At noon, Li Xin got his meal in the cafeteria and continued to read the files in the archive room while eating. Meng Po also delivered his salary, which totaled 1,600 Lira including the bonus from the F785 case. The compensation was quite good, but compared to his previous life in the Underground City, it was like wealth falling from the sky. Just thinking about how an Immortal could earn more by casually delivering two packages made it seem less exciting.
Of course, as a Night Patrol with ideals and a sense of Justice, he regarded money like dirt.
In the afternoon, the Drunk arrived, carrying a strong scent of alcohol. He rubbed his bald head, "Li Yinxiao."
"Old Yan, sit down. Let's skip the meeting room and have a simple chat."
"Alright, Meng Po told me. I'm good at tracking. Snake Skin and Broken Gong are amateurs, using the alcohol scent to lock down—it's my unique skill," said the Drunk.
