, "I have a female mystic under my command, and I have already trial-produced an undead soldier. Otherwise, I will show you."

The queen stared at the telegram on the table, her eyes lingering on the line describing the spy for a long time.

"Okay, just as you said, bring it for me to see."

Returning to Scotland Yard again, Duan Feizhuo was in a different mood.

He left this place as a prisoner, but when he returned, he was a nobleman! No one dared to put him in the dungeon again!

Simply elated!

He walked into the Abnormal Case Investigation Section with a step that his relatives did not recognize. When the night policemen who were busy at their desks looked up and saw him, they all gasped in unison.

"The mystic has entered Scotland Yard! Brothers, stand up and defend Scotland Yard!" Mr. R pulled out his gun nervously and pointed at Duan Feizhuo's nose.

Z followed him into the office, frowning at his gun.

"What? Rebellion?"

Mr. R showed embarrassment and put away the gun.

Xenophon threw away the newspaper in his hand and stood up gracefully.

"Welcome back, Boss! The task has been hard! Later, we will give you a banquet!" He took out a bunch of keys from behind, "I'll help you put this kid in the dungeon."

Staring at the ceiling, Z said with great reluctance: "He has been pardoned."

"what?"

"He is pardoned of all crimes. This is Her Majesty's order. From now on, you will not call him 'this boy', 'that boy'. You will call him... 'Sir.'"