7 Identification Card

Kingsley came out of the interrogation room feeling a bit lightheaded. The intense lengthy questioning was torture for both parties. Not leaving any breathing room for the other party meant not leaving any breathing room for yourself either.

While those on the field were still trying to gather more evidence, those in the interrogation room – both the grilled and the griller – were playing mind games. Based on expression and tone, the two sides were constantly deceiving and assessing one another. The knowledge that your superiors were just outside didn't help.

Seeing the tall policewoman outside the door, he saluted, "Captain Lin"

"Continue with the interrogation." Her eyes narrowed. "Focus more on their Boss John. I want to know everything about him."

Kingsley, who was planning to take a short nap, could only rub his panda eyes and shout, "Yes, ma'am" before trotting back into the interrogation room.

Lin Mengmeng headed back to her office to look through the files of the girls again. Every evidence pointed that it was a trafficking case but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something.

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"Excuse me." A voice interrupted him. A young man was standing a few meters away from him. He had wavy honey-blond hair tied into a side tail. He was already 5,8 and looked extremely slender like a slight shove could push him to the ground. Raizel was not surprised to see him, the young man had been hovering around his vicinity for the past three minutes.

The reason he was staring at him was his aura. Raizel had not seen such a murderous aura in anybody since he woke up. His bone age was less than 25 and he was in the late stage of the Dao Budding realm, a good seedling.

Austin smiled warmly at Raizel and began to say in an embarrassed tone, "Some of my friends and I decided to visit the dead forest for some fun. I left for a reason."

At this, he blushed accordingly before continuing, "It's been 3 hours but I have not seen any of them. Mister, have you seen anyone."

"I have not." Raizel said, deciding it was time to leave. He summoned a sword, mounted it and left without looking back.

Austin stared at his back without chasing him. The man was not lying. Austin sighed, he should have taken another route and avoided this matter entirely. But the fastest way to get to Sein City was through the dead forest.

Due to this, he was now in a backward town searching for traces of a low life group of people. The audacity!

If he should find any of them, he would send them back to reincarnate. His eyes flashed with a thick murderous intent.

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The light from the windows flooded into the room, its glaring light was harsh to Raizel's eyes. Raizel was stunned to see the daybreak.

He had booked a room and a meal at the hotel before he decided to go through his mobile phone. He had entered Tide and the next thing he knows it is morning. When its battery got low, he charged it and continued pressing the phone. 

His eyes moved to the box-like device in his hands and felt a chill. He quickly threw it into his storage ring. His belief was that out of sight equals out of mind.

He couldn't begin to imagine how destructive this device would be to the discipline of young cultivators. Even he had fallen into its thrall.

But thanks to it, he understood so much about the world. It had changed so much. His eyelashes fluttered. Many people, so many people were gone.

As the Leader of the Extermination Squad, he had chosen the best to follow him into the Devils Realm. They had a lot of meetings, prepared a lot of arrays and plans.

It was war but the Terra Union had been betrayed by fellow humans. They might have won the war but they lost a lot. Entire sects and valleys perished.

The Seven Captains of the Extermination Squad were honoured and exalted for their successful mission of killing the Devil King and sealing the Devil Realm.

That mission was a suicide mission. Thinking of those months made his body taut and tense; its memories dragging him down. He gasped violently for air as his palm grabbed the sheet beneath in an effort to ground himself. He steadied his breathing as he forced himself to calm down.

The Television was still on, playing the daily news. Raizel was no longer fascinated by it. The Mundanes has grown so strong; they held so much power now. He closed his eyes, it didn't matter anymore, and it was no longer his business. 

He needed to take a bath, have breakfast and go to the registration centre for an Identification Card. That was a very important document. Every cultivator was mandated to be registered.

Undocumented cultivators had their access to a lot of facilities denied. That was another new thing. However, Raizel's could see their benefits for the union; it would allow them to have information on a lot of cultivators and can easily track them if an incident occurs.

An hour later, Raizel was in front of the Union Identification Office. Its building was a bit old and small compared to others beside it. He opened the door and entered. A middle-aged woman was flipping through some magazines at the counter. 

"Good morning. How can I help you?" She said with a nonchalant voice. Receiving no reply, she looked up and saw Raizel standing there.

Her eyes blinked and a large smile appeared on her face. She sat a little more upright and beckoned him over with a, "Is there any problem, Sir?"

Thinking over it a bit, Raizel answered, "I came to apply for an identification card."

"First time?" The woman inquired, tapping on a device that Raizel had not seen before.

"Yes."

She looked up after a while, "Proceed to the second room by the right, someone will be waiting to conduct your interview and if all goes well, you can get your card today." She looked up at him and stared a bit before whispering, "Be careful with what you say and Good luck."

Raizel gave her a nod before he entered a room with two chairs at opposite ends of a table and a window. A middle-aged man of about 40 years old was already inside and sitting in one of the chairs.

He was much older than he looked, his aura was that of a Middle stage Dao Flowering realm and he did not bother to hide it.

"Fill the form." He said in a curt voice. "Remember, any lie you tell or write is punishable by law."

Interesting. Raizel thought when he collected the paper and a brush from the table. He noticed the man lifting his brows when he chose the brush and he felt a bit complicated, the use of brushes had mostly faded.

He dipped the brush in the ink. It was the ink bottle that was interesting; it was made with the blood of a three-horn red fox and the sap of a Minator tree. These were used to craft truth talismans and truth potions.

They don't force someone to tell the truth, but rather entice someone to be honest. With it amid the forceful aura of the man in front of him, he was sure that not many lie while filling this form.

The first thing on the form was his name. First name and surname, his hands shook a bit.

Raizel did not have a surname, that old abbot had picked him up, the umbilical cord still on him with no mother in sight. No karma of family, no bond of blood.

Raizel sighed inwardly; perhaps if he had parents, even if he was born with the Celestial Void primordial spirit, he would have enough karma to bond him to the world and would not undertake such dangerous tasks for karma.

Surname huh. That old abbot's name was Kei Colin. He picked the surname and wrote down Colin Raizel before beginning to fill in other details. 

For age, he settled for 30 years, it was a bit young but he was not writing his real age there. A 30-year-old Dao Flowering realm cultivator shouldn't be too surprising. Other details were a bit personal, where he lived before, his parents, the attribute of his innate Dao seed, he had hesitated to write that down.

The man had quipped in seeing that Raizel looked a little ill at ease, "All of your information is highly confidential. You don't have to worry."

Raizel nodded and wrote down, 'Space'. It was not the truth but it was not far from it either.

"A Spatial Dao seed." His eyes seemed to want to penetrate Raizel's body and lay it bare. He swallowed a bit and continued to ask, "Why are you registering now?"

"Master died."

The middle-aged man, Samuel put away his threatening aura, a bit confused. "Sorry for your loss?"