Warning! The evil god's minions are invading the eerie dungeon.

A dozen minutes later.

A specially modified SUV, painted with the special logo of the "Strange Special Forces," arrived at the barbecue stand.

The car door opened, and a man with a cold expression stepped out of the driver's seat. He said in a stern voice with a stern face:

"Are there some travelers causing trouble here?"

The other diners at the barbecue stall hadn't heard the commotion clearly and didn't know it was the troublemakers calling for help. They thought the eerie special operations team had received an alarm and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more confident.

"Yes! That's it!"

A figure scrambled over, it was the second brother whose head had been beaten into a pig's head.

As for the others, since it was Qi Xie who whipped them, the force was even more terrifying, so they were still unable to stand up after just waking up.

The man with the cold expression glanced sideways at the second brother.

The second brother, sensing the other's suggestive glance, swallowed the "Brother Kun" he was about to call out. Pretending to be a complete stranger, he pointed at Qi Xie, who sat calmly at the table, and viciously complained:

"That's the guy! We were just peacefully eating barbecue, doing nothing, chatting with the owner and her family, when this lunatic suddenly came over and started a fight, beating us up like this!"

As he spoke, he pitifully pointed to the eldest brother, whose weathered and melancholic face had been slapped askew, on the ground, his tone filled with grief and indignation:

"My poor older brother got slapped several times by this guy. I tried my best to stop him, but I couldn't! I could only helplessly watch this guy hurt my brother right in front of me!"

The eldest brother, lying on the ground, twitched and struggled to turn over. His eyes, full of stories, looked at the second brother. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't because his face was swollen from being slapped.

The man with the cold expression was taken aback:

"Was he about to curse at someone?"

"Poor boss... he must want to curse that kid over there who picked a fight with us!"

The second brother gritted his teeth and said:

"Sir, you have to stand up for us! We're all law-abiding citizens, and this kid beat us up so badly just for having a meal. He has to make us pay for this..."

"Bullshit!"

Some impatient diners couldn't stand it and started cursing:

"You're the ones who think that mother and daughter are easy to bully, so you're acting like thugs and scoundrels."

The despicable things this group did were plain for all to see; once someone spoke up, others naturally followed suit.

"They even forced someone's child to drink! You bastard!"

"Exactly! He's just a kid!! Don't you have kids in the future?! Making lewd jokes about a child, is there nothing else breathing in your house besides cola?"

"Comrade, grab this bastard and shoot him right now!"

At this moment, the cold-faced man also raised his head, his impatient gaze sweeping across everyone's faces, and he coldly uttered a few words:

"Unrelated individuals should not interfere with the investigation."

Everyone was taken aback, sensing that something seemed amiss.

"So you're the one who hit someone, right? No matter what your motive was, hitting someone is wrong, especially since you laid a hand on an ordinary person. Come with me."

The man looked at Qi Xie.

Qi Xie sat upright at the table, fiddling with his phone, completely ignoring his words and treating him as if he were invisible.

The barbecue stall owner, who had been listening nearby, stepped forward despite his unease when he saw Qi Xie about to be taken away.

"Comrade, I am involved in the case, and I can testify that this young man acted to protect us."

Qi Xie, who hadn't looked up just moments before, looked up now and glanced at the other person with surprise.

To be honest, he didn't even hear what those thugs said to the mother and daughter. He was just too noisy on the phone to hear clearly, and the matter of the evil god had made him a little angry, so he was itching to caress something.

"You're involved in the case too, aren't you?"

The cold-faced man sneered:

"That's perfect. You three can go back together, explain things clearly, and give a statement."

"What?!"

The barbecue stall owner was taken aback.

"Your family is still doing business here, right?"

The man said, seemingly casually:

"In that case, you should try to maintain good neighborly relations. Be forgiving when you can, otherwise, it's fine for a grown man like you, but what if your wife and daughter, two vulnerable women, are held a grudge?"

"you!!!"

The barbecue stall owner's face drained of color; his lips moved, a mixture of anger and helplessness in his expression.

He realized that the other party was threatening him with his family, trying to get him to leave Qi Xie alone and not pursue the matter any further, and just let it go.

But at the same time, he was at a loss.

Because the other party's words were implied, even if everyone present testified and the police were called, nothing would happen.

He can then say that he was advising everyone to make money peacefully from another perspective, and that he didn't mean anything else.

The same sentence can be interpreted in vastly different ways depending on the perspective.

At this moment, the other diners finally realized that the guy in front of them seemed to be siding with the troublemakers, and their faces immediately turned ugly.

The cold-faced man glanced around, and seeing that no one dared to speak again, he smiled with satisfaction and looked at Qi Xie:

"Let's go, stop dawdling."

The second brother, emboldened by his master's power, looked at Qi Xie with smug satisfaction:

"Serves you right for being so arrogant, kid! I already told you, you'll be in for a world of hurt when Brother Kun arrives..."

He didn't finish his arrogant words.

A shadowy tentacle with blood-red vertical eyes opened and struck him with zero frames, sending him flying more than ten meters before crashing into the roadside green belt, his buttocks sticking out and twitching occasionally, making up for his regret of not getting a slap from the Palm Princess.

"A dangerous aura! A high-level cultivator?"

The man with the cold expression became more serious, but he wasn't too panicked.

This is because Da Shen City is one of the important cities in southern China, and the strength of the special operations bureau branch here is much stronger than that of ordinary branches. Although he is a member, he is also at the advanced level of a traveler.

Secondly, if members of the Special Operations Bureau are attacked while carrying out normal missions, it will attract the attention of the Special Operations Bureau, whose authority to use force is even greater than that of the military.

You can do whatever you want with your personal grudges in dungeons or among travelers, but when it comes to quests, no matter what guild or clan you're in, you have to give them face.

This is easy to understand.

But outside, our people have to deal with conflicts between travelers to avoid affecting ordinary people, and they have to be the first to respond to any strange intrusions. These are still life-threatening situations.

One aspect is the treatment they receive, which far surpasses that of other factions.

On the other hand, if we don't care about your feelings when carrying out a mission, wouldn't that be disheartening? Who would want to do these things in the future?

What do you mean by "good or bad"? If you're not at the right level, a single steel coil would turn you into a paper doll, let alone firearms. Those things are only ineffective against the supernatural.

Therefore, he was certain that the stranger opposite him wouldn't dare to fight him.

Of course, if Qi Xie appeared in his original form or pulled out his signature blood axe, he would never have such wishful thinking.

Just as he was thinking this, the young man opposite him glanced at him and said calmly:

"Which squad are you from? What's your squad codename?"

Ok?

The man was taken aback, and subconsciously replied:

"Wasp Squad... wait, why are you asking this? Want to go complain to my captain?"

The young man opposite him handed him his phone, seemingly wanting him to enter a number:

"Your team leader's phone number."

The man glanced at his phone:

"I don't have the captain's phone number."

"I'll let you answer."