Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1177 Uniform

Jiang Xiaochuan wasn't trying to plead for Murong Jin—he'd be lucky to even beat someone like him to death.

But Xuanjizi's sudden "special permission" was too unusual, and he didn't believe that the other party would give him such a great privilege for no reason.

He took a half step forward, his tone somewhat tentative: "Elder Chen, why did Leader Xuanjizi grant me this special permission? I only met him once, and we can't even be considered acquaintances."

A deep look flashed across Chen Qishan's eyes, but he did not answer directly. He slowly said, "Our leader never acts without a purpose; he always has his own profound meaning."

"Hehe... Young friend Jiang, there's no need to worry. What we should be more concerned about right now is the Japanese ninjas lurking near Xishan."

"Since the leader has given you special permission to deal with the troublemakers yourself, I think it's because he's afraid they'll interfere with your work and thus delay the important task of tracking down the ninjas."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the broken tree and the golden dart on the ground, before changing the subject: "The Japanese ninja clan has been making frequent moves recently. Young friend, you must be careful. If anything seems amiss, you can contact Yan Lü through Tang Ran at any time."

After saying that, he nodded slightly to Jiang Xiaochuan, and his figure slowly merged into the morning mist, leaving only a faint aura that vanished in an instant.

At this moment, the enforcement team raised their iron whips, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Seeing this, Murong Jin struggled to crawl away, but the law enforcement officer on the left stepped on his back and pressed his knee heavily on his spine, making him unable to move.

"Crack!" The first lash struck, the barbs on the iron whip scraping against Murong Jin's clothes, instantly tearing a gash from which blood immediately seeped out.

Murong Jin screamed in pain, his body convulsing, but he was held down tightly and had no strength to struggle.

"Crack! Crack!"

Two more lashes fell, each crack accompanied by Murong Jin's wail. Bloodstains spread rapidly across his back, and shards of cloth and drops of blood splattered onto the gravel on the ground, a horrifying sight.

The law enforcement officer remained expressionless, each lash landing precisely in the designated spot without the slightest deviation.

This is the skill honed through years of executing sentences, and also the absolute adherence to the "rules".

Looking at the scene before him, Jiang Xiaochuan felt no joy whatsoever; instead, his mind was in turmoil.

At this moment, he noticed that Tang Ran's expression was still somewhat unnatural, and he understood what was going on.

No wonder Tang Ran asked herself "Do I know Xuanjizi?" She must have noticed something when they met.

This kind of special permission that breaks the rules of the Flame Tribe is too abnormal.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked up and saw the Yanlv headquarters at the end of the mountain path. Under the morning mist, he could only see blurry mountain shadows, and he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

Behind this fiery army, there is probably something far more complex than the Japanese ninjas.

It was nearly night when we descended the mountain. The streets of Beijing had lost their daytime hustle and bustle, with only the streetlights casting long, pale shadows on the asphalt road, and the occasional late-night vehicle passing by.

Jiang Xiaochuan walked ahead, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the Bloodlust, pondering the profound meaning of Xuanjizi.

He took a wrong step and instead of turning towards Tenglong Company, he walked in another direction.

Tang Ran followed behind, her dark outfit almost blending into the shadows in the night.

"Where are you going?!"

Seeing that Jiang Xiaochuan had actually led him all the way to the place where he met the Japanese ninjas, Tang Ran couldn't help but recall how Jiang Xiaochuan had toyed with her, and said coldly.

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced back at her; the streetlight shone on her face, making her already exquisite features appear even more alluring.

Especially those cold eyes; they seemed to have no emotion, yet they always drew people's attention.

“It’s inconvenient for you to go back to me. The way you look… my men can’t even sleep peacefully.”

This is not an exaggeration.

Most of the martial artists in Tenglong Company don't have female companions, so they're prone to making a fuss when they see pretty girls.

Not to mention Tang Ran, who is the type who is "so cold that she is even more alluring."

He didn't want to hear his brothers whispering outside the door at night, and he was even more afraid that someone would be unable to resist going up to talk to them.

This prompted Tang Ran to throw a flying needle – just thinking about that scene gives me a headache.

Tang Ran frowned, but didn't ask any more questions. She just silently followed.

She didn't care where she lived, as long as she could fulfill her task of "close surveillance".

As for Jiang Xiaochuan's statement about "inconvenience," she didn't fully understand it, but she didn't refute it either.

The two turned into the alley. The first hotel had a warm yellow light and a sign that read "Warm Accommodation" hanging at the entrance.

Through the glass door, you could see a young woman in her early twenties sitting at the front desk, looking down at her phone.

Jiang Xiaochuan pushed open the door, and the wind chimes rang once. The little girl looked up and looked over, her gaze first falling on Jiang Xiaochuan, without any expression.

But when his gaze fell on Tang Ran following behind, his eyes lit up instantly, then quickly looked away.

"Hello, I'd like two rooms."

Jiang Xiaochuan walked to the front desk, took out his ID card and placed it on the counter.

The young girl clutched her ID card, her eyes constantly glancing at Tang Ran.

Tang Ran stood behind Jiang Xiaochuan with her back straight. Her waistline, outlined by her black outfit, was particularly eye-catching. Coupled with her beautiful yet somewhat aggressive face, anyone who saw her would have to take a second look.

The little girl swallowed hard and asked in a low voice, "What...what's your relationship?"

"A colleague, we came out together on business."

Jiang Xiaochuan answered casually.

But these words clearly didn't convince the young girl. She bit her lip, glanced at Tang Ran's outfit, and lowered her voice even further:

"Um... they've been cracking down lately, so your clothes... aren't really suitable for checking in."

"What happened to the clothes?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and cursed inwardly.

This young girl probably mistook Tang Ran's outfit for a "special uniform".

He explained helplessly, "This is her work uniform. We're doing our job properly, not what you're thinking."

The little girl shook her head vigorously, handed back her ID card, and said in a slightly flustered tone:

"No, no, the boss said that if we encounter someone wearing... strange clothes, we won't let them stay, because we're afraid of being investigated. You should look for another place."

Jiang Xiaochuan wanted to say something more, but Tang Ran tugged at his sleeve and said coldly, "Let's go."

Although she didn't fully understand what "that kind" meant, she could tell that the other party didn't want them to stay, so there was no need to waste time.

Jiang Xiaochuan sighed, had no choice but to take back his ID card, and followed Tang Ran out of the hotel.

The moment the door closed, he vaguely heard the little girl inside texting someone:

"A stunningly beautiful woman in a black, form-fitting outfit just showed up. Her clothes were like armor, and she was with a man. It's the middle of the night; she's definitely not here for anything shady..."

"Why won't you let us stay? Is there something wrong with my clothes?"

Once outside, Tang Ran finally voiced the question that had been lingering in her mind.