My career aspirations have come true.

Even if Chapter 65 doesn't appear yet, it will soon.

More than ten minutes later.

The vehicle drove steadily onto Bihu Street and finally stopped in front of the Nightingale Bar.

The car door opened, and Lin Ze got out first, looking up at the building in front of him.

The scene before my eyes was one of utter devastation.

The once exquisitely decorated and neon-lit bar now has half of its facade collapsed, with charred wood and shattered glass scattered all over the ground.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder and sour odor, along with wisps of grayish-white smoke that had not yet dissipated, drifting out from the gap in the doorway.

The surrounding streets were deserted, with only a few daring passersby peeking out from the alleyway in the distance. When they saw the army vehicles stop, they hurriedly retreated, afraid of getting involved in the trouble.

"This commotion...it certainly looks quite significant."

Zhuang Yi couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Tang Wangshu frowned, her gaze sweeping over the marks on the ground.

Several pools of dark green liquid were bubbling and hissing. The bricks around the edges were corroded and pitted, and there were several charred and cracked holes with sticky, gelatinous residue left behind, which were obviously remnants of the explosion.

"He is an alchemist."

Lin Ze withdrew his gaze and made a judgment in a calm tone.

"Judging from the traces at the scene, in addition to the explosive adhesive and acid bottle, tear gas canisters were also used, indicating that they were quite well prepared."

Alchemist.

A rather unique profession within the ranks of professionals.

Unlike warriors who excel in direct combat, or magic users who possess explosive power, they can still demonstrate remarkable combat abilities through their diverse and ingenious alchemical creations.

Alchemists can craft support items such as healing potions, recovery potions, and antidotes, and they can also engage in combat by deploying alchemical products such as explosive adhesive, smoke bottles, and acid bottles. They possess continuous damage and control abilities, making them a practical class that combines support and combat skills.

A well-prepared and combat-experienced alchemist, in the right setting, can be a major headache for professionals of the same or even higher level.

"Who has Bloodhawk gotten into trouble with this time?"

Pei Xuan muttered under his breath, his tone devoid of sympathy, but rather carrying a hint of schadenfreude.

Lin Ze didn't reply and walked towards the bar.

As soon as I approached the dilapidated gate, I heard a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps coming from inside.

Seven or eight men, dressed in tattered clothes and bearing charred or corroded marks, rushed out, weapons in their hands and menacing glints in their eyes.

"Special Operations Team? What are you doing here?"

Upon seeing the star-blue military uniform worn by the newcomer, the scarred man at the head of the group slightly softened his fierce expression, instead frowning and spitting on the ground, his tone tinged with impatience.

Pei Xuan's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Someone called the police saying there was a fight here, so we came to check."

The scarred man scoffed, "Nonsense, there's no such thing."

"Then how do you explain this mess?" Pei Xuan raised his hand and pointed directly into the bar, his voice suddenly rising.

"We were just sparring and accidentally damaged the court," the scarred man shrugged, his tone increasingly mocking. "What, does the Special Operations Unit have to get involved in things like this?"

He made up a very perfunctory excuse, clearly not caring at all whether the special operations team believed him.

"Anyway, this is none of your business. Get out of here, or else..."

Before he could finish speaking, the scarred man felt someone forcefully tugging at his sleeve.

Turning his head, he saw that several of his men had turned pale and were desperately trying to signal to him.

"Boss, the leader is Lin Ze!" a subordinate whispered in his ear.

Lin Ze? Which Lin Ze?

The scarred man was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly turned to look at Lin Ze.

That ruthless person who took over the position by eliminating the former team leader after only one month on the job, and who just a few days ago killed Mu Jinpeng and Lu Kai without batting an eye in front of Vice President Mu Yuan.

The scarred man's fierce expression vanished instantly, replaced by undisguised fear and apprehension.

His men behind him swallowed hard, instinctively gripping their weapons and looking as if facing a formidable enemy.

Throughout Blood Eagle, who among those with even a modicum of information doesn't know this ruthless figure?

They dared to confront other legion members head-on, but they didn't have the guts to do so when facing Lin Ze.

This guy is really capable of drawing his sword and killing someone on the spot!

"So it was Team Leader Lin."

The scarred man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his tone softened involuntarily, his previous arrogance vanishing without a trace.

"You know me? That makes things easier." Lin Ze said calmly. "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

The scarred man's eyes flickered, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "N-nothing serious. Some clueless guy came to cause trouble, but we've already chased him away. We can handle it ourselves, so we don't need to trouble Team Leader Lin and everyone else."

"They chased them away?" Lin Ze's gaze swept past him, scanning the interior of the bar. "What about casualties?"

"We're all on the same side, it's just a minor injury, nothing serious!"

The scarred man's tone became increasingly polite.

"Team Leader Lin, it's a mess here, don't get your eyes dirty, or...why don't you go back first?"

His meaning was clear—this was Bloodhawk's private matter, and the Special Operations Team should not interfere.

Lin Ze didn't move, but gave the scarred man a deep look.

That calm and unwavering gaze sent a chill down the scarred man's spine, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, fearing that Lin Ze would draw his sword and strike at him in the next second.

"Why did that person attack this place?" Lin Ze asked again, his tone still revealing neither joy nor anger.

The scarred man's expression changed, and he mumbled, "That guy's a madman. Who knows what's wrong with him? Team Leader Lin, we're the victims."

He deliberately emphasized the word "victim".

Lin Ze chuckled inwardly, but didn't ask any more questions, and turned to leave.

Tang Wangshu and the other two immediately followed.

Watching Lin Ze and the others walk away, the scarred man breathed a sigh of relief, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

"Finally, we've gotten rid of that jinx."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression instantly turned fierce, and he turned and strode back into the bar.

......

After the vehicle drove away from Bihu Street, Zhuang Yi finally couldn't help but ask, "Team leader, are we just leaving like this? That guy was obviously lying. I think that alchemist is probably already in their hands."

Before Lin Ze could speak, Tang Wangshu explained in a low voice, "Blood Eagle is adamant that this is a personal matter, and they were indeed the ones who were attacked. We have no reason to interfere."

"That's right." Pei Xuan, who was driving, nodded in agreement. "According to the rules, the Legion does not intervene in conflicts or vendettas between professionals as long as they do not affect ordinary people or pose a major threat to public safety."

Zhuang Yi pursed his lips, somewhat indignant, but he also understood that this was a delicate balance and tacit rule that had formed in the North District over the years.

The legion's strength is limited, and it is impossible to cover everything. In many cases, it can only focus on the major issues and let go of the minor ones.

"There's no need to be so pessimistic."

Lin Ze glanced at the receding bar ruins through the rearview mirror, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Perhaps that alchemist really has left."

Even if it doesn't exist yet, it will soon.