Chapter 28: Can divine gifts be copied? A world-class commission from the dragon-taming family!

"Your Excellency, something fell!" A judge suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the sky, his voice filled with panic.

Leng Qing was stunned and quickly looked up, only to see a blue figure falling from the sky, rapidly falling towards where they were.

"Wind disk!" Leng Qing reacted extremely quickly, and a green star map instantly appeared under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, a whirlwind formed above her head and steadily caught the falling blue figure.

Leng Qing frowned slightly and looked down at the man in the blue suit.

"Unconscious? One punch?"

The clothes on his abdomen were torn, and in its place was a huge purple fist mark.

"Huh? Senior Sister, you're here?" A familiar voice came from above.

Leng Qing looked up and saw Wang Feng jumping down from a high altitude with a faint smile on his face, and landed steadily in front of her.

"Wang Feng? What's going on?"

"He's 120 million. Oh no, he's the blue-clad butler, codenamed Mo Kui."

As he spoke, Wang Feng handed the roster in his hand to Leng Qing.

Leng Qing took the roster and quickly flipped through it.

It only recorded in detail the names and related information of a blue-robed deacon, three black-robed priests, and forty-five gray-robed believers.

"You...where did all this come from?" Leng Qing raised his head, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"It's a long story, so I won't go into details."

"Anyway, of the people listed above, except for a few who sneaked into Mingzhu Academy, the rest were all contained by me in the utility room on the eighth floor. Oh, and I also dealt with a black-robed priest on the top floor of the office building."

Hearing this, Leng Qing took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart.

She handed the roster in her hand to the subordinate beside her and said decisively:

"Go, send a few people to Mingzhu Academy and arrest those gray-clothed men."

"Everyone else, seal off the entire building and bring everyone back to the Inquisition!"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Judge!" The subordinate took the roster and took quick action.

Leng Qing turned his head and looked at Wang Feng, his eyes showing a complicated expression. "You have done a great job this time, but don't be so impulsive next time. After all, the Black Church is not a pushover."

Wang Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, Senior Sister. I've given you a great gift. Besides, time is running out, and I don't have time to inform you."

Leng Qing shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Okay, you have done a great job this time. When this matter is over, I will treat you to a meal."

"No problem." Wang Feng agreed readily, then blinked: "But, Senior Sister, you have to give me the bounty for these people. I am very poor now."

"Don't worry, I won't deduct anything from you." Leng Qing smiled slightly.

"It's bad!" Wang Feng's face suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" Leng Qing became nervous upon seeing this.

"I almost forgot about the commission!" After Wang Feng said this, he turned around and ran towards the sixth floor of the office building.

…

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

Wang Feng came to the Qingtian Hunting Ground as usual.

Pushing open the door, he habitually looked towards the counter, only to find that the person in charge of the store today was not the old man Song Qiming, but Leng Qing.

Leng Qing was wearing a maid's apron, with her long, straight black hair hanging softly on her shoulders. She exuded a cool and elegant temperament.

"Senior Sister, are you done?"

Leng Qing raised his head, glanced at him, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Well, just in time, your bounty has also been paid, a total of 180 million."

As she spoke, she took out a card from under the counter, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Wang Feng.

Wang Feng took the card, raised his eyebrows, and asked in surprise, "One hundred and eighty million? How come there's an extra five hundred thousand?"

"The extra 500,000 is a bonus from the Inquisition. This operation not only captured the Blue Deacon, but also led to the destruction of a branch of the Black Church. That's quite a feat."

Wang Feng smiled when he heard this: "It seems that the Tribunal is quite generous."

Leng Qing glanced at him and said, "Why, you think it's too much? How about I return it for you?"

"No, no, no!" Wang Feng quickly waved his hand, put the card in his pocket, and said with a smile: "How can I refuse your kindness, Senior Sister? Besides, I'm broke and need money."

Leng Qing chuckled and shook his head: "You guy, you've made so much money, but you still complain about being poor all day long."

"There's no other way. There are too many places to spend money. By the way, senior sister, this dress suits you quite well. Would you like to consider changing your career to become a maid?" Wang Feng teased.

"Go away, you smooth talker." Leng Qing gave Wang Feng a cold look.

"Wang Feng is here?" Song Qiming walked out of the room slowly with his hands behind his back, a look of fatigue on his face.

"Well, old man, you don't look very well. What's wrong?" Wang Feng glanced at Song Qiming and frowned slightly.

"Oh, don't mention it. I sprained my waist last night. I'm getting old~" Song Qiming leaned on a chair and sighed, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.

"Have you sprained your waist? It's a small problem, leave it to me!" Wang Feng patted his chest and volunteered.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you are a famous miracle doctor, come on." Song Qiming smiled.

Wang Feng walked behind Song Qiming, his hands glowing with a milky white light, his expression filled with excitement and anticipation.

"I hope I can copy it to the divine gift!" he muttered to himself.

Wang Feng skillfully patted Song Qiming's waist a few times. The healing energy penetrated into Song Qiming's body and, combined with the ability of [Cell Strengthening], quickly repaired the damaged waist tissue.

At the same time, a colorful prompt box popped up in front of Wang Feng.

[Dimensional Mystery] Divine Gift: Requires Ninth Realm + Mental Power to unlock.

Wang Feng: …

Good news, copied.

The bad news is that it’s not a forbidden spell that can’t be used!

"Eh? It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm okay." Song Qiming moved his waist and felt a lot more relaxed. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Grandpa, be careful and don't sprain your waist again." Wang Feng's mouth twitched. He felt a little helpless, but still reminded with a smile.

bell~

Just then, the shop doorbell rang, and the crisp sound echoed in the shop.

"Wang Feng, Wang Feng! We have an important commission!" Lingling's childish and clear voice came from the door.

He ran quickly to Wang Feng's side, his big eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Big commission? What big commission?" Wang Feng raised his eyebrows and looked down at Lingling.

"It's a world-class commission, issued by the Victoria family in England. Come and see for yourself!"

Lingling took out a small computer, on which was the official website of the World Hunter Alliance.

And the one pinned to the top is exactly what Lingling mentioned as the 'big commission'.

(End of this chapter)