The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Song Gua was the undisputed leader of the bandit group of over three thousand men.

No matter how many people there are, he can clearly and carefully assign tasks to everyone.

The bandits each performed their duties and worked together to get through the difficult period after being wanted by the authorities.

Hold on, we can win!

I must play it safe, I definitely have to play it safe.

Gou and Zhang Erhe were both depressed.

After the global wanted notice was issued, all the bandits who had been active everywhere disappeared without a trace, as if they had vanished into thin air.

The only one to make an appearance was Glory City, located in the Oceania and North America administrative regions.

I heard that the local coalition troops, dressed in plainclothes, immediately took action to arrest these scattered bandits as soon as they showed up.

As a result, the person exposed himself in the street, caught nothing, and accidentally injured other professionals, prompting the factions of these professionals to send a lawyer's letter to the coalition forces.

"These bunch of useless fools! Don't they even have a strategy for long-term investment?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Erhe flew into a rage and immediately began cleaning his office desk like a master cleaner.

After that, even the few bandits who occasionally appeared disappeared without a trace.

"The bandits number at least several thousand. Judging from the fact that they rescued twelve cities in three days when the Abyss invaded, there may be even more!"

With so many people, it's impossible for them to hide without a trace. Are they all living a primitive life in the wild or restricted areas?

Even so, it's impossible for professionals who are leveling up, running dungeons, or venturing into restricted areas to remain completely undetected!

That's definitely not visible.

Song Gua will give his clones a vacation.

The situation is tense right now, and the bandits aren't even using guerrilla tactics anymore. They're all obediently overlapping within the Song Gua body, or finding a relatively safe place to have a party.

"Perhaps it's not that the bandits haven't shown up, but that those ignorant people are favoring them! Tell the strategic department to increase the bounty on the bandits! Human nature cannot withstand the temptation of self-interest!"

Although there has been no news about bandits recently.

However, news about the Mirror Bandits, also known as the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion, has never stopped.

Bandits are the free wind.

The Dao of Sitting in Oblivion is the way of a free madman.

These lunatics followed their three leaders all the way from Glory City south to Xichuan City, and then carried out a large-scale self-destruction, successfully killing one of Dark Emperor's hands.

Along the way, I encountered many things that made me forget myself, and I discovered something more interesting and decided to go solo.

Therefore, there have always been many news reports about Zuowangdao (a Daoist practice) playing tricks on people in various places.

However, don't forget that this batch of mirror-image people only has a lifespan of one month.

By today, theoretically, they should all be dead.

But news about the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion never stops. Where does this come from?

Where else could it have come from?

The bandit used a balance scale to merge a mahjong face, took off his Taoist robe, and put on the suit that the Daoist of Sitting in Oblivion liked to wear, thus impersonating him.

There's no need to put together a big project.

As long as you're frequently and accidentally photographed, that's fine.

People don't know how long the mirror images can live. When they see news about the "Sitting in Oblivion" path, they assume that the mirror images are still wandering around.

Wan Jianyi, a high-ranking member of the Special Bureau, was quite familiar with the abilities of the Dark Artifacts, and they knew that the lifespan of the Mirror Body was limited.

At the same time, they also know that the mirror image can be extended through the Dark Artifact, or even if it dies, as long as it mirrors the same template, it will still be the same mirror image.

Therefore, both those who know the inside story and those who don't believe that these mirror images have always been alive.

Compared to the global manhunt for drug traffickers, the news about Zuowangdao is hardly big news, and netizens are just treating it as entertainment.

The coalition forces paid them no heed.

Zhang Erhe arranged for the Special Bureau to conduct a thorough investigation, but this was opposed by District Chief Du Minghui, who argued that since Zuowangdao had not committed any crimes, there was no need to target him.

However, Zhang Erhe ignored the order and insisted on implementing the policy. In his capacity as district head, he directly issued an order to the entire district's Special Affairs Bureau.

The Special Affairs Bureau had no choice but to comply.

a few days later.

Huiye City.

Shi Qian, the former mayor of Huiye City, who was captured by bandits posing as Daoist practitioners, crawled out of a filthy sewer.

His face was covered in grime, just like Huang Bo in Crazy Stone, who was crawling through sewers.

"Hahaha, hahaha... I, I've finally escaped!!"

Shi Qian was trapped for more than half a month and lost weight.

It is evident what inhuman abuse they suffered.

Just now, he managed to escape while the group guarding his Daoist practice got into a fight over a game of Dou Dizhu (a card game).

"Huiye City! Your mayor is back!"

Shi Qian came to the main road, his eyes filled with tears, and kissed the asphalt road.

Passersby gathered around to watch this lunatic, pointing and whispering.

"What are you laughing at! I'm Shi Qian! Look closely! I'm the mayor of Huiye City!! Laugh again, and believe me, I'll demolish your house!"

Seeing the mentally ill person baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, the passerby was a little scared and promptly moved away.

Shi Qian proudly raised his face.

See, they're all intimidated by my official authority, aren't they?

A bunch of troublemakers!

"Go! Seize this Daoist of Forgetfulness!"

The Way of Sitting in Oblivion?

Shi Qian nervously hugged the street lamp.

"Where is this 'sitting in oblivion'?! Quick! Arrest these traitors!"

"Click!"

Shi Qian looked at the Abyss Rock handcuffs on his hands, a string of question marks popping into his head.

"What does this mean? Why are you arresting me instead of the Daoist Master of Meditation?"

The two investigators from the Special Affairs Bureau, both wearing detectors, snorted coldly.

"Don't try to fool me with the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion!"

"I could tell at a glance that you are practicing the Dao of Meditation!"

"Orders have been issued from above: those from the Zuowangdao sect who are harassing citizens and disrupting special bureaus across various regions must all be arrested!"

"Come with us!"

The two of them pulled Shi Qian along, intending to go to the Special Bureau.

Shi Qian struggled desperately.

"What are you doing?! What's going on?! I'm Shi Qian! Mayor Shi Qian of Huiye City!! You've lost weight, gotten dirty, and looked haggard! But surely you recognize me! Which group are you two from?! I need to see your leader!!"

A cold voice rang out in mid-air.

"I'm their top leader, so tell me."

Shi Qian looked up and saw Wan Jian standing in mid-air, one foot on a sword.

"Chief Wan! Chief Wan! It's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! These two young men have lost their minds, saying I'm a disciple of the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion! You know me, you know, when you came to Huiye City, I..."

"Mayor Shi Qian of Huiye City died at that concert organized by Zuowangdao. You are Zuowangdao in disguise, trying to fool the citizens, or even impersonate the mayor to take power, isn't that right?"

"ah???"

Oh no, Shi Qian remembered.

He thought of this possibility when he was watching the live stream.

Now, look around.

The citizens indeed looked at him with expressions as if they were looking at a Daoist master.

Those looks seemed to say, "This is fun! This is fun!"

"No! That's not right! I'm not Zuowangdao! I'm Shi Qian. Those who were killed on the concert stage were Zuowangdao! They can change their expressions, you yourself said they can change their expressions!"

Wan Jianyi said calmly.

"You mean, they beheaded their own people?"

The citizens burst into laughter.

Shi Qian was desperate, but still tried his best to argue his way out of trouble.

But Wan Jianyi's words extinguished his hopes.

"The Dao of Sitting in Oblivion has exposed many of Shi Qian's crimes, which have recently been investigated and verified by the Discipline Inspection Commission. The new mayor has already taken office. You should probably just hope that you are truly the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion."

Shi Qian was dumbfounded.

Good heavens, according to Wan Jianyi, the current situation is that if I were Shi Qian, I might as well be a Daoist of Forgetfulness!

Shi Qian fainted on the spot from anger.

Wan Jianyi casually waved his hand.

"Take him back, detain him first, then interrogate him."

After saying that, he looked up at the sky.

The white clouds in the sky seem to form mahjong face shapes as they drift by.

"This is the kind of fun you wanted to see, right? I've shown it to you: the Dao of Forgetfulness..."