Chapter 6: White Coated Menace

The law enforcement in Ercas Mir was divided to two branches.

Local branches of law enforcement were the police force in cities and disciplinary bureau in clans. Both were composed by indigenous. The local branches were under the supervision of the governing groups of their cities and clans, and the one of the five powers that in sovereignty on the area.

General branches of law enforcement were forces of the five powers, stationed alongside the local branches of cities and clans, who dealt with all things foreign, such as foreigner’s registration and crime. Prime examples are the checkpoints before entry to cities and clans.

Zax strode imperiously into the five stories police station. His killing intent was suppressed, for now, but any officer he passed or approached him felt a sense of urgency far above what their pay grade was worth.

It should be mentioned that be it local branches or general branches, nearly all of their officers were first realm cultivators between the Core Breaker and the Mist Lord levels.

Although in comparison to New Earth, Ercas Mir was at the forefront of the Martial path; its ruling powers were still in short quantity of second realm experts to make them the standard of law enforcement.

With that in mind, it should be understood why the moment Zax stepped inside the ground floor of the station building, silence filled the room.

The air he exuded was an intentional sign of his strong soul and overall cultivation. Conversely, his weird white coat attire, in addition to being barefooted, caused the onlookers suspect the stability of his mind state.

Ignoring the complicated gazes he received from men and women in Blessed Army and Monivore city law enforcement uniforms, his vision locked on a close by female cadet who stood motionlessly, hoping for a senior to come and help her break the imposing eye contact with this eccentric expert.

“Take me to the Martial Mortal in charge here”. His voice was steady, not loud not quiet, with a hint of something irrefutable.

This was the manner that separate realms, meaning only cultivators of the same caliber could hold an even conversation.

“Martial Mortal...” The female cadet was stumped, the concept of her being familiar with any Martial Mortal the being qualified to attend his or her guests, was nothing short than ludicrous.

Hearing him from the side, a graying, shoulder length haired female officer, cautiously and politely stepped in to interrupt.

“Excuse me, sir, my name is Belli Ar, I am one of the sergeants over watching this shift. Monivore’s law enforcement is managed by Commissioner Du Jev”.

Despite the backing the police station had and its entitlement to moderate behavior even from Peak Core Masters, when an expert walked in and conducted himself haughtily, all first realm officers were instructed not to affront him in any way, in order to avoid an incident.

Belli Ar continued. “He currently out of office. Is there maybe something that I can do for you?”

Zax averted his gaze to Belli Ar, “Gadik Dewgong, where can I find him?” He asked, restraining the infuriated coldness from emanating.

Belli Ar was momentarily stunned, yet regained her composure quickly. “Sir, this is Monivore city’s police station. Yes, we have information on every resident of the city, but when the person in question is of the Dewgong family, then apologizes, our hands are tied in both means and authority to do anything. I can only refer you to the mayor’s office building”.

“Hands are tied?” Zax was not entertained by the irony or convinced by Belli Ar’s sincerity.

“Yes-”

BOOM!

Zax stomped, causing the entire five stories building to shake.

Glowing, green pictograms appeared inside and outside the building, its protective formation.

“When this city’s police reported the finding of a washed expert’s body and brought him over to the morgue adjacent to this station, someone, an officer, and I don’t care in what department, let Gadik Dewgong know about the matter”. As Zax spoke the dark attribute worldly energy in the air resonated with his soul, extending a minor pulse that jolted the sea of consciousness of the officers in the entire floor.

Not just officers were affected. People who were also in the station, for whatever reason, suffered the same consequences.

Fortunately, Zax did not aim to kill anyone, yet. He made sure to lower the frequency of the pulse so at most those below the Mist Master level would only lose consciousness.

Belli Ar complexion was terrible. She certainly was aware of the washed expert report from couple of weeks ago. Such cases were uncommon and always were connected to cultivators only the Commissioner had jurisdiction to deal with.

As for Zax’s claim relating to Gadik Dewgong, she was not oblivious to these detestable activities, either. Gadik had a number of indigenous officers in his pocket and to prevent them from doing his bidding was akin to a death sentence for any local officer.

“Having nothing to say?” Zax was not a fool, guessing that Belli Ar had the same difficulties to answer him as the old doctor. Moreover, unlike in the morgue, here were many prying ears and eyes, which made it harder on Belli Ar to cooperate.

“Fine then”. Zax sneered, willing to be reasonable. “This was my first stop, anyway”. That is, reasonable only toward those he deem innocent.

BOOM!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Stomping again, he utilized dark attribute energy to precisely strike the protective formation of the police station.

A Martial Mortal might have been the one who erected the formation, but his intentions were only to at most obstruct the probing and assaults of second level Core Masters.

BANG!

The formation shattered in a clear, breaking glass like sound.

‘Not here’. Zax gnashed his teeth. He did not believe that Gadik kept his spatial rings in the main police station or any other station, but since the place was close and he already came here...

BOOM!

He stomped again, to vent his anger, and without the protective formation, fissure started to form on the walls and ceiling, as well as a loud alarm to evacuate the building sounded.

The apartment building was four blocks away and the second closer structure with protective formation.

Zax headed there like a wild wind. Where he crossed in his flight, people on the ground had to grab hold of something to not be yanked off by the wind.

Regarding the main police station ... he could not identify Gadik’s people without wasting time, so he left there knowing and not caring that some of the officers sent calls for reinforcement from the Blessed Army.

BOOM!

All it took was one punch to bring down the apartment building’s protective formation.

“Holy crap!”

“Someone broke the Dim Lam building’s protective formation!”

“Move, move! An expert is going on a rampage in the city!”

Bystanders who noticed what is happening only after the protective formation collapsed, began to shout and scream in astonishment.

The Dim Lam building’s occupants were the sons and daughters of high class personal. Although many people passed it every day, only selected few of the middle class could enter its lobby, and that also required certain circumstances.

To see someone attacking it, many were excited, finding joy in the misfortune of the presumptuous scions.

Naturally, there were those who saw it differently. Speculating that someone who is crazy enough to pick a fight with the families behind the Dim Lam building’s occupants; will surely not care about the rest of them common people.

‘Hm? Not there either’. Zax did not find the spatial rings.