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

"We're saved..."

Just now, Song Feng really thought he was going to die.

At this moment, the seven spiritual warriors, whose bodies exuded a high-tech aura, slowly landed in front of him, blocking Ma Rufeng for him.

Qian Yuehong turned her head slightly, a confident smile playing on her lips.

Although the upper half of her face was covered by a black mask, it was still clear that she had a face that could launch a thousand ships.

"Song Feng, a native of Chen'an District, Baiyun City, was born to Song De and Yu Jingjing. Both his parents died fifteen years ago in a gang fight in Chen'an District."

In 4025 AD, Song De found a baby boy on the beach in Baiyun City. That was you, wasn't I right?

Song Feng was taken aback.

"Was I found?"

Qian Yuehong's team members all laughed.

"Hahaha, Captain, I guessed right! I told you, this kid definitely doesn't know he was picked up!"

"Damn it! I should have realized that he was very young when his adoptive parents died, and they probably didn't have time to tell him about it!"

"I regret trusting this lousy AI; its analysis is completely wrong!"

"Alright, alright, if you're not as smart as me, just say so. Hurry up, three thousand each! No backing out!"

"You're really something, you always win when you bet."

"Please call me Gambler Saint!"

Although Song Feng was wearing a hood, Qian Yuehong could still imagine Song Feng's embarrassed expression at this moment, so she immediately coughed to stop her subordinates from continuing to play.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

After saying this, the seven people became serious again. Qian Yuehong showed her law enforcement badge and said to Ma Rufeng.

"Ma Rufeng! Don't you know that the Imperial Palace is searching for Song Feng, intending to have him take up the post of Minister of National Defense? You want to kill him? Does the Ma family intend to rebel?!"

Ma Rufeng maintained a cold expression and was not intimidated by Qian Yuehong.

Qian Yuehong also exuded a powerful aura, showing that she was also a powerful figure.

Not only the Overlord, but also the Zhenjun Division where Qian Yuehong works is a department directly under the Huaxia Empire.

Therefore, the technological equipment on their team is the culmination of the most advanced technology.

A hegemon's spiritual martial arts realm, coupled with top-tier technological weaponry, essentially makes him invincible within the same realm.

Ma Rufeng said coldly.

"Captain Qian, these guys stole things from our Ma's Company. Am I supposed to just stand by and do nothing? He's wearing a hood, how am I supposed to know if he's Song Feng or Song Huo? I'm just catching thieves, is that right?"

Qian Yuehong opened her mouth, but didn't know how to refute it.

Beside him, the teammate known as the "gambling addict" whispered.

"Captain, he makes a good point."

Qian Yuehong lowered her head, then suddenly threw a punch. The armor on her right arm deformed, extended, and expanded, turning into a huge red iron fist, which sent the gambling dog flying.

"Who the hell are you...?"

Qian Yuehong nodded.

"Fine, I don't want to argue with you about this. Let's just assume you did nothing wrong. I don't have time to argue with you, Song Feng, we..."

As soon as Qian Yuehong turned her head, Song Feng and his band of bandits were already flying far away on their flying skateboards.

"Don't run away! I'm inviting you to be a high-ranking official in the palace! Come back!"

Qian Yuehong immediately wanted to pursue him.

But suddenly she realized that her armor was tightening and pulling her backward.

"Metal control? It's the Magneto from the bandits. Looks like he's separated himself from Song Feng. Take off your armor!"

A skinny male teammate quickly covered his chest.

"No, Captain! I... I'm not wearing anything underneath!"

Qian Yuehong's head drooped down on the spot. Suddenly, he threw a punch. The armor on his right arm deformed, extended, and expanded, turning into a huge red iron fist, which sent him flying.

"You little devil..."

Because of Magnet Brother's interference, Qian Yuehong lost track of Song Feng.

"Song Feng! Stop hiding! I'll definitely find you! I'm here to take you back to be a high-ranking official!"

At dawn, Qian Yuehong's voice resounded throughout the city.

The next day.

An abandoned underground parking lot in a poor neighborhood.

The dilapidated sewage pipes dripped sewage, forming puddles.

"Whoa!!"

Tao Ming was thrown into one of the puddles by Xuezi Ge.

"No, you bandit ancestors, what... what does this mean? I've already helped you, why have you arrested me again?"

Last night, when Tao Ming saw Ma Rufeng arrive, he prepared to make a run for it.

Unexpectedly, Brother Xuezi turned around and led his men to catch up with him and capture him again.

Now that the bandits had all escaped, Song Feng was standing in front of him again.

Although last night's operation was dangerous, none of the clones were injured.

Only Lucky Guy and a few other clones suffered injuries of varying degrees.

With the level of technology in this era, treating external injuries is very easy.

With enough money, one can even use a portable device called a "trauma healing kit" to treat injuries in various environments.

Money isn't a big problem.

Song Feng has already arranged for a clone to go to Ma Zi in the outer sect to raise the funds.

To ensure that the injured clones' injuries did not worsen, Song Feng overlapped them on his body.

Although this would cause them to suffer continuously, at least they could survive.

"Why did I bring you back? Tao Ming, have you forgotten who I am?"

Tao Ming turned to look at Song Feng, who wasn't wearing a hood.

"I know, Song Feng, right? He's a big name in the Yuan Universe lately, the whole world's looking for you. Me, have I offended you?"

"Have you forgotten what that female captain said last night? My parents died in a gang fight fifteen years ago, one of the gangs was called the Tiger Head Gang!"

Tao Ming's pupils contracted.

The words "Tiger Head Gang" immediately brought back his memories.

"I...I killed your parents in the chaos?"

"You didn't kill them directly."

Tao Ming breathed a sigh of relief. It was probably just an accidental injury, and there should still be room for negotiation.

"You used them as shields, which led to them being hacked to death by the Axe Gang!"

That's it, there's no saving them now.

"Well, well... Ancestor Song, I helped you last night with all my heart. All these years, I've changed for the better. Look, I have a legitimate job now, I earn money to support my family, I'm a law-abiding citizen. Aren't you bandits supposed to be a righteous organization? Could you... could you spare my life?"

Behind Song Feng, bandits wearing hoods swarmed forward.

Inside the pitch-black underground parking lot, amidst the stench of sewage.

These people don't look like good people at all.

"Who told you that bandits are a righteous organization?"

Song Feng raised his spear and thrust it out with all his might.

"Pfft!"

Tao Ming's wild imagination led to his death.

Song Feng withdrew his spear, pursed his lips, and his eyes welled up with tears.

"Whether you are my biological parents or my adoptive parents, I have avenged you."

Song Feng not only killed his direct enemy, but also dismantled those gangs, taking his revenge thoroughly.

Huozi said, "New or old thief, don't listen to that woman's side of the story from last night. Just because she said you were adopted doesn't mean you were adopted. I don't believe it."