What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

"First of all, the reward for this case has been fully approved."

Furthermore, given your decisive role in apprehending Yang Xinghai, the provincial department will award an additional 5 yuan, bringing the total reward to 15 yuan.

The other side first reported good news, and then continued...

"Secondly, when facing criminals, you disregarded your personal safety and took decisive measures to successfully rescue the trapped people."

Following our investigation and verification, our bureau has decided to award you the title of "Advanced Individual in Righteous and Courageous Acts."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chang'an's brows gradually furrowed.

He never intended to show his face in public and didn't want to attract any unnecessary attention.

But then he thought back to his past life, when he was wanted by the authorities and had to hide like a stray dog, living in darkness his whole life.

To be commended by the municipal bureau in this lifetime is an extreme contrast.

A playful smile crept onto his lips; he inexplicably found the whole thing quite amusing.

"You will be notified separately regarding the official notification and award ceremony. Please keep your communication channels open."

Thank you for your contributions to the construction of a safe city!

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chang'an stroked his chin, a smile playing on his lips.

Whether or not to give commendations can be put aside for now.

150,000!

Just thinking about it makes me excited.

Tiger and Liu Jitai stood there watching Lin Chang'an make a phone call, neither daring to disturb him.

Until Lin Chang'an hung up the phone.

Liu Jitai gave an awkward laugh, but what greeted him was a fist the size of a sandbag.

"Ouch!"

Lin Chang'an had originally planned to teach the other party a lesson, but now that he was about to receive 150,000 yuan, he was in a great mood.

He punched Liu Jitai twice in the eyes, causing Liu Jitai to lose money to avoid further trouble, and that was the end of the matter.

Watching Lin Chang'an leave, Liu Jitai, sporting dark circles under his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he met Tiger's sinister eyes.

He knew this wasn't over yet, and turned to run, but his henchmen slammed the door shut.

"Brother Tiger, what... what do you mean by that...?"

Tiger had no interest in listening to his nonsense. If it weren't for the trouble this old man had caused, would he be in this situation now?

He was furious when his cheating was exposed in public, which meant he couldn't do business there anymore.

He can't beat Lin Chang'an, but he can handle this old man?

"Beat them!"

"Ah... damn it, my eyes..."

The room was in complete disarray, with the sound of billiard balls clapping.

In no time, Liu Jitai emerged from inside, clutching a can of spray in his hand.

Tiger and his henchmen chased after them to the door, their eyes red and swollen as if they had stolen a carrot, tears streaming down their faces, burning and stinging, making it hard to see clearly.

"Fuck your mother, Liu Jitai!"

"Don't let me catch you, or I'll skin you alive..."

………………

When Lin Chang'an returned home, the gemstone on his chest radiated a faint warmth.

He was stunned. Was this another mission?

You can bring up a golden task panel, which is empty and no new tasks have been refreshed.

At that moment, he noticed a line of pale gold notifications floating by.

[The traveler who takes the initiative to do good deeds and punish evildoers will receive 5 merit points].

"Oh?" Lin Chang'an raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning on him.

It seems that you don't necessarily have to wait for the system to issue a task to earn merit points.

Although 5 merit points isn't much, even a small amount is still something.

Lin Chang'an did not hesitate to choose to exchange it for lifespan.

The countdown in the upper right corner jumped, adding 5 hours to the lifespan.

Meanwhile, he noticed that since accepting the quest "Sixth Master Shan's Peaceful Death" in the morning, his lifespan has not decreased.

This shows that Master Shan's task was not necessarily to live with him.

However, just to be on the safe side, we still need to keep a close eye on it.

Lin Chang'an planned to call Master Shan every other day to ask about the situation.

If the old man unexpectedly kicks the bucket and the system determines that the mission failed, that would be ridiculous.

Silent all night.

the next day.

At the corner of an old alley in Haicheng, a wonton stall is set up against the wall.

Several low wooden dining tables, stained with grease.

The surroundings were noisy and dusty.

Uncle Shan Liu, with his back hunched, was slowly eating wontons with a soup spoon in his hand.

"Buzz—"

A dark luxury car drove in and abruptly stopped in front of the wonton stall.

The diners at the stall all looked up and glanced over; the presence of such a luxury car in this dilapidated place seemed out of place.

The car door opened, and two bodyguards in black jumped out and opened the back door.

A man in his forties, dressed in a sharp suit, walked out, exuding the aura of someone in a superior position.

The man walked into the wonton stall, and everyone around him looked up to watch.

Only Master Shan Liu didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to slowly eat his wontons.

The man glanced around the wonton stall, then walked straight to the opposite side of Master Shan Liu, pulled over a broken stool and sat down, completely unconcerned that the dirt on the stool would soil his expensive suit.

As soon as he sat down, he waved to the bodyguard behind him, who immediately said to the surrounding diners, "Excuse me, we'll take care of the stall today."

The diners looked at each other, bewildered. "Why? We haven't finished eating yet."

The bodyguard didn't waste any words with them, he just gave them a cold glance, and the oppressive look in his eyes silenced them instantly.

A few seconds later, the few remaining diners hurriedly left with their food.

The stall owner, in a panic, wiped her hands and ran out from behind the stove:

"What are you doing?! Are you even going to be able to do business anymore?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a stack of hundred-yuan bills was thrown onto the stove.

The proprietress's eyes lit up instantly, her anger vanished, and she quickly stuffed the money into her apron pocket, a fawning smile spreading across her face as she shrank behind the stove to count the money.

At the wonton stall, the soup in the pot was still bubbling away.

The man gestured with his chin toward the proprietress: "Give me a bowl of wontons too, with lots of scallions and less cilantro."

"Alright! Almost done!" the proprietress replied quickly, deftly starting to cook the wontons.

Soon, a steaming bowl of wontons was served.

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of deep eyes, picked up a spoon, and started eating and talking.

"Sixth Master, when did you come out?"

"In just a few days!"

Master Shan put down his soup spoon, then raised his eyelids, looked at the man opposite him, took out a small transparent bag from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

The man's eyes were instantly drawn to it. He reached out and picked it up, rubbed the powdery substance inside the bag with his hand through the fabric, and then brought it close to his nose to sniff it.

Then his brow furrowed, and he lowered his voice, "This is... heroin?"

"Find out who's doing this in Haicheng!"

Master Shan Liu clenched his fist, pressed it to his lips, and coughed a few times, his voice hoarse.

The man's composure gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.

He placed the small bag on the table and covered it with his hand. "Sixth Master, why are you asking about this?"

Master Shan avoided answering: "Just help me find out, that's enough. You don't need to ask anything else. I thank you in advance."

"Sixth Master, your words of thanks are too much for me. If it weren't for you back then, I don't know how tall the grass on my grave would be."

The man stuffed the bag into his pocket, indicating that he had agreed to the task.

The two chatted briefly for a while, and the man left after finishing his wontons.

Uncle Shan watched the car drive away, then took out the money for two servings of wontons from his pocket and placed them on the table.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, his pocket vibrated. He took out his phone and looked at it, somewhat surprised.

"Uncle Shan, how's today?" Lin Chang'an's nonchalant voice came through the receiver.

As he listened to the voices on the other end, Master Shan felt a strange sense of warmth.

Perhaps it was because the person opposite him shared the same name as his son and was close in age.

"I'm not going to die yet," he laughed.

"You old man, you're really direct," Lin Chang'an said.

"What do you want?" Master Shan asked, squinting his eyes.

"Hi, nothing much, I just thought I'd call you to check on things," Lin Chang'an said truthfully.

"Thanks, that's very thoughtful of you."

Master Shan felt a warmth in his heart; he sensed a sense of closeness with this young man he had only met once.

"By the way, has your arm injury been treated?" he asked.

Lin Chang'an was taken aback, then casually said, "It's cured."

"That's good."

Master Shan agreed, and the two fell silent for a moment. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they hung up the phone.

Looking at the blacked-out phone screen, Master Shan Liu had a faint smile on his lips as he turned and slowly disappeared into the alleyway.