Mark Benson whispered, “Before the scream, I heard two people talking. One mentioned something like the Qinglong Society, and the other replied ‘Young Divine Constable.’ At the time, I was preoccupied with my father’s situation, so I didn’t listen carefully. I don’t even know if it’s related to this matter.”

Vera Clark suddenly slapped Mark Benson on the shoulder and said, “Then that’s it! It’s definitely the Young Divine Constable Cha Jiaotian. Since he was passing through Boyang City on a mission, he took the opportunity to teach those black martial artists a lesson.”

Seeing the confused look on Mark Benson’s face, she said, “Don’t tell anyone about this. From now on, just pretend you never knew. It’ll be better for you.”

Mark Benson nodded. He certainly knew it was for his own good.

As for the so-called Young Divine Constable Cha Jiaotian, he had never appeared.

Tell too many lies, and your nose will get you in trouble.

Vera Clark waved her hand, signaling her subordinates to move the corpse of Sirius Black Moon away. She still needed to return to the police station to request a forensic examination.

The city’s number one police beauty patted Mark Benson on the shoulder and said, “Take good care of your dad. When he’s out of surgery, call Sister Vera. This time it was my oversight—I didn’t leave anyone to protect Old Benson.”

Mark Benson shook his head and said, “Even if a few uncles had stayed, they probably would’ve just added to the body count. These black martial artists are too fierce.”

Seeing that Mark Benson understood, Vera Clark patted Little Mark’s shoulder again and left with her subordinates.

This time, Vera Clark left two detectives to protect David Benson.

After this ordeal, it wasn’t until dawn that the green light outside the operating room finally lit up. Several young nurses wheeled David Benson out.

Mark Benson hurried over.

A nurse wearing a mask called out, “Family members, please step aside. The surgery was very successful—his life is safe now. He needs to rest, so please wait outside the ward and don’t disturb him.”

Mark Benson nodded, stepped aside, and followed the group of nurses to the ward.

Little Mark was supposed to go to school today, but with his father in this state, how could he leave?

The reason Vera Clark didn’t tell his mother and only notified Little Mark was because Mrs. Benson always cried when something happened, and every time a female detective had to be assigned to comfort her, making it hard for her to get herself together.

After several experiences, Vera Clark had gotten smarter. Whenever something happened, she would only call Little Mark over, and wait until Old Benson woke up before notifying Benson family’s sister-in-law to come and take care of him.

Little Mark waited outside the ward for a while, then went out to buy breakfast for three. He handed the breakfast to the two detectives and said apologetically, “Uncles, I really troubled you tonight.”

These two detectives were both Vera Clark’s subordinates, not from Old Benson’s team, but they knew Mark Benson—after all, he was their boss’s sworn brother.

Seeing how considerate the boy was, they both laughed and said, “Old Benson is a real workhorse! If he hadn’t stood up to Sirius Black Moon, we might have lost a few brothers. What’s a little hardship?”

Mark Benson ate a few bites of breakfast with the two detectives in a hurry, when he heard movement from the room.

He quickly pushed open the door and saw that although David Benson’s face was still pale, he had finally woken up.

Seeing his son, David Benson complained, “Why aren’t you at school?”

He struggled to get up, but Mark Benson quickly pressed him back down and said, “Old Benson! What are you doing?”

David Benson scolded, “What do you mean, Old Benson? Show some respect. Of course I need to get back to work on the case.”

Without thinking, Mark Benson pointed a finger and tapped his father’s sleep acupoint, making David Benson continue his “bedridden” state.

Both detectives couldn’t help but laugh and said to Mark Benson, “Let Old Benson rest a bit longer. Our team will handle this case beautifully. We won’t let the Qinglong Society’s black martial artists cause trouble in Boyang City.”

After knocking his father out, Mark Benson couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “Look at this—still so loyal and patriotic? Wouldn’t it be better to rest and recover for a few days? What can you do now? You couldn’t even beat someone like Black Moon.”

Mark Benson really didn’t approve of his old man’s way of doing things.

David Benson had been seriously injured many times but still insisted on working cases. The result was obvious: no matter how the cases turned out, he was left with many old injuries, so much so that his martial arts hadn’t improved in years—he was even worse off than when he retired from the army.

Back when Old Benson had just retired, he was at least a level fifteen martial artist. Now he had regressed to level twelve.

Mark Benson had even thought that if David Benson hadn’t been so stubborn, with the martial arts insight he’d honed in the army, after twenty years he’d be at least level eighteen by now.

With a bit of luck, breaking through to Martial Hero wouldn’t have been hard.

If David Benson could have advanced to Martial Hero, not even a deputy bureau chief could have kept him down—their family’s life would have been much better.

Even just in terms of work, a level eighteen martial artist, or even a Martial Hero, could solve so many major cases.

Work efficiency would be ten times higher, at least.

But Old Benson was just that stubborn, and there was nothing he could do about it.

While Mark Benson was talking to the two detectives, Vera Clark called: “Little Mark! Have Brother Johnson and Brother Thompson return to the team. All the Qinglong Society’s black martial artists have been caught. You don’t need to worry about Old Benson.”