"Lord Judgment Envoy, something, something fell!" a Judicator suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the sky, his voice filled with panic.
Cold Green was startled and quickly looked up, only to see a blue figure descending from the sky, rapidly falling towards their location.
"Wind Disc!" Cold Green reacted extremely quickly, and a green star map instantly appeared under her feet.
Immediately after, a whirlwind formed above her head, steadily catching the falling blue figure.
Cold Green frowned slightly, looking down at the man in the blue suit.
"Unconscious? One punch?"
His clothes on his abdomen were torn, replaced by a large purplish-blue fist print.
"Huh? Senior Sister, you're here?" A familiar voice came from above.
Cold Green looked up and saw Wang Feng leaping down from a high altitude, a faint smile on his face, landing steadily in front of her.
"Wang Feng? What's going on?"
"He's one hundred twenty million, oh no, he's the Blue-Clad Deacon, code-named Mokui."
As he spoke, Wang Feng handed the roster in his hand to Cold Green.
Cold Green took the roster and quickly flipped through it.
It detailed the names and relevant information of one Blue-Clad Deacon, three Black Cultists, and forty-five Gray-Clad Cultists.
"You...where did you get all these?" Cold Green looked up, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.
"That's a long story, I won't go into detail."
"In short, everyone listed above, except for a few who infiltrated Pearl Institute, are all controlled by me in the storeroom on the eighth floor. Oh, and one Black Cultist was dealt with by me, right on the top floor of the office building."
Upon hearing this, Cold Green took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart.
She handed the roster in her hand to her subordinates beside her, her tone decisive:
"Go, send a few people to Pearl Institute and arrest those Gray-Clad Cultists."
"The others, seal off the entire building and bring everyone back to the Judgment Association!"
"Yes, Lord Judgment Envoy!" The subordinate took the roster and quickly acted.
Cold Green turned her head to look at Wang Feng, a complex look in her eyes: "You've made a great contribution this time, but next time, don't be so impulsive. After all, the Black Vatican is not to be trifled with."
Wang Feng smiled: "Don't worry, Senior Sister, didn't I bring you a big gift? Besides, time was pressing, and I didn't have time to notify you."
Cold Green shook her head helplessly, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward: "Alright, you get major credit this time. When this matter is over, I'll treat you to a meal."
"No problem." Wang Feng readily agreed, then blinked: "However, Senior Sister, you must give me the bounty for these people. Your junior brother is very poor right now."
"Don't worry, I won't deduct it from you." Cold Green smiled slightly.
"Oh no!" Wang Feng's expression suddenly changed.
"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Cold Green's expression also became tense.
"I almost forgot about the commission!" Wang Feng finished speaking, turned around, and rushed towards the sixth floor of the office building.
...
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
Wang Feng, as usual, came to the Qingtian Hunter Agency.
Pushing open the door, he habitually looked towards the counter, only to find that it wasn't the old man Song Qiming watching the shop today, but Cold Green.
Cold Green wore a maid's apron, her long, straight black hair softly draped over her shoulders, exuding a cold and elegant aura.
"Senior Sister, are you done with work?"
Cold Green looked up at him, the corners of her mouth curving slightly: "Hmm, just in time, your bounty has also come down, a total of one hundred eighty million."
As she spoke, she took a card from under the counter, placed it on the desktop, and pushed it towards Wang Feng.
Wang Feng took the card, his eyebrows raised, and he asked in surprise: "One hundred eighty million? Why is there an extra five hundred thousand?"
"The extra five hundred thousand is an additional reward from the Judgment Association. This operation not only captured the Blue-Clad Deacon but also, by following the clues, took down a branch of the Black Vatican. It's no small achievement."
Upon hearing this, Wang Feng's lips curved into a smile: "It seems the Judgment Association is quite generous."
Cold Green glanced at him: "What, too much? Should I help you return it?"
"No, no, no!" Wang Feng quickly waved his hand, put the card into his pocket, and said with a grin: "How could I refuse Senior Sister's kindness? Besides, I'm as poor as a church mouse and really need money."
Cold Green chuckled softly and shook her head: "You, earning so much and still complaining about being poor all day."
"No choice, there are too many places to spend money. By the way, Senior Sister, you look quite good in this outfit. Have you considered changing careers to become a maid?" Wang Feng teased.
"Go away, you smooth talker." Cold Green rolled her eyes at Wang Feng.
"Wang Feng is here?" Song Qiming walked out of the room slowly with his hands behind his back, a hint of fatigue on his face.
"Hmm, old man, you don't look so good, what's wrong?" Wang Feng glanced at Song Qiming, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Ai, don't mention it, I strained my back last night, getting old ~" Song Qiming leaned on a chair, sighed, his tone a bit self-deprecating.
"Strained your back? Small problem, leave it to me!" Wang Feng patted his chest, volunteering.
"Oh, I almost forgot, you're a famous divine doctor. Come on, come on." Song Qiming smiled.
Wang Feng walked behind Song Qiming, his hands glowing with milky white light, his expression showing a hint of excitement and anticipation.
"Hopefully, I can replicate the Divine Talent!" he muttered to himself.
Wang Feng skillfully patted Song Qiming's waist a few times. The Healing energy permeated Song Qiming's body, and with the help of [Cell Reinforcement] ability, it quickly repaired the damaged waist tissue.
At the same time, a colorful prompt box popped up in front of Wang Feng.
[Dimensional Mystery] Divine Talent: Requires Ninth Realm + Mental Power to unlock.
Wang Feng:...
Good news, replicated it.
Bad news, it's a Forbidden spell and cannot be used!
"Eh? It doesn't hurt anymore, that's good." Song Qiming moved his waist, feeling much lighter, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Be careful, old man, don't strain your back again." Wang Feng's mouth twitched, feeling a bit helpless inside, but he still smiled and reminded him.
Ring ~
Just then, the shop door's bell rang, its clear sound echoing through the shop.
"Wang Feng, Wang Feng! There's a big commission!" Lingling's childish and clear voice came from the doorway.
She quickly ran to Wang Feng's side, her big eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Big commission? What big commission?" Wang Feng raised his eyebrows, looking down at Lingling.
"It's a world-class commission, published by the Commissioned by Leah family from England. Never mind, just see for yourself!"
Lingling took out a small laptop, displaying the official website of the World Hunter Alliance.
And at the top was the 'big commission' Lingling mentioned.