Urban Invincible Medical Divine

Zhao Yuwei nodded toward Zhao Han and Cui Yunxuan, then turned to Liu Wentian with a smile and said, "Liu Wentian, this is the first time we've met, right? Let me introduce myself, Zhao Yuwei, elder of Jing Ju. Today, you helped our Jing Ju capture a criminal, and I haven't had the chance to properly thank you yet."

Upon hearing this, Liu Wentian chuckled inwardly. He had entered Jing Ju twice in one day; the first time he had been invited, but now he had been brought in by force. Truly, how unpredictable the world could be.

Seeing that the other party was being polite, he replied in kind, "You're too kind, Elder Zhao. In fact, I simply couldn't stand by and watch that guy take an old man hostage."

"Haha, that shows you have the heart of a hero," Zhao Yuwei said with a smile, then his expression turned serious. "Liu Wentian, the situation you encountered this time is quite troublesome. Even though Bai Zhongzhou, Li Dehou, and Qin Keqing all called to ask me to release you, Wu Tianhua won't let this go easily. He is in the right, and many people saw your actions at that time, some even recorded videos. You're really in trouble this time, and you might have to stay in prison for a lifetime!"

To that, Liu Wentian actually smiled and said, "Elder Zhao, why do I feel like there's more to what you're saying? Could it be that you have a solution?"

Zhao Yuwei looked at Liu Wentian with some surprise. He hadn't expected the other's observational ability to be so strong. This was even more impressive than the old Xing Jing in his department.

But of course, if he weren't capable, why would that special department known as Huaxia's Shield be interested in him?

Zhao Yuwei nodded and then shook his head, and said, "It's not that I have a solution, but rather the person who wants to talk to you now, he can help you."

"Who is looking for me?" Liu Wentian asked, puzzled. According to Zhao Yuwei, this person held more clout than the city elder. He couldn't recall knowing such a figure.

"A member of Blood Night Mystical Level, Zheng Hongtao, Mr. Zheng," Zhao Yuwei said with a hint of admiration.

Liu Wentian had yet to react, but Zhao Han had already exclaimed in shock, "Elder, are you joking?? You're saying a member of Blood Night is looking for this guy?? How is that possible, why would Blood Night be looking for him?"

Blood Night, a mysterious special department of Huaxia, also known as Huaxia's Shield, the National Protection Group.

The inner workings of Blood Night were secretive, yet widely known to the public, appearing in many literary and film works. The Huaxia government never concealed the existence of Blood Night, because it was originally intended to deter mercenaries, assassins, and other countries' clandestine operatives!!

Blood Night was an existence worshipped and yearned for by countless soldiers and Jing Cha. Zhao Han was no exception; she too had fantasized about joining Blood Night one day. However, Blood Night was not something just anyone could join; it was said that even the weakest members were equivalent to champions of various Military Regions.

Although Zhao Han had good combat skills and had even become the captain of the Jing Hua team, the prospect of joining Blood Night was simply impossible for her.

Now, hearing that someone from Blood Night was looking for Liu Wentian, she couldn't believe it. Although Liu Wentian was exceptionally skilled in combat, in her eyes, he was still a long way off from the Blood Night she admired.

Zhao Yuwei, hearing Zhao Han's exclamation, was not surprised in the least. Anyone would be shocked at the arrival of Blood Night.

"Why the people of Blood Night are looking for Mr. Liu, I don't understand either, but go and see for yourself, and you'll naturally understand," he said.

"Elder, then I'll take him over. Where is Mr. Zheng?" an excited Zhao Han asked. At this moment, the usually cold and elegant Jing Hua seemed to turn into a die-hard fan.

"Alright, you take Liu Wentian over. Mr. Zheng is in my office," Zhao Yuwei replied with a nod.

Zhao Han promptly took Liu Wentian by the hand and started walking outside, "Liu Wentian, let's go, we're heading there now."

Seeing Zhao Han's excited demeanor, Liu Wentian felt somewhat indifferent. Was Blood Night really that amazing to warrant such excitement?

On the other hand, Zhao Han's hand in his felt unexpectedly soft and tender—not at all like that of a combat-ready female Jing Cha accustomed to holding a gun. It seemed she took good care of them.

If the excited Zhao Han knew that, in this moment, Liu Wentian was still focused on experiencing the softness and warmth of her palm, she would probably be fuming.

Senior Office.

A middle-aged man, about 35 or 36 years old, stood by the window. He had a square, typically Chinese face and stood straight as a javelin, his expression bearing a touch of aloof pride.

He looked down at the pedestrians outside the window with indifferent eyes, as if he were watching a group of weak ants scurrying about their trivial lives.

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The door was pushed open, and Zhao Han walked in with Liu Wentian.

"Hello, are you Mr. Zheng from Blood Night?" Zhao Han asked the middle-aged man, her tone filled with excitement and curiosity.

Although she was aware of the existence of Blood Night, she had never actually seen its members and couldn't help but be curious.

After taking a closer look, the middle-aged man didn't seem to have anything remarkable about him. He had an ordinary appearance but carried an aura that was bright and sharp, preventing people from making direct eye contact with him.

Zhao Han thought to herself that this must be what a true master's demeanor looked like.

She glanced again at Liu Wentian beside her and rolled her eyes. The guy was quite formidable, but he always seemed somewhat lazy, showing little interest or concern for anything, far from the demeanor of a master!

It seemed his level was not high enough after all!

Indeed, how could he compare to someone from Blood Night!

Upon hearing Zhao Han's question, the middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes, I am, Zheng Hongtao, a member of Blood Night at the Mystical Level."
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When Zheng Hongtao spoke, he did not look at Zhao Han who asked the question, but instead, at Liu Wentian, as if introducing himself to Wentian.

Zhao Han didn't mind this. Out of curiosity, she asked, "What does a Mystical Level member mean? Is it a rank within Blood Night?"

"Of course."

Zheng Hongtao nodded and said, "Every department has rankings and a division of labor; Blood Night is the same. Blood Night is divided into five ranks, including Saint King and Heavenly Earth Mystical Yellow, among others. The rules of ranking in Blood Night are not as complex as other departments, it's purely based on strength. Your level is determined by how strong you are."

Zhao Han was clearly interested in everything about Blood Night, like a little girl idolizing a celebrity and wanting to know everything about them. Upon hearing Zheng Hongtao's response, she curiously asked,

"So what kind of strength is required for the Saint King and Heavenly Earth Mystical Yellow respectively? Mr. Zheng, as a Blood Night Mystical Level member, don't you wonder what kind of strength you possess? Are all Blood Night members Ancient Martial Artists? And what kind of strength does a Yellow Level member of Blood Night have?"

When Zhao Han asked these questions, what she really wanted to understand was the minimum strength required to join Blood Night.

Clearly, this cold beauty, Jing Hua, still harbored some fantasies about joining Blood Night.

Zheng Hongtao merely smiled and didn't bother to answer Zhao Han's questions. He didn't mind answering a simple question, but if Zhao Han kept asking non-stop, he had no interest in responding.

In his eyes, Zhao Han was just a captain of the Xing Jing team, hardly qualified to interrogate him!

Zheng Hongtao did not answer, however, Liu Wentian could roughly guess his strength. This man must be an expert at the Subsequent Enchantment Late Stage, and perhaps, he had even set half a foot into the Postnatal Peak.