Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest
Chapter 1364 - 1362 Blood Moon (4)

Chapter 1364: Chapter 1362 Blood Moon (4)

"Awesome!"

At the Black Elf Bar, Old Hart downed his mug of ale in one go with a "glug glug glug," showcasing an expression of utmost satisfaction.

He had been mentoring Ronan for a month, yet today was the first time he received such a "gesture of respect" from the latter.

It hadn’t been easy!

Ronan waved over the barmaid and ordered another drink for Old Hart.

Such a "generous and straightforward" act left Old Hart a bit stunned. He asked incredulously, "Young Ronan, do you have something you need my help with?"

"Just to be clear, I might help with small matters, but big ones are out of my league!"

Ronan smiled and said, "It’s nothing, sir. Just buying you a few drinks to thank you for the care you’ve given me over this period."

Old Hart had been a police officer for decades. Although he was quite slick and liked to take small advantages,

he took care of Ronan, the trainee officer, and shared a lot of experience with him.

Of course, expecting him to take a bullet for Ronan was entirely unrealistic.

The opposite was more likely.

Old Hart laughed heartily, "You’ve become smarter, kid. You only realized I was right after learning the hard way, huh?"

Ronan took the opportunity to ask, "Officer, do you know which gang the thief from yesterday belongs to?"

The Upper City District of Lande City was mainly home to nobles, officials, and wealthy merchants, with excellent environment and security.

In contrast, the Lower City District and port areas were a mix of various gangs, both large and small.

Ronan had been in the Third Precinct for just a month, with limited understanding of the local situation, and was unsure which force had set the ambush against him.

To avenge his predecessor, he needed to first identify the opposing party.

"That guy should be from the Jello Brotherhood."

Old Hart replied without hesitation, "The Jello Brotherhood is not to be messed with. Yesterday, you were too impulsive; I couldn’t stop you, and couldn’t keep up. Luckily, you weren’t seriously hurt."

The Jello Brotherhood had risen in the Lower City District in recent years, led by the ruthless and formidable Jello Sakrey, expanding rapidly and influencing over five blocks.

Most importantly, the Jello Brotherhood has backing.

In fact, any gang able to establish itself in the Lower City District and port areas has support, usually acting as a visible glove for some noble, businessman, or even councilor, used as a tool for profit.

Old Hart advised, "Young Ronan, since you’re alright, don’t think about revenge. If something like this happens again, just stay away. They won’t go too far either."

Fighting against gangs had never been the duty or work of precinct officers.

With forces like the Jello Brotherhood, the Third Precinct stood no chance. If conflict truly broke out, the precinct would definitely be razed with no chance of luck.

Although the Kingdom strictly regulated guns, ordinary people couldn’t buy or carry firearms without a special permit, and illegally possessing weapons would be met with a thunderous crackdown.

However, rules were rules; in reality, no gang was without firearm weapons.

To truly eliminate a gang, the Rand City Main Police Department or even the Garrison Army would have to be mobilized!

For officers like Old Hart and Ronan, their main task was to maintain street order, at most apprehending wanted criminals.

"Keep your eyes open next time."

In exchange for a couple of mugs of ale, Old Hart patiently advised, "Tomorrow, I’ll teach you how to identify gang members to prevent making the same mistake again."

Actually, the local gangs and the precinct have an understanding; both sides don’t meddle in each other’s affairs. Gangs won’t cause big trouble in the precinct’s jurisdiction, and the precinct has to turn a blind eye to some gang activities.

Ronan, being new, didn’t understand the unwritten rules and ended up suffering quietly.

In truth, Old Hart knew very well that Ronan’s incident was unlikely to be a coincidence and had other reasons.

But he would never reveal this and certainly wouldn’t stand up for Ronan.

Not meddling in others’ business was precisely the secret to this old officer’s decades of surviving steadily!

About an hour later, Ronan returned to his residence.

A small room of less than ten square meters, with a tiny desk lamp no more than 10 watts, accompanied by a simple wooden bed and desk.

No kitchen, no bathroom.

To address physiological needs, he had to go to the public toilet outside or place a wooden bucket in the cramped room.

Ronan wasn’t too concerned about living conditions.

But the thought of changing residence grew even stronger.

In such a place, he couldn’t even freely use his fists and feet, so how could it meet Ronan’s needs for body training and martial practice?

The worst part was the poor soundproofing here.

The banging and cries for help from the next room could be heard clearly!

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, Ronan closed his eyes.

He activated his spiritual energy to block his hearing, letting his thoughts sink into the Sea of Consciousness to start a new training session.

Invisible spiritual power poured out, silently and unconsciously filling every corner of the small room.

The fleas and small insects lurking in the wall corners, desks, and floor seams seemed to face an apocalypse, fleeing frantically, with some slower ones getting crushed into dust.

Meanwhile, outside the window, the moon in the firmament emitted a faint blood glow.

This sign indicated that the day of the Blood Moon was approaching!

In the next few days, Ronan patrolled the district with Old Hart, learning more knowledge and experience.

Because he became more "generous," occasionally offering Old Hart treats like hot dogs and coffee, which greatly improved the latter’s impression of him.

Getting the advantage, Old Hart shared his precious experience of many years with Ronan, truthfully and completely.

He found this young man quite decent and patted Ronan’s shoulder with sentiment saying, "I’ll apply to the higher-ups to have you officially on staff as soon as possible."

Under normal circumstances, without merited service or instructions from above, Ronan’s shortest official employment period would be three months.

Three months to become official was considered excellent, as many probationary officers took six months or even failed to make it official by the deadline.

"Thank you, officer."

While expressing his gratitude, Ronan’s gaze swept over the bustling crowd.

A nimble figure appeared in Ronan’s line of sight, instantly awakening his memory.

Ronan immediately recognized the person as the thief who had lured him into a dark alley a few days ago!

As Ronan noticed him, the shifty-eyed fellow looked at Ronan too, showing not even a trace of fear, but instead a smile full of provocation.

Ronan maintained a blank expression, avoiding eye contact with the man.

Yet he memorized this guy’s appearance firmly in his mind.

The next moment, the thief vanished into the bustling crowd.

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Here’s the second update.