70, Yearning for Stability

Night fell murky, the outlines of buildings rimmed with a faint haze of light—that was the glow emanating from the distant urban circle.

On the desolate edge of the street, the scent of blood swiftly diffused.

"Sigh!"

Lin Qing's hand, turning into a blur of an afterimage with a shudder, unleashed an invisible burst of force, scattering countless minute beads of blood in the process, revealing his skin, which glinted metallic.

As the metallic gleam faded, he took out his clean, restored palm and pulled out his phone, issuing a summon through the Patrol System.

An assassination attempt on a Patrol Officer was indeed a serious matter, and calling together the Patrol Team was necessary.

Immediately after, he remotely controlled the Patrol car parked a hundred meters away to drive over automatically.

Having done all this, Lin Qing glanced at the Order Level, which had risen to 2.1.