Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest
Chapter 1367 - 1365: Blood Moon (7)

Chapter 1367: Chapter 1365: Blood Moon (7)

The benefits of a formal police officer are much better than those of a reserve officer.

On the second day after becoming official, Ronan received his new equipment at the police station.

First were two brand new police uniforms, three pairs of leather boots, a multifunctional utility belt, and a police cap.

Then he was issued a service weapon.

A seventy percent new revolver named "Doug"!

This revolver is the standard weapon for Kingdom of Rand officers, its cylinder can hold six copper-cased bullets, with an effective range of about 50 meters, and it has high shooting accuracy.

As for swords, the station does not issue them to officers; they need to be purchased based on personal preference and habit.

And changing into this outfit, the newly minted officer Ronan was freshly baked.

When he patrolled the streets, he clearly felt the surrounding gazes were different—a bit more of reverence.

Since old Hart was still on sick leave, Ronan continued to patrol alone for the next few days.

But he also took the opportunity to do some side work.

Ronan found a broker nearby to help him look for a new place to live.

The conditions of the apartment he currently lived in were really too poor, he was just enduring it temporarily because of economic constraints.

Now that Ronan had received a large bounty, he naturally wouldn’t wrong himself anymore.

However, before he found a new house, trouble came again.

That day, after finishing his patrol, Ronan punched out from the police station and on the way back to his residence, a few tails quietly appeared behind him.

At this moment, the sky was gradually getting darker, and as he passed through the dim alley of the apartment, he suddenly stopped and turned around, seeing several big men blocking the alleyway.

One of them sneered and said, "Officer Ronan, our boss wants to meet you, come with us!"

Ronan’s eyes narrowed.

He recognized that the other party was one of the three who cornered him in the dark alley just when he arrived.

Ronan remembered he had used a police baton to break the man’s arm, but he didn’t expect him to recover so quickly and be lively again?

He also saw the badges on their chests.

Jello Brotherhood!

"Scram!"

Ronan coldly spat out a word, placing his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

The management of firearms in the Kingdom of Rand is very strict, officers at the rank of policeman can only carry guns while on duty or executing a mission, and need to return them to the police station’s armory when not in use.

Only at the rank of detective are they allowed to take guns home.

So Ronan’s only weapon on hand was a Cross Sword he had just purchased a couple of days ago.

The three members of the Jello Brotherhood glanced at each other, all showing mocking smiles.

The guy whom Ronan had broken the arm of lifted his coat, revealing two revolvers tucked at his waist.

He licked his lips, staring at Ronan with indescribable malevolence: "Officer Ronan, I advise you to be sensible..."

Before the gangster could finish his sentence, a sharp flash of light appeared in his vision.

His throat suddenly went cold, and he couldn’t speak any further.

A long, slender throwing knife appeared at the center of his throat, the blade piercing through entirely and sticking out the back of his neck.

His two companions were in exactly the same situation, experiencing the taste of a throat-piercing knife just as fairly.

The three Jello Brotherhood members, who had done countless bad deeds, fell to the ground like whipped dogs, spasming for a moment before becoming motionless.

Ronan walked over unhurriedly, dragging their bodies into a side alley.

He opened a manhole cover to the sewer there, then tossed the three bodies inside.

A series of "plop" sounds echoed one after another.

The sewer system in Lande City is ancient, and with the city’s expansion underwent multiple developments and renovations, it has since become an unfathomable underground maze.

In this maze, there’s a mass of vagrants, beggars, criminals, and runaway slaves.

This underground world is extremely dark, even Demon Hunting Men and Night Watchman wouldn’t dare to tread lightly, let alone police officers.

Old Hart had repeatedly cautioned the young Ronan never to venture into the sewers.

Otherwise, he might not even know how he died!

Some thieves and wanted criminals would use the sewers as escape routes, and the old officer worried that Ronan might impulsively follow them and waste his life in vain.

The complexity of Lande City’s sewer system also makes it an excellent place for corpse disposal.

Ronan didn’t touch anything on the Jello Brotherhood members, including their firearms.

He believed that the "Giant Rats" inhabiting the sewers would certainly deal with it cleanly!

After patting his hands, Ronan covered the manhole and then walked out of the dark alley.

Just as he headed toward his apartment, he suddenly looked up at a nearby building.

Bam!

Someone hurriedly slammed a window shut.

Ronan didn’t bother paying attention.

No matter what the other person saw, as long as they hadn’t lost their mind, they wouldn’t dare to say a word.

Not minding other people’s business is a survival strategy for the common folk in Lower City District!

But this incident also reminded Ronan that he needed to move out of this complicated area as soon as possible.

Otherwise, there would be a lot more trouble.

The next morning, when Ronan was out on patrol again, a middle-aged man blocked his way, nodding and bowing as he greeted, "Good morning, officer."

Ronan smiled and said, "Mr. Liu Yisi, I suppose you have good news for me."

This slick-haired middle-aged man was the broker Ronan had hired a few days ago, or a real estate agent.

The middle-aged man took off his hat, smiling apologetically, "You guessed right!"

Ronan glanced around, pointing to a nearby coffee shop and saying, "Let’s go in there and sit for a while."

This broker was quite capable; he had found three housing options according to Ronan’s requirements.

"Officer, I’m really sorry."

Mr. Liu Yisi apologized, "There aren’t many houses that meet your requirements; for now, these are the only ones I’ve found. Please forgive me, if there’s enough time..."

Ronan waved his hand, signaling that the broker didn’t need to keep talking.

He carefully reviewed the information the broker had provided, comparing them mentally.

The results were not very satisfactory.

Lande is a port city with a population of hundreds of thousands, and that’s just the registered residents; the number of people actually living here is much higher.

The Upper City District, where aristocrats reside, is fine, but the Lower City District has become increasingly overcrowded in recent years. Rental housing is always in high demand, and it’s hard to find houses with good living conditions.

The three housing options recommended were not ideal.

Ronan didn’t want the hassle of moving again and hoped to find his new residence in one go.

Liu Yisi, observing Ronan’s expression, took out several more papers from his briefcase: "Officer, here are a few more houses outside the city. Would you like to take a look?"

Hmm?

With interest, Ronan took them over.

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Offering the first update.