Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 631: 392, Accident_2 Chapter 631: 392, Accident_2 Qing Wen had just intended to go over and greet Qing Hua when he suddenly saw a youth emerge from behind Qing Hua, smiling at him.

Qing Yi.

Qing Wen’s pupils contracted for a moment, he had not expected Qing Yi, who didn’t come to work today, to suddenly appear with so many people from Intelligence Department One.

The veteran detectives familiar with the PCA Federation CIA’s regulations had already realized that Qing Yi was planning to use the prerogatives of Intelligence Department One to pick the fruits of their labor!

Yet Qing Yi did not speak to Qing Wen, instead, he looked towards the detectives who had originally been under his command.

“This is the beef brother Qing Wen has gifted everyone. He has always been so generous, but eating too much meat is not easily digestible,” Qing Yi said with a smiley face.

I’m not hiding it anymore; I’m laying my cards on the table!

Actually, the youth Qing Yi was at most a bit precocious, his schemes were not as deep as he imagined.

At this moment, Qing Yi’s inner self was utterly delighted, and he felt fortunate to have chosen a powerful and protective Master!

With Mr. Qing Chen presiding over Intelligence Department One, other Shadow Candidates had been completely crushed at the official identity level!

Why do those in power establish social rules? Because they are the greatest beneficiaries of the rules.

A smart person doesn’t always need to use force to kill; sometimes, rules are enough.

In Qing Yi’s eyes, his mentor was an extremely clever person.

The detectives under Qing Yi still carried baskets of beef. When they realized that Qing Yi had always been playing the fool, they wanted to drop the baskets and realign their loyalties, but it was already too late.

Moreover, they were well aware that with the backing of Intelligence Department One, Qing Yi didn’t need them.

Qing Hua added fuel to the fire, looking at the detectives, he coldly said, “Just a bit of beef has bought you off, completely forgetting who your direct superior is. You’re truly incompetent.”

The detectives hung their heads even lower.

Qing Wen looked at Qing Yi, expressionless, “What do you want to do?”

Smiling, Qing Yi said, “Nothing much, just taking the assassin you’ve just caught away.”

“On what grounds?” Qing Wen said coldly, “I captured him.”

Qing Yi turned to Qing Hua, “Can we take him?”

“According to PCA rules and regulations, chapter three, article four, Intelligence Department One has priority in interrogation, and other intelligence departments need to cooperate with their work and hand over suspects. Inspector Qing Wen, surely you haven’t failed to thoroughly read PCA’s regulations, have you?” Qing Hua said.

Previously, Qing Hua would definitely have been reluctant to offend a Shadow Candidate, but times had changed, and he was particularly assertive now.

Moreover, Qing Hua knew well that the struggle among Shadows was a life-and-death ordeal, and trying to be a fence-sitter would not end well.

You can only choose a side and then bet on them to win.

Since Qing Chen, his boss, was betting on Qing Yi, he, Qing Hua, had no choice.

Qing Hua was clear about his role, to be a loyal aide-de-camp was his best path.

“Yang Xuyang, hand over the prisoner!” Qing Hua said coldly.

Qing Wen still wanted to say something, but noticed that all his detectives were bowing their heads, not daring to say a word.

This was the difference between complete loyalty and mere servitude; Qing Chen had completely tamed the Group Seven detectives, who held only Qing Chen in their hearts, whereas Qing Wen had merely offered some minor favors in exchange for loyalty.

The difference in their approaches was stark.

If Qing Wen had thoroughly subdued his detectives like Qing Chen had, the detectives might have risked punishment to openly confront Qing Hua. However, Qing Wen’s efforts paled in comparison to Qing Chen’s.

With a grim expression, Qing Wen silently watched as Qing Hua took away all five assassins.

Qing Yi looked at Qing Wen with a smile, “Thank you, brother Qing Wen.”

Just then, the door to Intelligence Department Three was violently kicked open.

Qing Wu stood silently at the door, holding a man whose fate was unknown.

Qing Wu had dark, determined skin, clearly the result of endless harsh training and exposure to the elements.

He was covered in blood, and it was unclear whether it was his blood or someone else’s.

Qing Wu paid no attention to Qing Yi and the others, just coldly said, “Where are my detectives? Take this man to the prison. This is Lin Haiping, the leader of the assassins.”

Everyone was taken aback; no one had expected that this quiet man, always hunched over his desk, had single-handedly sought out Lin Haiping and brought him back.

Seeing him carry a grown man as if he were carrying a chicken, he must have Combat Power of C-Class or above, right?

It was even quite possibly B-Class!

However, the detectives in the large office did not budge, some delighting in another’s misfortune thought, although Qing Wu’s Combat Power was strong, it was merely making a wedding dress for Qing Yi.

Now, all the efforts of Qing Wu and Qing Wen were to be handed over to Qing Yi.

However, to their surprise, when Qing Yi saw Qing Wu, he just obediently smiled and greeted, “Hello, brother Qing Wu. Just the other day, my mom said that the next time I go back, we must visit my house, and she’ll cook ribs for you.”

Qing Wu was stunned for a moment, then calmly said, “Alright, noted.”

After speaking, Qing Yi just walked away with his people, not even attempting to take Lin Haiping from Qing Wu’s hands.

On the way, Qing Hua glanced at Qing Yi, “Aren’t you planning to take Lin Haiping?”

Qing Yi smiled, “Qing Wu is very strong. Even if we joined forces, we couldn’t beat him. If we really angered him, it might be us who end up embarrassed. Don’t worry, I won’t let you all take that risk.”