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"You just drank a lot of alcohol, didn't you? Sweet blood mixed with alcohol tastes much better than the Bloody Mary on the table."

"Really? I was able to get inhibitors because my blood tastes so good?" An Xin smiled.

“Yes!” Warfarin paused for a moment, “Take off your clothes.”

"What do you mean?" An Xin blinked. He felt like he was the one going to be raided for prostitution tonight, and Warfarin was the big spender.

"Huh? You think I would do something like that? I'd be at a huge disadvantage, okay?" Warfarin rolled her eyes.

“I can’t break the law.” An Xin looked innocent, even though his hand was still on Hua Falin’s shoulder and his other hand was around her waist.

She didn't resist; she straddled his lap and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

"Let me take a look at your arm. I told you, I'm a doctor. I'll check your wound."

"It's troublesome."

"My consultation fees aren't cheap. Are you ready to repay me with your body?" Warfarin said expressionlessly, though her attitude changed slightly when the food became the patient.

Of course, his tone remained as flippant as ever.

An Xin let go and untied the opening. Fortunately, the dim light provided cover, otherwise he really wouldn't have dared to take off his clothes.

The conflict between the infected and ordinary people is serious, and he doesn't want to reveal his identity.

He joked with Warfarin, "Pay back with your body? Do you want me to suck blood too? My body might not be able to take it anymore, I've already bled twice."

"Ha, stop talking." Warfarin examined him. "The penetrating wound isn't serious. It should heal in about half a month at most. How long have you had this wound? Did you treat it with Originium Arts?"

For mild infections lasting no more than three days, one injection of an inhibitor is enough for a week and is definitely sufficient to suppress the pain. Generally speaking, if you continue to use an inhibitor, the infection symptoms will be suppressed to a very low level.

However, if you don't use inhibitors and still use Originium Arts, once a large area of ​​Originium Shadow appears in your body and is completely depleted, you will become a pile of Originium dust.

"If you need any inhibitors in the future, come find me. I've branded you. Come back sometime for a thorough medical checkup. Based on this data alone, I'd say the taste is a bit lacking."

"Thank you." An Xin clasped her hands in thanks.

"Huh? Why are you thanking me? I only helped you because I liked you, it was entirely of my own free will."

Warfarin crossed her arms, called the waiter to settle the bill, and paused for a moment.

"I haven't asked your name yet."

"Anxin, what about you?"

"Warfarin." She got off An Xin and watched him get dressed. Just as she had expected, An Xin had a very good figure with great muscle definition.

"This is my contact number. We have a business relationship, right? We should contact each other when we need something."

“Hmm.” An Xin looked at the new person in his contacts. The name Warfarin was there, along with many other people he didn’t recognize. However, An Xin didn’t dare to delete them or contact them casually.

After all, he had no memory.

An Xin turned off her phone, left side by side with Hua Falin, and pushed open the door.

Bathed in the light of neon lights and moonlight, her stunning beauty was hidden in the darkness of her robe, as if no one but An Xin was qualified to appreciate her tonight.

"Ah, what a beautiful crescent moon."

"Yes."

At that moment, the two of them looked up at the same night sky; it was time to part ways.

An Xin returned home alone, took off her clothes, took a shower, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, he got up very early.

Chapter Fifteen Mission

The first thing I do when I get up is to open the system panel and check my life attributes.

After yesterday's feast, Warfarin said he's almost recovered.

Life: 7 (+)

An Xin's gaze was somewhat gloomy; she had recovered, but not completely.

The negative effects of Oripathy on him are likely permanent; even if his right arm heals, he will only recover to ten health points at most.

Fortunately, he has a game system. Currently, he has the Gluttony skill, which can slowly increase his health. If all else fails, he can directly spend points to exchange for life points.

Anxin turned off the system, activated the inhibitor, aimed it at her arm, and pressed the button on the other end.

As the liquid was injected into his body, he breathed a sigh of relief. Oripathy had not yet begun to threaten his body. However, even if Warfarin could continue to provide him with the medication, four doses a month would cost 20,000 Lungmen Dollars, a price that Anxin still could not afford.

He rubbed his temples, turned off the game system, went out to find a small stall, and ate ten servings of rice noodle rolls. The way people around him looked at him changed.

An Xin switched to a different breakfast shop and ate ten more servings. After five consecutive meals, he looked at his severely depleted wallet and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it.

The food I ate would turn into a warm current that would flow to my right arm to heal the injury.

The level 2 Gluttony skill is really good. Anxin has been lucky twice in a row. It's a pity that she only has 700 points left, otherwise she would definitely choose a skill to upgrade to level 3.

After paying the boss, An Xin jogged off as a warm-up to the Guard Bureau.

People kept greeting him on the street; they were all veteran officers from the Guard Bureau who had been drinking the night before. An Xin responded to each one with a smile.

He was still dressed in a white shirt and trousers, but with a Guard Bureau trench coat over his clothes.

While drinking last night, An Xin inquired about the fact that the Guards don't usually wear full uniforms; a jacket is enough to represent their identity.

The road led to the Guard Bureau building, and An Xin arrived at Chen Sir's office, gently knocking on the door.

"Enter!"

"Officer An Xin reporting for duty!"

The young man, with a resolute gaze, stood straight in front of the door in his police uniform, backlit.

Before her was still that simple office. The only decent thing was Mr. Chen's executive chair, which made her back feel a little better.

"Starting today, you're joining the special inspection team. There's an armed gang fight in the slums. Go and handle it, and try to bring everyone back."

"Yes." An Xin paused for a moment. "How many police officers can I deploy?"

"Mobilize police force? No, it's just you. You belong to the special inspection team. This kind of trivial matter is unlikely to alarm other departments. They also have their own things to do."

As for the inspection team, bring whoever you can get along with you.

After speaking, Chen Huijie immediately threw herself back into her work and began revising documents.

An Xin could see the curve of her lips; she was definitely deliberately making things difficult for him. But no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why he had offended Inspector Chen and that she had made things difficult for him from the very beginning.

They didn't give us any information, and they didn't even provide any manpower.

He took a deep breath and saluted.

Just before leaving, An Xin used her Detective Eye on Inspector Chen.

Name: Chen Huijie

[Race: Dragon]

Life: Unknown

He stared at the panel in silence, then left the office, closing the door behind him.

A few minutes after the young man left, the office welcomed another guest.

"Old Chen, what do you want?" The green-haired ghost sat in the office chair with his legs spread apart, as if he owned the place.

In terms of professional titles, Hoshiguma is merely an inspector, while Chan Fai-kit is a senior superintendent. Hoshiguma should be Chan Fai-kit's subordinate, but in their interactions, Hoshiguma actually has a slight advantage.

“I’ve added An Xin to the special inspection team.” Chen Huijie’s fingers tightened slightly, the pen tip sliding across the paper, leaving a string of characters.

"Oh, you think highly of the newcomer? He just joined the Guard Bureau, shouldn't he start as a junior officer? Or does he have some connections that you're giving him special treatment for? You're not that kind of person, Old Chen."

Hoshiguma was also surprised by her decision and turned to look at Chen Huijie by the window.

“He does have a background, um... if you want to hear it, I can tell you, that guy’s race is Qilin, is that enough?”

Chen Huijie paused, put down her pen, looked at Hoshiguma, and continued speaking.

"But on the contrary, you know I don't like connections; I prefer people without a background."

So I deliberately gave him a difficult problem.

"..." Hoshiguma was silent for a moment. "You want to persuade him to quit? What if he can persevere?"

"That means he's different from the spoiled brats I know, so there's nothing wrong with keeping him in the Guard Bureau."

Chen Huijie said, "I need you to monitor him for me. If he completes the task, you don't have to do anything. If he fails to complete it, I hope you can do the cleanup work for him. These things are originally our responsibility."

“Okay, I understand.” Hoshiguma stood up. “If he can’t solve the problem, I’ll help him solve it.”

"please."

"please."

At the same time, An Xin and Chen Huijie said the same thing, except that he borrowed a motorcycle from the veteran police officer to use for the investigation.

"Keep a good job, newbie. You've just arrived and Inspector Chan has already taken you into the Special Inspectorate. He has high hopes for you." The veteran officer patted An Xin on the shoulder.