elegant blue energy patterns flowing along the body.

It was midday, but the carriage wasn't entirely silent. The deep, continuous hum of the engine was the background noise; some people were whispering about today's vegetable prices, while others were complaining about the recent riots by displaced people.

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Someone sent him a message from Hu Xiang, asking where he was, but no one was at the school.

"Is the money being delivered?" Su Chen thought to himself, then replied with three words: "The Ministry of Supervision."

After a long while, Su Chen finally arrived at the "Supervision Department Station." Few people got off there, and his actions attracted the attention of some.

The platform hovered directly halfway up the building, where fully armed guards patrolled, wearing dark blue uniforms over black metal armor that covered their shoulders, chests, and thighs.

As soon as he stepped down, several people crowded around him. The captain in charge sized him up and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Report."

"Report? A newcomer?" The captain looked at Su Chen's excessively young face with suspicion.

Seeing the other person nod, he took out something that looked like a walkie-talkie. "Headquarters, are there any new recruits reporting for duty today?"

"Not today." A rustling sound came from within, and the other person's eyes narrowed slightly.

But then a voice came from the channel: "Wait, but there should be a new person recently."

Are you sick? Why are you only saying half of what you mean?
The captain cursed inwardly, but his eyes changed slightly. He knew that the operator wasn't to blame.

New members have a fixed time to report for duty; the other party must have checked, and there was no report today.

However, there are special cases, such as those who come to report at any time; these people usually have connections.

Soon, there was a response on the walkie-talkie: "The Internal Affairs Department has been notified, and Section Chief Sun has gone down."

Fatty Sun came to pick him up in person?
The captain, increasingly suspicious, forced an awkward smile: "Please wait a moment, sir..."

Soon, a flustered fellow darted out of the door. He was a round ball covered in fat, but his movements were very agile.

"Oh, it's Brother Su Chen..." Before even getting close, the other person forced a fawning smile, his features scrunched up. "You've finally arrived."

"Hello," Su Chen replied demurely.

"No need to be so polite, just call me Lao Sun. Come with me..." He smiled brightly and led Su Chen into the building.

"Su Chen? What kind of second-generation rich kid is he that can make Fatty Sun smile like a chrysanthemum?" The patrolling men muttered as they watched the two walk in.

"Who knows? They're probably just here to gain experience."

.........

Section Chief Sun's enthusiasm was almost overwhelming for Su Chen, who was given a detailed explanation of the building's layout and a private room was arranged for him.

"...Of course you don't need to live here, but if you feel like it someday, you need a place to stay."

"By the way, I've arranged for you to join the 17th Patrol Team. The rotation patrols only take place every three days. Of course, you don't have to go if you don't want to."

"We'll see when the time comes," Su Chen said, waving his hand.

"Oh my, so dedicated to your job, just like the Chief Inspector." He was deeply moved.

Su Chen admired him; his ability to change his expression was good, but it was still far from that of Section Chief Sun. "By the way, you just said that there was a gravity training room in the room you arranged for me?" Su Chen asked.

“Yes,” Fatty Sun nodded, “A training room is standard in the dormitories of section chiefs.”

"It has remarkable effects in assisting physical training," he added, his smiling eyes revealing undisguised surprise.

He'd seen plenty of second-generation rich kids, but this one didn't seem to be the type who craved pleasure.

“Then we can give it a try…” Su Chen was quite interested. Fatty Sun was definitely a master at reading people, and he immediately wanted to take him to experience it.

However, as soon as the two stepped out of the office, they saw a group of fully armed guards rushing downstairs.

"Something's happened again?" Fatty Sun frowned slightly, reached out and rummaged through the silver ring on his arm, and a slightly blurry virtual page appeared, with rows of data showing up.

"...It's nothing serious..." He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Su Chen beside him, and his heart stirred slightly, "Little brother, want to experience being on the scene for once?"

"Never mind." Su Chen shook his head; he wasn't that curious.

Fatty Sun was increasingly surprised; such patience was unusual for someone his age.

Despite his inner thoughts, he maintained his enthusiasm and led Su Chen to his room.

It's even bigger than the room in Lao Yuan's house, with floor-to-ceiling windows, a separate bathroom, and even a bathtub with a massage function.

The gravity training room is not large; it can only be adjusted to one level of gravity.

"Brother, can you hold on?" Fatty Sun asked worriedly from outside, only to find that Su Chen's face was slightly flushed and he let out a breath.

A professional? So young.

He was surprised, but when he thought of Yuan Chenyang, he couldn't help but feel relieved. To be accepted as a student by the minister, he must be quite extraordinary.

Su Chen felt the omnipresent pressure of gravity. This even pressure was very effective in making his exercise more efficient.

He fell in love with the place at first sight. As for Lao Yuan's villa, he'd go back there when he had time.

Coming out of the training room in a cheerful mood, he asked, "Section Chief Sun, do we have any Black Flame Potion here? And also Revitalizing Potion?"

“Supply?” Fatty Sun’s forehead was covered in cold sweat. He said with difficulty, “Black Flame Potion is quite expensive. As for Blood Circulation, I can try to spare a lot of it every week.”

He said helplessly, "The finance department... is under Lord Zhang's control, so we can't go too far."

"As for the Rejuvenation Potion, 95% of us here are physical-based professions..."

"Understood." Su Chen nodded. "Let's start by improving blood circulation."

Although the effect has diminished considerably, something is better than nothing.

Old Sun breathed a sigh of relief and said he wanted to treat Su Chen to a welcome-back dinner that night. Su Chen naturally declined, and after some arguing, the other party finally left reluctantly.

As soon as the door closed, the other person returned, looking at him strangely, and said, "Someone downstairs is looking for you, it's the city patrol."

"Hu Xiang?" Su Chen asked immediately.

“It’s him,” Fatty Sun nodded. “He’s already downstairs.”

Su Chen nodded. "Let him come up."

After Lao Sun gave the order, Hu Xiang arrived in a hurry by elevator, looking serious.

Upon entering the room, he uttered a single sentence: "Zhao Lei is dead."

Zhao Lei… Su Chen was taken aback. He remembered the name. It was the city patrol guard who used to keep watch with him. He was not young, and the other man told him to call him “Old Zhao”.

(End of this chapter)