Unfortunately, the well-trained capital police didn’t give them much time to think. Soon, seven or eight fully armed officers came running over, pinning the three staff members and Mr. Smith to the ground. One of the officers, holding a police dog, circled the leading staff member. After a round of barking, the officer reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a large bag of white powder.

The staff member lying on the ground stared in shock, his jaw nearly dislocated.

“Where the hell did this come from?! This—this isn’t mine!”

The officer sneered, “Stop pretending. If it’s not yours, is it mine?”

……

In the interrogation room, the police officer glared at the young man in front of him, gritting his teeth, his pen gripped so tightly it looked like it might snap.

“Charles Smith, is it really that simple?!”

“Officer, I’m not joking. The whole thing happened exactly as I said: by chance, I saw those three carrying something that looked like drugs on campus, so I called the police. I really didn’t expect it to be flour—who puts flour in a transparent plastic bag? That’s crazy! And your police dog was barking up a storm, too.”

Mentioning that dumb dog, the officer immediately lost interest.

“Of course, when I called the police, I figured there might be retaliation, but as a citizen of the capital, I have a duty to maintain peace and stability in the city. Besides, I trust our police will protect the lives and property of citizens… But honestly, it was a dangerous situation. I was this close to being hacked to pieces by them. Luckily, you officers arrived just in time—any later and you’d be calling the coroner for me.”

As the officer’s face grew darker, Mr. Smith became even more animated, talking non-stop.

“To be honest, I was so nervous at the time. It was the closest I’ve ever been to death in my life. In that moment, I truly realized how short life is…”

“Enough! We’ll interrogate those people thoroughly. Your statement is done. You can go now.”

Mr. Smith still looked unsatisfied. “Actually, I have a lot more clues for you. Is that it? How about I tell you a bit more?”

“That’s enough! Charles Smith, let me remind you, this is the police station, not a comedy club!”

Seeing the officer’s anger boiling over, Mr. Smith, going by the alias Charles Smith, had no choice but to leave awkwardly.

Behind him, the young officer looked thoroughly annoyed, wishing he could snap the computer used for the statement in half.

These so-called “Chaoyang citizen” tips are really unreliable!

Whenever I see Uncle Black, I just can’t control myself.

As Mr. Smith walked out the police station doors, the smile faded from his face. Taking down three clueless low-level Galaxy Society cadres with a bag of flour was, to him, like swatting three wild chickens outside the newbie village—utterly trivial. What really bothered him was that these three had wasted his chance to get closer to the pretty waitress. What a pity.

However, when Mr. Smith spotted three office workers across the street, smoking together, his eyebrows rose and a smile returned to his face. He jogged across the road and, to the surprise of the three, patted one on the shoulder.

“Lead the way.”

The man looked wary, then feigned confusion. “Lead the way? Who are you?”

Mr. Smith smiled. “Come on, you Galaxy Society cadres know exactly who I am. And you two, please put your guns away—I don’t want to send any more drug dealers to the police.”

The three men’s faces twitched. They couldn’t decide whether to make a move or not.

“What do you want?!”

“I want you to lead the way.”

“Lead the way to where?”

Mr. Smith gave them a look like they were idiots. “Aren’t you supposed to take me to the Galaxy Society? How am I supposed to get there if you don’t lead the way?”

The three exchanged glances, all looking troubled. Their superiors had indeed ordered them to take Mr. Smith to the Tianjing base, but the person they were supposed to bring was a trembling, terrified Mr. Smith, not this cocky, infuriating Mr. Smith who made them want to break his legs!

Mr. Smith leisurely enjoyed the inner turmoil on their faces. Once he’d had enough, he said, “Your Benjamin Franklin must have been waiting a long time.”

At the mention of Benjamin Franklin, all three shuddered.

Indeed, if they kept him waiting too long…

There’d be a few more corpses in the low-rent apartments of the lower city!

……

An hour later, in a dimly lit café, Mr. Smith finally met the master-killer, Benjamin Franklin.

The infamous senior cadre and top enforcer of the Galaxy Society, an interstellar criminal wanted by multiple countries. His crimes were enough to keep him picking up soap in prison until the heat death of the universe, yet he was still at large. Several countries had once joined forces, sending over a hundred elite officers to trap him on a remote asteroid at the edge of the galaxy, besieging him for months—yet he still managed to escape.

And Professor Parker, who had provided network support to the officers during that operation, was murdered a year later.