From any angle, the Investigation Bureau is humanity's last hope. It stands like a raised torch, dispelling darkness and representing an indomitable will and belief, yet within such a positive organization, an anomaly emerged.
Inside the meeting room, everyone stared at Han Fei's eyeball placed on the table, recalling the demands he made to the director.
"You want death row convicts?" If asked privately, Li Xue might agree, but at the meeting, she shook her head and refused Han Fei: "Pick something else."
"Then can I replenish some ghost blood? My personality ability causes mental pollution and requires periodic removal with ghost blood." Han Fei compromised a step.
"Okay." Although ghost blood is scarce, everyone has a limit to their capacity, so no one in the Investigation Bureau found Han Fei's demand excessive.
