I'm Not a Theatre God

Chapter 94: Respect for Death

Chu Muyun narrowed his eyes slightly,

"...Is it about to start?"

"Aurora City, start preparing." Bai Ye gently pulled down the brim of his cap, hiding half of his face in the shadows, "Although most people haven't realized it yet, the undercurrent has begun to surge."

Chu Muyun glanced at the city that seemed to be asleep, and was silent for a moment,

"It's coming faster than expected... Should we bring [Heart 6] in first?"

"No need."

"It will be very dangerous outside, his strength is still too weak."

"Rank doesn't represent everything, that kid is very interesting, it's not that easy to die..." Bai Ye's mouth corners slightly raised, "I'm very curious, without our help, How will he enter Aurora City...?"

Chu Muyun glanced at Bai Ye, who was obviously looking forward to the show, "You make us look cold-blooded and disunited."

Bai Ye thought seriously for a while, "When have we ever been united?"

"..."

"Don't worry, that kid is very smart, maybe he can bring a little 'dusk shock' to Aurora City... I am very optimistic about him."

"Then it's up to you." Chu Muyun turned around and walked back into the house calmly,

"Anyway, when the Red King blames you, you will take the blame."

Bai Ye:...

Seeing Chu Muyun return to the house indifferently, leaving him alone on the eaves, Bai Ye sighed helplessly.

He casually grabbed at the void, and a bottle of red wine stolen from nowhere and a goblet appeared in his palm.

The rose-red wine rolled into the cup, emitting a faint fragrance under the moonlight. Bai Ye held the goblet in one hand and touched it to the aurora in the sky.

"To death."

He raised his head and drank the rose-red wine in the cup.

...

Early the next morning.

Chen Ling changed into his black and red uniform of the law enforcer, tidied his clothes simply, and pushed the door open.

He was still the law enforcer of the third district one day after his appointment as a law enforcer. It was necessary to patrol every day. As for the fear of other residents of Frost Street... Chen Ling thought about it all night and felt that it was not bad.

To be honest, Chen Ling didn't care what others thought of him. After all, he came to be a law enforcer just to hide his identity. There was no need to spend too much effort to show kindness to these residents.

Now everyone in Frost Street was afraid of him, which saved a lot of trouble. As Han Meng said, law enforcers need to be dignified.

As soon as Chen Ling walked onto the street, the few residents of Hanshuang Street who were walking back from the vegetable market saw the black and red figure appear, their faces turned pale, and they turned around and ran away with the vegetables in their hands!

In the blink of an eye, Chen Ling was the only one left on the huge Hanshuang Street.

Chen Ling: "..."

Well, this seems to be more than just "majesty".

Chen Ling pretended not to see it and continued to patrol along Hanshuang Street. Wherever he went, not only did all the pedestrians detour, but those bosses who were eagerly looking in this direction, when they saw the black and red figure, they closed their shop doors in fear, and the speed was incredibly fast!

There were even a few bosses who tremblingly stretched out their hands from the gap under the rolling shutter door, took out a red plastic bag from it, and carefully placed it at the door...

A gust of cold wind blew across the deserted street. Chen Ling looked at the closed shop doors on both sides and the messy red plastic bags at the door, and fell into deep thought...

He walked to one of the shops, bent down to open the red plastic bag, and a fishy smell hit him in the face.

There were bloody chicken, pig, and cow hearts inside.

This was the "tribute" given to Chen Ling by the bosses of Frost Street.

The corners of Chen Ling's mouth twitched slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the plastic bags one by one and continued to move forward...

Chen Ling felt that if he didn't pick them up, these bosses would only panic. It was a small matter to flee Frost Street out of fear. If someone was really forced to dig out people's hearts for him, then things would be troublesome.

As Chen Ling left with two hands full of plastic bags, dozens of seconds later, the rolling door of the store finally opened a corner.

"He's gone?"

"Gone... took those hearts with him."

"Huh... it's good that he's taken them. He shouldn't cause us any more trouble after he's taken them."

"Damn it!! Who said he was dead last night?? I was almost scared to death!"

"I went to confirm it again today. It's said that all the people in the ancient Tibetan of Jinbingdao died, and he was the only one who came out alive..."

"Ah? He killed everyone else?!"

"I don't know..."

"What did I say? He's a demon!!"

"... Do you think he won't be promoted to a law enforcement officer?"

"??? He's a law enforcer now, and he's already made the entire Frost Street restless. If he becomes a law enforcer, what kind of chaos will the third district be in?"

"I'm afraid that by then, he will no longer be satisfied with the beast's heart... He can kill people and take their hearts with just a little trick, right?"

"He must not be a law enforcement officer..."

The bosses reopened their shops, looking at the direction where the figure left, and praying in their hearts at the same time...

At the same time, at the corner of the street, three law enforcers walked out slowly. They looked at the people not far away who still had some fear on their faces, and their brows were getting tighter and tighter.

"Is that the demon law enforcer you are talking about?"

"Yes, I heard that he used human hearts to intimidate the residents of Frost Street, and his reputation has spread to us."

"Human hearts? Is it true?"

"It must be fake. It is said that he sent more than a dozen people at that time. How could he kill so many people... and he is a newcomer. I guess he is using tricks to make money."

"What are in those bags?"

"It should be protection fees? Tsk tsk tsk, such a big bag, how much money should be in it?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, a newcomer, he makes much more money than us..."

"Humph, playing tricks."

The three of them stared at the direction where Chen Ling left, thinking of the money he had just collected. Carrying several bags full of things, I just felt something tickling in my heart...

"Brother Guo, what should we do next?" A law enforcer's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, "How about finding a place to teach him a lesson?"

The man called Brother Guo narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he sneered and said,

"Just teaching him a lesson is too easy for him... Xiao Zuo, go to the headquarters and tell them..."

Brother Guo gave a few instructions in succession, and Xiao Zuo's eyes suddenly lit up. He couldn't help but applaud, "This method is great!"

"Brother Guo, will this work? Who among the law enforcers in District 3 hasn't made some money? It's not good to deal with him so openly, right?" Another law enforcer hesitated and said.

"Is this what he calls making some money? Look at those bags, we can't make as much as we did together."

Brother Guo seemed to have thought of something and sneered:

"Enforcement Chief Han Meng is the most upright person. Let him see the money this kid made... I don't believe that this kid can still be a law enforcer?"

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