Hearing Ji Chen's words, Yan Chen's gaze deepened, and the blue moonlight draped him in a layer of cold colors.
With a somber face, he asked in a calm tone, "More complicated matters? What are they?"
Ji Chen looked down and said softly, "It's said... that those thugs are not ordinary people but Cataclysmics."
"They might have some kind of Disaster Medication or ability that can manipulate women."
"So, they took advantage of last week's Chaos... um... to seize and violate several family members of department heads and section chiefs who had been dismissed."
Hearing Ji Chen's words, Yan Chen's gaze slightly contracted, clearly a bit shocked as well.
To seize and violate the families of a few dismissed department heads and section chiefs was no small matter. Once it got out, it would be a huge scandal.
Before he could fully process this news, Ji Chen continued, "And... their Catastrophe Power seems to be derived from worshiping an Evil God..."
At this, even someone as composed as Yan Chen struggled to control his expression.
He furrowed his brow, considering a certain possibility.
"You... aren't about to tell me, are you, that the Evil God they worship is the one honored by the Qin Family?"
By now, sweat had formed on Ji Chen's forehead. He dare not wipe it away but simply nodded, saying succinctly, "According to Qiu Tu, it is so."
"Huh!" Yan Chen exhaled a deep breath of white air.
That breath, like a white chain, headed toward a cluster of flowers not far away.
The next second, as the white chain descended into the flowers, a patch of precious blooms immediately withered, as if their life essence had been sucked away.
Seeing this, Yanyan let out a cry, released Yan Chen's arm, and ran towards the flowers, hitching up her dress.
She knelt down, her face full of distress as she gazed at the wilted flowers scattered on the ground.
Meanwhile, Ji Chen was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound, simply standing there with his head bowed.
Seeing this, Yan Chen's face turned ashen, and he let out a cold snort before commanding, "Tell Qiu Tu to come see me now, immediately, right away!"
After speaking, he didn't even bother to check on Yanyan, instead striding away with an ashen face toward the villa.
Ji Chen bowed behind him, "Yes!"
After giving his respect, Ji Chen straightened up and wiped his sweat.
Seeing Yan Chen walk away, he gave a subtle signal to a few maidservants not far off.
The maidservants quickly understood and rushed over, competing to help Yanyan up, "Miss, please get up. Don't touch those flowers; it's dangerous."
"Yes, Miss, it's cold outside. Let's go back to your room and rest," another added.
Yanyan was a bit petulant at first, her eyes reddening as she clung to the flowers, refusing to leave.
But in this house, everything clearly revolved around Yan Chen. Now, with Yan Chen enraged, no one dared to provoke him in such a situation; they all just wanted peace and safety.
So, they half-dragged, half-carried Yanyan back to the villa.
Once Yanyan was taken back into the villa, the now deserted garden saw Ji Chen glance at the withered cluster of flowers and click his tongue.
Then he took out his phone, standing amidst the flowers, and directly called Qiu Tu to tell him to come and report to Yan Chen...
Qiu Tu arrived at the City Center Garden Villa twenty minutes later.
He was dressed in a crisp, black detective uniform, with a shining double-petaled epaulette on his shoulder, eliciting salutes and greetings from all the agents he passed.
After parking, he entered the villa and hadn't walked far when he heard a muffled cry of a young girl.
Following the sound, Qiu Tu turned his head and saw a beautiful girl crying on a sofa in a side room while several maidservants whispered comforting words to her.
Qiu Tu recognized the girl's identity: Yan Chen's daughter, Yanyan.
So, he watched her for a couple of seconds before signaling to a maid standing by, asking, "What's this about?"
Seeing Qiu Tu's inquiry, the maid replied with an embarrassed look, "The Bureau Chief damaged Miss's flowers, and she's upset about it."
Qiu Tu's gaze landed on the withered blossoms on the coffee table in front of the girl, thought for a moment, then stepped outside the villa and picked a few fresh flowers of the same variety from the garden.
Recalling a technique he learned in a past life, Qiu Tu hid the fresh flowers and then went to the side room.
Entering the side room, Qiu Tu deliberately made his footsteps a bit heavier.
Upon hearing the "clack clack" of boots on the ground, Yanyan, with tear-streaked cheeks, looked up towards Qiu Tu.
Seeing a stranger, her expression became a bit timid.
Qiu Tu, noticing this, asked with a congenial smile, "Did I just see a beautiful young lady crying here?"
"Has something bad happened?"
Yanyan seemed shy around strangers, so she looked up imploringly at the maid beside her.
Upon seeing this, the maid slightly bowed to Qiu Tu, "Agent Qiu."
Although they had seen Qiu Tu many times and knew he wasn't a stranger, they weren't fully aware of his current position.
Qiu Tu wasn't bothered. He walked over, then looked at the withered flowers on the table with feigned surprise, "Is this beautiful young lady crying over the wilting of these flowers?"
From the reactions of the maidservants, Yanyan had realized that Qiu Tu wasn't a stranger. So, although she still didn't speak to him, she wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and nodded her head lightly.
Seeing this, Qiu Tu offered a comforting smile, "Every flower has its own blooming season. Birth, bloom, flourish, wither, fall; it's a complete cycle."