71: Chapter 70 What kind of humanoid Gundam is this? (Eye-catching)

Office of the Director of the Public Security Bureau, Chu Province, Wushi—

Wushi was considered to have relatively good public security among cities in central Xia. Over the years, while there were inevitably some minor and major cases, even criminal ones, that was unavoidable.

After all, the Municipal Bureau was responsible for coordinating and managing public security for the entire city. It was not strange for cases to appear frequently. As long as no heinous incidents occurred, it was almost considered a very peaceful city.

Over these many years, as the Municipal Bureau Director, Jiang He felt very satisfied. Having been commended by the province multiple times, he felt that if he put in a bit more effort, perhaps at his advanced age, he could still get a promotion.

"Director, this is this year's resident safety satisfaction survey report."

A police officer walked in, his face full of smiles, and placed a stack of documents on the table.

"Oh, what are the statistics?" Hearing this, Jiang He immediately sat up straight, his eyes brightening slightly.

"Director, the satisfaction rate is 99%. We are the best in the province again this year, and even nationally, we are among the top!"

The young police officer was incredibly excited as he spoke. This was a big deal; he estimated that the bureau would have quite a generous bonus pool this year.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad! However, Xiao Yuan, you also need to be more composed. We hold positions that serve the people; in the future, when facing the public, you must remain calm regardless of praise or humiliation."

Jiang He was also excited inside, but he had to maintain his composure in front of his subordinate.

Ninety-nine percent—he estimated that a promotion really wasn't a dream!

Ring, ring, ring!

Suddenly, a hurried ringing sound erupted. Seeing this, Jiang He waved his hand to signal the other person to leave first.

Only then did Jiang He answer the phone.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Shenzhen Nanshan Branch? Oh, it's Director Lu Feiming, right? Good. I wonder, what is it that you..."

"Ah? A file has been sent over, and you need us to pay extra attention to it?"

Hearing this, Jiang He was stunned.

"Uh, Director Lu, right? What exactly is going on? Why does a resident file need extra attention? Is this person some kind of dangerous individual?"

As the other party recounted everything in detail, Director Jiang slumped into his chair.

"Hello! Director Jiang, are you still there? It's like this: this person's original household registration is in Chu Province, and he is currently on his way back. He will likely arrive in your Chu Province soon. For specific details, you can pay attention to the recent news and the announcements posted on our branch's official website."

After the other side hung up, Jiang He rubbed his temples and quickly opened his phone.

Browsing through the relevant information, the more he read, the more shocked he became. Especially the pixelated fight video released by the Nanshan Branch; it made his heart race with fear.

Good grief, this isn't just a person, it's a humanoid Gundam.

Especially the cement floor that had been cracked by a kick, the heavy iron door that had been dented from being hit, and those airtight, overwhelming, and lethal moves that left no room for reaction.

Just looking at it made one's heart pound violently.

In an instant, Director Jiang felt that his promotion might be put on hold.

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On the high-speed train from Shenzhen to Wushi, Li Changsheng sat with his eyes slightly closed, circulating his energy.

After bidding farewell to Zhang Youdao and having a moving company clear out his home, Li Changsheng packed his luggage casually and boarded the high-speed train to Wushi.

"The environment of a high-speed train is a bit lacking for practicing Internal Alchemy Meditation. Longevity Qigong also requires simple movements for support, so I can't practice that either."

Helpless, Li Changsheng had no choice but to open his eyes and look out the window. He was sitting in a window seat, where he could just happen to see the magnificent landscape of his motherland.

The country had developed rapidly over these years, and many places were visibly improving.

Li Changsheng remembered that when he first came out, he had to take the old "green-skinned" slow trains because the high-speed rail to Shenzhen hadn't opened in Wushi back then.

But even on a high-speed train, the lingering smell of instant noodles never seemed to dissipate. Along with the smell of smelly feet coming from the side—sour and carrying a hint of leather.

"Honey, I'm coming back today. I'm on the high-speed train now. Ah, it's like this: the doctor in Shenzhen didn't look very reliable. I went to treat my hair loss, but the doctor himself was bald—isn't that ridiculous? Hey, hey, I'll be back soon. I just happened to be on a business trip there, so I went to check it out. Don't worry, honey, I won't waste money. That's it, I'm hanging up now."

The middle-aged, slightly balding man sitting next to him put down his phone and let out a long sigh.

His wife at home controlled the money tightly. He had originally just wanted to take a quick look to see if he could fix his persistent hair loss problem with the least amount of money. But the doctor turned out to be unreliable.

Li Changsheng glanced at his protruding belly and the empty cup of instant noodles in front of him, and frowned.

"Brother, if you continue to eat like this, you will continue to lose hair."

"Who are you! Is it any of your business what I eat?" Chen Han said, somewhat displeased. Where did this young man come from? He was just trying to eat, and this guy was cursing him.

"You have smelly feet and are obese. This is seborrheic alopecia, caused by excessive secretion of the sebaceous glands in the hair follicles, which clogs the pores."

Li Changsheng simply didn't want to smell this guy's foot odor. It would be one thing if it was just the smell, but he had taken off his shoes and was shaking his feet, as if he was afraid the stench wouldn't spread far enough.

"Young man, you know about hair loss?" Chen Han perked up immediately, and his tone softened significantly. Mostly, it was because the terms this young man used sounded professional.

"I don't know about hair loss; I've never been bald." Li Changsheng was speechless.

"Haha, my apologies, that was my mistake. So, do you know how to treat it?" Chen Han apologized repeatedly.

"You also have thick dandruff; that should be the issue. Pay attention to your diet, eat more light meals, don't have too much stress, and when you have time, exercise more to relieve the pressure in your mind."

Seeing that the man was relatively sincere, Li Changsheng said a bit more.

The man nodded repeatedly. When talking about hair loss, it naturally connected to the kidneys.

Li Changsheng wasn't originally that professional, but the small booklet the old man had given him recently had truly been a great help.

So, he shared some of the content described by the old man with this brother.

Upon hearing this, the man's face turned red, and he was full of excitement.

When a man reaches middle age, he has the pressure of Wukong, the figure of Bajie, the hairstyle of Shaseng, the nagging of Tang Seng, and the endless "demons" to fight. More importantly, he is getting closer and closer to the Western Paradise.

Li Changsheng had also had some of these symptoms before. Dragging his exhausted body home every day, he couldn't sleep when he lay down. He would sit and light a cigarette, not for any other reason, but just to zone out; sometimes he would sit like that for an hour.

This is also the reason why many middle-aged men like fishing.

(The author says there is a surprise, the old man's secret method. Remember to mark this chapter.)

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The two chatted for a long time. Chen Han asked to exchange phone numbers with Li Changsheng, and by then, the high-speed train had arrived at the station.

Li Changsheng didn't call his grandmother in advance, mainly because he was afraid the old lady would insist on coming to pick him up.

Walking out of the high-speed train station alone, Li Changsheng felt a sense of daze.

Every year, he only returned when the end of the year was approaching, his heart always preoccupied with end-of-year work and the urgency of a holiday that lasted only a few days. Coming back like this, however, was a different feeling.