Ten years later.

Mu Sicheng supported his skateboard with one hand, sitting on the side of the road with an ice cream cone in his hand, licking it intermittently. He was watching the entertainment news on the big screen in the shopping mall opposite - [Nine-year-old prodigy Liu Jiayi has entered middle school. Both of his parents are highly educated. They admit that it is natural for the child and there is no secret to his upbringing.]

"Tsk tsk." Mu Sicheng squinted his eyes and complained, "In this involutionary world, children start studying at the age of three."

"Fourth Brother!" Liu Huai came over with a bag of fried chicken, and handed Mu Sicheng a bottle of Coke with sweat all over his face. "You want the Coke? Fried chicken?"

"Didn't I tell you not to buy fried chicken?" Mu Sicheng said somewhat unhappily.

"You treated me to fried chicken before, and I thought I had never been able to treat you back, so..." Liu Huai scratched his head and looked at Mu Sicheng cautiously, "Fourth Brother, are you unhappy?"

"Not really." Mu Sicheng took the bag, picked up a piece with two fingers and took a bite, then turned around and gave Bai Liuhuai a fierce look, "I told you not to keep this in mind."

"Next time I give you something expensive, will you return the favor by buying me a kidney?"

"...How's your father's case going?" Seeing that Liu Huai was still arguing with him about [friends should also give and take], a topic they had argued about countless times, Mu Sicheng interrupted him impatiently and changed the subject, "Did you win the lawsuit against that domestic violence offender?"

"We fought again. Although it was a little difficult to collect evidence, the villagers were very willing to come out and testify." Liu Huai smiled shyly, "So it was relatively smooth."

"Brother, are you still skateboarding?"

Mu Sicheng sat up from the bench, threw the empty Coke can into the trash can like a basketball, and clapped his hands triumphantly: "Let's go back."

"The final exam is coming up. Go back and review. Please draw the key points for me. I hardly listened in class. I don't know how these teachers can make you so hypnotic..."

"...Fourth brother, don't blame the teacher for your own sleepiness. You still need to listen carefully to the professional courses..."

As Liu Huai spoke, he turned around and glanced at Liu Jiayi on the big screen of the commercial street. He was in a trance for a moment. Mu Sicheng followed his gaze and raised his eyebrows: "Come to think of it, this child prodigy has the same surname as you. We were from the same family five hundred years ago, right? You are also good at studying, and she is also good at studying. Her face looks familiar too."

"Feels like your sister."

"How can a brother like me have such a powerful sister?" Liu Huai laughed. He looked at the big screen with some regret. Liu Jiayi, who was wearing a small skirt and accepting media interviews properly, said, "But I do have some kinship with her. She is my aunt's daughter. When her mother was admitted to university, my father called her over to tutor me. But my father beat me so badly at that time that I was afraid of everything he did."

"I was afraid that my aunt would come over and get beaten, and I really didn't want to study, so I stopped doing it."

"My aunt is very smart, and her daughter is indeed very outstanding." Liu Huai smiled softly, and he looked at Liu Jiayi, "I have a special liking for Jiayi. I always feel that she and I might really be brother and sister in one of our past lives."

“But it’s still not better.”

Liu Huai smiled with his eyebrows curved: "Otherwise, if she becomes my sister, she will have to suffer a lot."

Just as Mu Sicheng was about to say something, his phone rang. He looked down and saw - [Caller: Yuan Qingqing]

He paused for a moment before picking up the phone: "Hello?"

"Hello? Classmate Mu Sicheng." Yuan Qingqing's voice was as serious as ever. "This Saturday afternoon at 6 o'clock, the class will have a dinner party. There are currently 36 guests. I sincerely invite you to come and join us."

Mu Sicheng was speechless as to what kind of business invitation this was and he complained: "...Didn't we just get together last month? And we're getting together again this month?"

"This month is our homeroom teacher's 60th birthday, and we all got together to celebrate." Yuan Qingqing explained earnestly, "I've seen the exam schedule for your college. You have an exam next week, right? If time is urgent and you need to review, I can help you explain to your teacher, so you don't have to rush around. When the time comes, you can congratulate your teacher individually. It's just the same if your intention is there."

"...I've almost finished my review, so it's not like I can't go." Mu Sicheng tapped his toes on the skateboard twice and asked awkwardly, "Are you bringing your family?"

Yuan Qingqing said decisively: "Bring him. He wants to come with me."

Mu Sicheng was silent for a minute and said angrily, "How can he be so clingy as a man? He wants to go with you in everything. Can't he give you some private space?"

"......?" Yuan Qingqing was confused, "He's with me, what's wrong?"

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing. I'll be there when the time comes. Please let me know."

He paused: "Squad leader."

"It's my job." Yuan Qingqing added, "Come to dinner on Saturday, and remember to review more and don't fail the exam."

Mu Sicheng hung up the phone, squatted down, and repeatedly pushed the skateboard twice, his entire body visibly emo. Liu Huai next to him patted Mu Sicheng's shoulder sympathetically, as he had become accustomed to his intermittent state of heartbreak.

"You have to learn to let go, Fourth Brother."

Mu Sicheng stood up, picked up his skateboard angrily, and pointed ahead: "Let's go back and review!"

A group of tall, well-trained people in plain clothes walked past Mu Sicheng with a restrained demeanor. The leader had a pair of deep blue eyes. He stared at the front seriously, and another person's voice came from his earphone:

"Captain Tang, the heretics have entered the mall. We have cleared the tourists out of the cinema, and the infiltration team in the back has also cooperated."

Tang Erda took a deep breath and said, "The team ahead is also ready and can be mobilized at any time..."

There was a sudden commotion in the shopping mall in front of him. Tang Erda's eyes flashed and he rushed in instantly. Then he stared at Cen Mingming, who had already taken in all the heretics.

Tang Erda lowered his eyes and glanced at the heretic box that Cen Mingming stepped on. He gritted his teeth and then reluctantly suppressed his temper and said, "This seems to be the heretic we have been keeping an eye on, Captain Cen."

"Yes." Cen Mingming nodded slightly indifferently, "I've taken it in for you. No need to thank me."

Tang Erda took a deep breath, raised his unruly deep blue eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed a bit of inappropriate aggression.

Su Yang on the other side also saw this situation. He was overwhelmed and could only persuade them: "Captain Tang, calm down!"

"Don't clash with Captain Cen in public!"

"We can have a conflict without going to a public place, right?" Tang Erda stared at Cen Mingming's triumphant return with the heretics with an unclear look in his eyes. "Can I trap him in a cubicle in the Heresy Processing Bureau and beat him up?"

"If you want to be beaten by the team." Su Yang sighed helplessly.

When Tang Er heard the name of Fang Tuan, his back stiffened.

"Captain Fang beat you both up last time because of a fight." Su Yang held his forehead, "It's only been a week, Captain Tang, are your injuries still healed?"

"Cen Mingming's injuries haven't healed yet, but he's here to cause trouble!" Tang Er was filled with anger. "We've already said that the field missions will be divided into three teams. It's like he's taking his job. He's madly trying to take the field missions assigned to us. Is he sick?!"

"Accommodating one more heretic won't earn him a penny more!"

At the same time, above the shopping mall.

Mu Ke was dressed neatly and elegantly. He leaned against the fence, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at the Heresy Bureau members coming and going in the mall. He said in a cold tone, "Who is that person?"

“Why do you want us to close our mall?”

"Some people from special departments." The housekeeper explained with cold sweat on his forehead, wondering in his heart why this young master with a fickle temper suddenly came to inspect his chain of shopping malls today. "It's normal procedure."

"Oh, really?" Mu Ke replied indifferently, lowering his eyelids in annoyance, "Okay, go back."

"I don't want to attend the party tonight."

The housekeeper was shocked: "Young Master, this won't do. The old master has been preparing for half a year to prepare this banquet, just to promote you as the heir of the Mu family!"

"The heir of the Mu family." Mu Ke sneered with an ambiguous tone, "When I was not in good health, he didn't think so."

The housekeeper sighed with mixed feelings and said hesitantly, "But you are feeling better now, aren't you?"

"It must be God's blessing that you have become healthy."

Mu Ke paused for a moment.

God bless you?

When he was unhealthy, he really wanted the position of heir to the Mu family, but when he got better, he got everything he wanted, but he was extremely disgusted with everything he saw.

——It was as if these things were exchanged for his most important things.

He always felt irritable and empty inside.

Mu Ke was silent: "I don't want to attend the banquet."

"Let his own bastard come."

The housekeeper was shocked and followed Mu Ke, trying to persuade him earnestly: "You can't be so willful, Mr. Mu..."

Meanwhile, the Bureau of Heresy.

"You are too willful and reckless." Lu Yizhan, who was sitting in the Heretic Management Bureau, was also very speechless. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, looking at Cen Mingming who was recovering in the infirmary, and asked helplessly, "Why do you always go to rob the heretics of the third team?"

Cen Mingming had a gloomy expression and pursed his lips without saying a word.

Yu Fu, who was wearing a white coat, glanced at Cen Mingming tenderly and said, "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

——Then he thrust hard into her.

Lu Yizhan was startled. He felt a little sympathetic when he saw Cen Mingming, whose face was only a little pale: "Fang Dian hit you hard, why didn't you listen?"

——And because you provoked Fang Dian, Captain Yu was also very ruthless in his treatment of you. It was truly a double torture!

Lu Yizhan sighed: "Why are you so stubborn..."

Cen Mingming paused: "I just..."

"I always feel that if I take in one less heretic, a lot of trouble will happen. I must take in a lot of heretics, and keep taking them in."

Seeing Lu Yizhan and Yu Fu staring at him, Cen Mingming pursed his lips and turned his head away, his voice stiff: "...It's just some of my own hunches."

"I won't do that next time."

"There aren't that many heretics recently that require us, Captain Cen, to be so nervous, right?" Yu Fu smiled as she put away the treatment equipment. "Everything is within the normal range."

"The number of heretics was indeed abnormal before, but after a certain point, it became basically normal. Although there are still a large number of dangerous red-level heretics within the load of the Heretic Management Bureau, -"

"——We have two humanoid weapons, Fangdian and Sheta, who can handle it."

"Xie Ta?" Cen Mingming frowned when he heard the name, "I still don't agree with the team using him as a member of the heretic containment team."

"He is a heretic himself and can easily cause pollution. Even with surveillance cameras, there is no guarantee that he will not lose control..."

As he was talking, Sheta, wearing a black surveillance ring as thick as his little finger around his neck, a Heretic Administration uniform, and long boots, walked through the door. He was tall and wore a special black contact lens, but a silver-blue halo could still be seen around the edge of his pupils. Even though he was wearing a formal uniform, he had a strange sense of coldness and inhumanity.

Maybe because of that face that stands out too much, Sheta always looks cold and unpopular.

Even though he heard Cen Mingming saying bad things about him behind his back, Xie Ta's eyes did not shift at all, and he walked past the door of the infirmary without looking around.

Cen Mingming, who was caught on the spot for gossiping, said: "..."

"Captain Cen, you should learn how to properly handle your relationships with colleagues." Yu Fu joked with a smile, "It's not advisable to say bad things about your colleagues behind their backs. If someone hears you again, you'll be put in a sack and beaten up by your colleagues one day."

Cen Mingming, who had already been beaten by Tang Er with a sack, said: "..."

Sheita lowered her eyelashes and knocked gently on the office door of the captain of the True Cross Inquisition.

Fang Dian's cheerful voice soon came from inside: "Xie Ta, right? Please come in!"

Xie Ta pushed the door open and walked in. Wu Ruishu was standing by the desk, holding a document. He pushed his glasses up stiffly and bowed to Xie Ta as a greeting. Then he turned around and said, "The number of heretics has indeed returned to normal recently. It is far less than before. I don't know what happened. The field teams of Team 2 and Team 3 are currently investigating."

"I see." Fang nodded. She took the document that Wu Ruishu handed to her and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work. I can look at the rest myself."

Wu Ruishu blushed and waved his hands excitedly: "It's not a hard-working team!"

"I, I'm going out first!"

He avoided the tower as he passed by it, and it was obvious that he was still a little scared.

"He's not used to working with you yet." Fang Dian put down the documents with a smile and made a sitting gesture to Xie Ta, "Are you used to working in the Heretic Administration?"

"Spade, or do you prefer the name Tavel?"