I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

He had already devised two plans before the battle even began.

One option is to use seven potions, which is relatively safe; the other is to use nine potions, which is more aggressive.

Of the seven versions of potions, there is no Moonlight Potion or Purification Potion.

Because neither of these two drugs offers much help in direct combat.

However, when he finally faced a terrifying lord-level being, Ivan still felt somewhat nervous.

In those fractions of a second of reaction time, he was genuinely worried that in this life-or-death battle, he might be killed simply because of a slight deficiency in the effectiveness of the medication…

That was a real loss for my maternal grandparents!

So he didn't have so many reservations at that time.

His current physical and mental strength is enough to allow him to withstand the impact of these bestial and side effects.

Faced with this battle where winning would elevate him to great heights, while losing would plunge him into the abyss, he had to give it his all.

The final result after the injection was roughly as he expected.

Aside from unlocking the Nine Dragons Tyrant form, the only thing that surprised him was the chain reaction between the Moonlight Potion and the Rushing Potion.

"It seems we need to conduct more extreme tests on a regular basis; who knows, we might make some unexpected discoveries!"

Although the battle was somewhat dangerous, it was still within Ivan's expectations and control.

Lost in thought, the carriage wheels creaked and groaned as they came to a stop in front of the police station.

The four people got off the car one after another. At this time, it was still snowing heavily, and passers-by wrapped their collars tighter.

The massive building is now covered in snow, but there is a flurry of activity at the main entrance.

Various police carriages roared back and forth, and the police officers, their faces full of exhaustion, hurried back and forth.

Some were with people, while others were carrying boxes.

Ivan's keen ears allowed him to clearly hear the people's complaints.

A middle-aged policeman muttered under his breath, "They're leisurely having a meeting in their office while we have to come out and carry things!"

His companion, who was helping him carry the load, chimed in with his complaints: "There's no subsidy, and they don't even reimburse us for meals we eat out."

"The Sap Group is so lucrative, they get all the credit and benefits, while we have to suffer all the hardships!"

"I don't care about being a lousy cop anymore!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a seasoned veteran leaned over and whispered, "I have some ways to make money. Interested?"

"The young lady of the Sap family wants to transport some 'daily necessities' out of the sealed-off manor."

After listening, the two middle-aged policemen rolled their eyes and said, "That's true! It must be inconvenient for such a young lady to be suddenly confined to her home."

"Yeah, it doesn't matter if we bring some cosmetics and some bedding."

……

The voices of the group gradually faded into the distance, but Evan didn't pay much attention to them.

Police officers were paid very little in this era.

Prices rise every year, but wages have not increased for nearly twenty years.

This has led to a situation where many police officers are not only shirking their duties but also abusing their power to earn extra money for personal gain.

Where the goods smuggled from the Sapp estate would end up became an unspoken secret in the city.

P.S.: There should be quite a few monthly tickets available from the Sap family.

Chapter 232: Generous Rewards! Official Status! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

After the four men, led by Evan, entered the special operations team's room, they saw that the small hall outside was packed with people.

The people were dressed as workers, tailors, and housewives, both men and women, of varying ages.

The workers wore coarse cloth overalls stained with oil, the tailor had a few needles and threads pinned to his body, and the housewives were wrapped in old shawls that had been washed until they were faded.

But now, they were all generally pale, as if they had been frightened, each of them shrinking their necks, their eyes filled with lingering fear.

Evan could faintly hear the whispers of these people talking to each other.

"Did you also see that monster with stitches all over its face?"

"They can turn into the wind! I saw them rush into the factory and drink the workers' blood!"

"Pshaw! Vampires are nothing, what I saw was terrifying!"

“Those guys were rotting all over. I watched them drag living people into the sewers with my own eyes!”

"Healing Father above, what's going on lately?! It's plague again, and monsters again!"

……

They were greeted by Peg, Gray's former second-in-command and an apprentice witch.

Peg is now quite adept at using abilities like soothing on these people.

Then they were led one by one to the rooms on the side of the corridor.

Over there, the demons and psychics from before are all ready.

Ivan and his group nodded to the three men and, guided by the receptionist, went directly to Vic's office.

It was clear that Vic was very busy; the two black standing telephones in his office kept ringing.

He answered one call after another, the receiver almost never leaving his ear.

"You've come at just the right time!"

Upon seeing the group, Vic abandoned his usual aloof demeanor and looked at them as if they were his saviors.

He spoke quickly and precisely.

"Several of Sap's loyal followers are now fighting to the death because of their master's death!"

"They released a large number of the various monsters that Sap had been secretly researching in the manor, as well as bizarre variants of potions."

“These things are now rampant in the city and the surrounding suburbs.”

"In the last 36 hours, this has resulted in nine deaths and twenty-two injuries."

Evan raised an eyebrow: "Don't tell me you're the only ones responsible for these things now?"

Vic sighed, "I guess so."

"After Sap was taken down, the big shots at the top were quite happy and are dividing up the spoils."

"The special operations team has made great contributions, and they say they want to expand their team, but it's not that easy to expand the team."

At this point, the master owl's eyes showed a hint of helplessness and weariness.

"The staff has now expanded from eight to twenty people. We haven't even recruited all the staff yet, but the tasks have already come up."

Upon hearing this, Ivan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "What a classic scene."

Vic sighed, "The Healing Church was willing to help, but the bigwigs above refused, saying it was a good opportunity for the action team to prove their worth."

"I……"

Evan could keenly sense that the word starting with F had climbed onto Vic's teeth, only to be swallowed back down by the old man.

"I'm incredibly busy right now."

"You guys coming here has been a huge help to me!"

Evan coughed and said, "Captain Vic, we're here for a reward, not to help."

Vic immediately exclaimed, "A reward!? Yes, yes, yes!"

The seemingly profound and unfathomable master was like a grassroots leader under immense pressure.

Upon hearing that someone had done the work, he immediately offered a reward without any hesitation.

Vic then waved his hand, and a small black hand emerged from the shadows, followed by a large number of documents and badges.

Vic first handed over an authorization letter bearing the seals of the municipal and state governments.

"This is the authorization letter we issued to your faction."

"With this authorization letter, you can set up a security organization and then automatically become our contractor."

“Once you have the status of a contractor, your actions and rights are no different from those of ordinary police officers.”

"Then you can take on our outsourced tasks and earn commissions."

"At the same time, this identity is also a form of recognition, which can greatly increase your value when you take on jobs from outside."

Ivan listened as he accepted the authorization letter.

It was a thick piece of parchment with intricate floral borders.

At the top of the paper was the solemn coat of arms of the city hall and the eagle emblem of the state government. At the bottom were two vermilion wax stamps and the pen signatures of several officials in a flamboyant manner.

Touching the stamp on it with his palm, Evan turned to look at Richard.

You could see the three people looking at the authorization letter, their eyes shining, and their breathing becoming rapid from its previous steady state.

For this small faction that has long been declining and trampled underfoot, this thin parchment is nothing short of a passport to turn the tide.

After delivering the authorization letter, Vic handed over a box of medals.

The medal features a soaring eagle in the background, with a gun and sword crossed in front.

The weapon is about the size of an adult's palm and is made entirely of brass and steel. The eagle feather patterns are carved in exquisite detail, and the blade and barrel gleam with a cold luster under the light. It is both exquisite and handsome.

Vic continued, "These medals are an award given to you by the higher authorities for this occasion; they are called the Eagle Guardian Medals."

"The holder of this medal can get a 10% discount when purchasing materials in the official supernatural shop, and also has priority in purchasing."

"These medals are linked to your authorization letter and can only be used by your own people."

"Wearing this medal grants you independent investigative authority and allows you to call upon up to three regular police officers at any time to assist you in your investigations."

"Detailed usage instructions are in the book inside this box."

Ivan accepted the medal box, his face beaming with joy, and said, "You're too kind!"