A group of people hurried out of the airport and got into a taxi by the roadside. "Captain Yan, hello, I’m Zhao Theng, the leader of the first anti-terrorism squad of Jiangzhou police department." The handsome and aloof man shook hands with him lightly, "I’ve heard a lot about you." From start to finish, he was like an ice sculpture, untouched by any trace of mundane presence. Discover more novels at NovєlFіre.net Zhao Theng scrutinized the man before him. The car’s dim cabin accentuating the man’s tall and upright bearing, his straight back resembling a rifle that made the already cramped space instantly oppressive. The dim light couldn’t conceal the man’s handsome face and a pair of bright, piercing eyes that glowed like twin flames in the darkness, making one’s skin feel a burning sting. The man looked very young, at most in his early twenties, but his full aura was not to be underestimated, especially after hearing of his deeds which commanded even greater respect. "Travel-weary, the hotel has been arranged for you. Would you prefer to rest at the hotel first? We can discuss work tomorrow." Zhao Theng asked tentatively, mainly because he couldn’t infer the temperament of this new superior. This man was directly appointed from above to serve as the commanding officer of this operation, with all personnel under his command, even the police chief had to show some respect, hence he was their direct superior henceforth. Following the explosive attack that took place in Jiangzhou, although it was publicly declared as an accident to calm the panic among citizens, the Jiangzhou leaders issued strict orders to prevent the recurrence of such incidents and to eliminate dangerous elements before they could threaten the public’s safety. After a flicker of thoughts, the man spoke. His voice, like him, was cold and deep, yet unexpectedly magnetic and pleasant. "No need, head directly to the police department. The longer we delay, the greater the threat to the people’s lives." Zhao Theng nodded immediately, "Yes." His gaze swept over the other four individuals. A man with yellow hair reclined idly against the seat back, legs crossed and looking every bit the hooligan while a baby-faced boy stared excitedly out the window, curious about everything he saw. The oldest man crossed his arms and closed his eyes to rest, while the last one looked very fragile, his head slightly lowered, seeming very quiet and obedient. "So this is Jiangzhou, it feels pretty nice, looks even more bustling than Capital City, the key thing is the air here is so fresh..." Xiao Quan marveled, pressing his hands against the car window glass, eyes reflecting the city’s neon nightscape. Yellow Hair clapped him on the neck, chuckling, "The best thing about Jiangzhou isn’t its scenery, but its women. As for that goddess of yours, don’t even think about it. It’s been two years, she’s definitely taken by now. You’d better find a lovely girlfriend here in Jiangzhou instead." Xiao Quan glared at him, "Don’t sully my goddess. Get lost, I don’t want to talk to you." Yellow Hair curled his lips, "Disregard an elder’s advice, suffer in front of your eyes, there will be a day you’ll be crying." Yan Song’s gaze turned out the window, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. Finally, he was home. "This explosion was certainly not an impulsive act, but premeditated. What we need to do now is to thwart their plot before their second action." Yan Song stood in front of the desk and said in a deep voice. "But Boss, how can we find out their next move? The decrypted intelligence only mentioned this one, maybe they won’t act again in the short term, isn’t that too arrogant and reckless?" Yan Song glanced coldly at Yellow Hair who spoke, "They are inherently a group of madmen, are you trying to reason with madmen? Are you too naive or are they too stupid?" Yellow Hair hesitated and sheepishly touched his nose, "Then how can we know their next move? They are too cunning, leaving no useful clues behind, it’s like searching for a needle in a haystack." Indeed, very cunning. It was hard enough to capture a gang of armed militants, who played hide-and-seek with them for a month only to end up yielding nothing except a piece of intelligence, no, there was still some value gleaned. A picture appeared on the large screen behind them, depicting a vibrant and alluring purple flower, its petals slender and curled, encircling a tender yellow core, exuding a kind of eerie yet desolate beauty. "What is this?" Zhao Theng frowned. Yellow Hair explained, "This was found behind the ear of the deceased, it seems like a tattoo, but Xiao He said it isn’t. Overall, it must be a characteristic of the organization’s members, considered a very useful clue. We should be thanking Xiao He; if it weren’t for her phenomenal memory allowing her to sketch this on a mere glance, we wouldn’t have any breakthroughs. After all, those armed militants are too sly and ferocious, self-immolating after death, leaving only a pile of ashes..." Recalling that scene, Yellow Hair still felt a chill; this organization was truly terrifying...