This is an unspoken, tacit favoritism from within the family.

Zhao Dezheng looked at Zhao Lin, his fanaticism subsided slightly, but the light in his eyes shone even brighter.

Far from intending to follow him back, he seemed to see this as an excellent opportunity presented to him, and happily waved his hand:

"Zhao Lin, you've come at the perfect time!"

Zhao Dezheng raised his hand, his fingers casually tracing a circle, encompassing the entire ruins of the Changsheng Sect stronghold and the stunned Thunder Bureau members:

"Don't rush back. First, take your men and completely take control of this place!"

"Then go clean up the outpost, take control of all remaining personnel, and check every corner!"

Zhao Dezheng paused, then deliberately reminded him:

"By the way, let's help those refugees."

"There's probably more filth inside than we can see!"

Only then did Zhao Dezheng seem to remember the trouble beside him.

He glanced at the pale-faced members of the Thunder Bureau, his tone as casual as if he were instructing a servant:

"As for you, you can go back now."

“I killed the person. Just tell the truth when you go back. There’s no need to cover for me.”

"If anyone asks for details..."

Zhao Dezheng suddenly grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth:

“Just say that I, Zhao Dezheng, have carried out a just verdict. Anyone who disagrees should come and find me in person.”

Zhao Lin showed no surprise at this almost absurd arrangement.

He seemed to be used to Zhao Dezheng's unconventional and unusual way of doing things, or rather... he already had a contingency plan in mind.

However, since this incident is related to Zhao Dezheng and involves the safety and reputation of the Zhao family, it naturally needs to be taken seriously.

With him around, there's absolutely no way this kind of news would have spread.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lin finally lowered his head and glanced at the inspector's corpse on the ground.

Just one glance.

A clear assessment instantly formed in Zhao Lin's mind—