If there's a sky above Zone 9, today's situation in Zone 9 should be described as if the sky has been poked with small holes.
Feng Mu got up, did morning exercises, washed up, and had breakfast with everyone.
Second Senior Sister Liu Xie and Sixth Senior Brother Wang Yu were not there; they had hurriedly left in the middle of the night while Feng Mu was deeply asleep.
"Looks like there's another major case in Zone 9," Zhao Zhixin said.
Everyone seemed used to it. After all, Zone 9's security situation is well-known. Every so often, a big case would occur, and [Douqiong Martial Arts Hall] has made a significant and indelible contribution to this.
Yuan Xidi quickly finished his breakfast. His hand, wrapped in bandages, gently patted Feng Mu's shoulder, with a hint of feigned regret in his tone:
"Little Junior Brother, the Hidden Sect of the Investigation Corps has been repaired; my holiday ends here."
