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Chapter 196
Felicity wore a smug expression, clearly proud of her rapid rise from a nameless inspector to the deputy chief of Sagen’s Inspection Department. It had taken her only a year and a half to reach this point, and her methods, though brutal, had proven effective. The Green Bamboo Association’s grip on Sagen’s major cities had been loosened, their influence shattered under Felicity’s iron fist. When she was appointed as deputy chief, she didn’t hesitate to personally lead the charge against them, using force to dismantle their network. Now, the members of the Green Bamboo Association steered clear of her.
Despite her accomplishments, there was one disadvantage: she couldn’t openly publicize her identity. Her methods were harsh, and not everyone appreciated her approach.
Angelica quickly motioned for Felicity to silence herself when the deputy chief’s verbal jabs at Nash grew more pointed. “Felice, stop embarrassing Mr. Calcraft. His identity is more complex than you could imagine…” Angelica said in a low voice, trying to diffuse the situation.
Felicity snorted dismissively. “What? Isn’t he just some random director of some random place? You think any random person can have the same talent and power as me?” She flicked her hair back and crossed her arms.
Angelica hesitated but then dropped the revelation. “He’s the sworn brother of the Northern Territory’s Warden.”
Felicity’s eyes widened in shock. “Damn…” she muttered, staggering slightly as the realization hit her. “Are you sure about that? How is it possible that he’s the sworn brother of the Northern Territory’s Warden?”
Angelica glanced behind at Nash, who was still some distance away, and whispered, “Because he helped the Warden change his fate…”
Felicity’s expression hardened, her curiosity piqued. “You mean… he cured the Warden?”
Angelica nodded. “That’s right…”
Felicity fell silent for a moment, processing the new information. “Then what does he have to do with the incident involving Wesley?”
Angelica then shared the full story of the Lewis family with Felicity, giving her all the details of the case.
After a half-hour walk, the group reached the edge of Bronze Town. Ahead, a vast lake spread out before them, its surface dotted with lotus flowers and leaves. A 500-meter wooden bridge stretched across the water, leading to the other side. The sun was starting to set, casting a golden hue over the scene, and tourists who had been on the bridge began to leave.
A staff member stood at the entrance to the bridge, stopping any remaining tourists. “I’m sorry, but the tourist attraction is closing soon. All visitors must leave before closing time!”
Angelica frowned as a middle-aged woman with a flower basket strolled toward the bridge. “Why can she get on the bridge?” Angelica asked, irritated.
The staff member explained, “She’s a resident of Bronze Town, and there are no restrictions for local residents.”
Felicity, never one to back down, pulled out a red ID card from her back pocket. “Can I enter with this?” she asked, holding it up with a confident smirk.
The staff member glanced at the ID card and hesitated. “National Special Security Institution?” he asked, eyeing the card with some doubt.
The Special Security Institution was an organization with immense power. Their ID card acted almost like a magical pass, granting access to any location and the cooperation of any organization. However, the staff member still questioned its authenticity.
Felicity, annoyed at the delay, produced her deputy director’s certificate and thrust it toward him. “Whatever. Take a look at this certificate!” she said, her patience wearing thin.
When the staff member saw the words “Deputy Director of Sagen Inspection Department,” his skepticism faded. He nodded, now convinced of her identity. “Hold on a moment, I’ll make a call and report to the higher authorities.”
But before he could make the call, Felicity snatched her certificate back and strode toward the bridge, not waiting for permission.
The staff member attempted to stop her, but Felicity was already in motion. With a quick, precise kick, she knocked him to the ground.
Nash and Angelica stood frozen for a moment, stunned by her audacity.
“Why are you two still standing there?” Felicity called over her shoulder as she marched forward, not pausing for a second. “Let’s go!”
Nash, quickly regaining his composure, followed her, with Angelica not far behind.
The bridge led them to Lotus Cemetery, a serene and somewhat eerie place. Once across, they came upon a wooden fence, behind which sat a small log cabin. The caretaker of the cemetery resided in the cabin, and as the woman from the bridge walked away, the three of them approached.
Inside the cabin, an old man with a wrinkled face and a tobacco pipe looked up as they approached. His frown deepened as he eyed them suspiciously. “Are you tourists?” he asked, his voice rough and gravelly.
Nash nodded politely. “Yes…”
The old man’s gaze hardened. “Are you here to visit the cemetery?”
Felicity stepped forward, her tone official. “We’re from the Inspection Department, and we’re here on business. Please open the door and let us in.”
The old man shook his head, his expression resolute. “I can’t do that. There are rules in Lotus Cemetery. You can’t enter unless you’re related to someone buried here.”
He picked up his tobacco pipe and lit it, exhaling a plume of smoke before adding, “Please go home. I can’t let you in.”
Felicity’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t budge. This was far from over.