Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 18 Coincidence
The following day, the head office of the Xiacheng District Patrol Station.

A man's angry and painful roar echoed from the smoke-filled director's office.

"What do you mean we don't need to investigate anymore? My lads have only just been deployed!"

"We haven't even interviewed a single witness, the on-site investigation report was just finished, the ink's still wet, and we haven't even invited any of the academic mages yet, and you're already telling me we don't need to investigate?!"

Gru Litt, the middle-aged chief of the Lower City, roared at the magic crystal terminal in his hand, his eyes red from not having slept all night.

As a genuinely good-natured person who had been mediating disputes for decades, he hadn't been this angry in a long time.

He was so angry that he actually dared to yell at his superiors.

Although such a major case occurring in the Lower District will lower his year-end evaluation.

But if the case is solved, not only will there be a large reward, but his rank might also be promoted before he retires.

Leave this damn downtown and retire with a better status!
This kind of big case is a great opportunity for him to make a name for himself!

"It's Zhuo Er."

A somewhat helpless voice came from the magic crystal terminal.

"This incident has been attributed to a group of wandering drow elves, whose aim was to disrupt the harmony between Greenleaf City and the wood elves."

"Did you understand, Gru?"

The superior raised his voice, and Gru, sensing the warning, remained silent for a moment before uttering something he shouldn't have.
"It can only be Drow?"

He regretted it as soon as he said it, but fortunately, no one above noticed.

There was a long silence on the other end of the Magic Crystal Terminal.

But in the end, she still firmly responded to him.

"It has to be Zhuo Er."

Gru quickly hung up the terminal, panting heavily.

He understood what his superiors meant; what the drow elves did was essentially the same as what the wood elves did.

But why would the wood elves kill a group of thugs from the lower city?
What did those scumbags do?
Or rather, for whom are they working?

Now, who's trying to smooth things over for whom?

The situation was clearly beyond his control; it definitely involved power struggles at the top, which meant…

He can't afford to offend.

He had been working in the patrol system for thirty years. He was able to obtain and maintain his position by being opportunistic and adept at handling all kinds of situations.

After repeatedly balancing his emotions, he issued a notice to cancel the mission to all patrol officers who were currently carrying out related tasks.

"Dong dong."

"Come in."

Hearing a knock on the door, Gru spoke wearily.

The one who entered was a well-equipped, strikingly handsome half-elf, clearly an inspector patrolling the central city.

Just as Gru was wondering why the other person had come here, he heard the half-elf lady say something rather solemnly.
"Director Gru, I have important intelligence to report regarding last night's Fasthand Brotherhood case!"

Meanwhile, inside the rented room, Loren got up early and woke up the wood elf who was still fast asleep in the sack.

"Ready to go."

"Oh well."

Denise rubbed her sleepy eyes; after a night of metabolism, she finally recovered from the drug's numbing effect. Then, she saw Mr. Spike toss a set of inexpensive cosmetics in front of her and give her instructions.
"Put on some makeup, preferably to look like a half-elf. My invisibility spell can only get you out the door."

"Whether it's the city teleportation array or the inspector's magic crystal armor, both have anti-stealth capabilities."

"With such a big thing happening last night, they will definitely enable this feature."

Loren explained, and Denise nodded in agreement, then obediently began to feign innocence.

This is not difficult for the elves.

After all, as a wood elf nearing adulthood, she is already sixty years old this year, and it is only natural that she would know some ranger skills from what she has seen and heard.

After a brief disguise, Loren cast an invisibility spell on her and took her out the door.

Meanwhile, just as Loren was about to leave with Denise, his file was delivered to the Lower City Police Department by an old friend.

"You mean, there's a very high chance that a juvenile red dragon was involved in this kind of thing?"

Gru stared at the excited Sally Inspector with a headache, wondering how to fool her.

After all, the order had just been issued from above, so this must have been done by the drow elves.

But as the head of the human patrols in the lower city, he really couldn't bring himself to discourage this enthusiastic half-elf.

He knew that within Greenleaf City, there was a persistent, implicit discrimination against human rangers among the half-elves.

They are considered too slick and power-hungry, always bowing to authority when they shouldn't.

Therefore, he had to get away with it, especially without losing face as a human being.

Aha! Since she wants to investigate that red dragon, I'll talk to her about it.

In any case, a red dragon can't possibly have anything to do with wood elves, right?
Since the case has already been classified, what's wrong with talking to her?

So the director pulled out a chair, nodded to Sally,
"Expand and tell me."

"Ok!"

Upon receiving the order, Sally retrieved the information she had collected about Loren the previous day and demonstrated in detail Loren's extraordinary skills and magical abilities beyond his years.

Given that everything was buried in a huge fire last night, she reasonably suspected that the flames were the breath of a red dragon.

"I can be sure that's not the case."

Even though Gru was prepared to divert the other party's attention to the red dragon, he still refuted Sally's claims based on his existing investigation.

"That's a very common fire spell, and the red dragon's breath is very distinctive. If you've actually experienced it, you'll never forget it."

Gru reminisced with some emotion, which left Sally speechless.

But to my surprise, the director then took the initiative to continue the conversation.
“I just reviewed the investigation materials you submitted. Although the flames weren’t dragon breath, the juvenile red dragon did possess sufficient spellcasting level, so it might have been the magic it cast. It could have been a member of that attack team.”

"After all, they just had a conflict. Given the nature of the dragon race, especially the Five-Colored True Dragon, retaliation is inevitable."

"Moreover, at the time of the incident, his residence was indeed very close to there. Given a mage's abilities, a short-distance teleportation would likely have been sufficient to reach him."

Gru worked backward from the results, spouting nonsense and speaking fluently.

He pointed to one of the photos sent back and recited it offhand;

"Look at these wounds. Although the guys in the forensic department generally think they were caused by a thick whip, I think a dragon's tail could also be a factor!"

"As expected of the director!"

Sally stared at the man in front of her, her eyes shining. After his explanation, things became as clear as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining through.

Little Red Dragon, you can't escape now!
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