After Feng Jun returned to Luohua, he copied the photos onto a USB drive and had Gu Jiahui deliver it to Beauty Lin outside the gate.

Beauty Lin’s reaction was even faster than he’d expected. He got back to Luohua a little after two in the afternoon; by five-thirty she was at the door asking to see him.

Feng Jun was quite surprised at this response speed, so he walked out to the mountain gate, wanting to hear what she had to say.

Beauty Lin straightforwardly stated her request, "Can you let the mastermind go?"

Feng Jun frowned and asked in a deep voice, "You decided this that quickly? Or is there some other reason?"

"We’re not short on analysts," Beauty Lin answered briskly, as casually as if she were saying, "The couple next door are fighting again." "The specific arrangements aren’t fully settled yet, but we nailed down one or two things, so I rushed over to tell you—don’t make a move on him."

Am I really that vicious and bloodthirsty? Feng Jun really wanted to ask that, but in the end he only said, "Can you give me a reason?"

He felt he shouldn’t be asking that either, but that guy’s attitude toward Huaxia was seriously nasty, so he had a knot in his chest—just a casual word from you, and I’m supposed to let him off?

He didn’t intend to indulge that kind of habit, so he asked anyway, even if it might bring some trouble.

Beauty Lin was taken aback for a moment, blinked, then answered in a low voice, "With this much dirt on him, we’ll change his attitude."

Got it. Feng Jun understood in a second, but he was still a bit unwilling. "You sure it’ll work?"

"It definitely will," Beauty Lin said with great certainty. "Whether he likes it or not, cooperating with us is inevitable. The inside of Britain isn’t a monolithic slab of iron... Even if he has other ideas, we can handle him."

Feng Jun instantly thought of someone. "Like that old woman in the barbershop?"

"Don’t ask about that kind of intel," Beauty Lin replied with a smile. But after a brief pause, she voluntarily added, "Her situation is different, but it’s still better you don’t know... We were mainly worried you’d act too fast, so we hurried over to give you a heads-up."

I really don’t have the talent for this line of work. Feng Jun sighed inwardly. "I’m actually not that complicated a person. I believe in blood for blood, an eye for an eye. Since you have ample reason, I can spare him... I wasn’t necessarily planning to kill anyone anyway."

"You weren’t?" Beauty Lin gave him a sidelong look, half-smiling. "Then tell me, did you or did you not plan to kill that cop?"

"Just wait and see," Feng Jun answered noncommittally. "Sometimes... killing someone isn’t the best option."

Beauty Lin hadn’t intended to say more, but she couldn’t help asking, "I just heard that cop has already gone back to work, looks completely normal."

"What kind of abnormal were you expecting, like that communications specialist?" Feng Jun shook his head and replied just as bluntly, "If I want to know something, I have plenty of ways."

"Alright," seeing that he didn’t want to say more, Beauty Lin certainly wasn’t going to keep pressing, though she was still curious. "How do you plan to deal with him?"

Feng Jun waved his hand and answered casually, "You’ll find out tomorrow."

That night there was a football match in the Foggy City. It was only a cup match, but it still drew quite a crowd. The cop’s favorite first-division team happened to be up against Premier League powerhouse Arsenal and, by sheer luck, they won two to one.

The cop was a diehard fan, but he didn’t dare splurge lately, so he didn’t go to the stadium; he just watched the game in a pub. Seeing his team win, he was over the moon. "What did I say? What’s the point of all those foreign imports? You still have to support the local stars."

Because they were in a great mood, everyone drank until eleven, when the cop finally left the pub.

But just as he stepped out the door, he saw a dark figure rush at him, then felt a violent jolt to his head, and lost consciousness.

The last thing he heard was, "Our Arsenal is invincible!"

The drinkers in the pub reacted slowly, but the shout had been loud enough. Their brains were dulled by alcohol, yet they eventually processed it... An Arsenal fan outside the door?

A bunch of drunks staggered out the door. The dark figure could only barely be seen from behind by then, and the cop was already lying on the ground, unconscious.

Whenever there’s a football match, England’s police always draw the short straw. Today was no exception. Most of the police presence was still focused on the stadium, and once the match ended, everyone relaxed a lot.

So by the time the police arrived, an hour had already passed. Pulling the surveillance footage took another five hours. It was already dawn.

The reason it was still this slow was that England has way too many football hooligans. Brawls are the most ordinary thing in the world, countless incidents every night. Even this pace was because the victim was a fellow officer; otherwise it would’ve been even slower.

It didn’t take long for the diagnosis to come out. The cop’s head had taken a heavy blow, leaving him in a vegetative state. The likelihood of brain death was extremely high. Basically... there wasn’t much point in trying to save him.

Beauty Lin and her people had been following the situation the whole time. Because of the time difference, it was already five in the afternoon Huaxia time when they heard the news.

"Brain dead..." someone couldn’t help sighing. "This Feng Jun’s ability is a bit too terrifying, isn’t it?"

No one doubted that this had nothing to do with Feng Jun; anyone that stupid could never survive in this line of work.

Someone else snickered gloatingly, "Football hooligan trouble... classic Britain. Even when they want to make a scene, they have to think twice."

That really wasn’t far from the truth. Britain was facing exactly this problem: the local police officer who’d just messed with a Huaxia Citizen a couple days ago had suddenly gone brain-dead. No matter how you looked at it, it screamed Huaxia payback.

The Earth Realm isn’t big on "free conviction," but conspiracy theories are fair game, and a lot of Britain’s unscrupulous media were more than happy to seize on this to spin rumors and fish for clicks.

But the officer had been attacked by football hooligans, and that... was a very tricky story to write. Everyone knew Britain hated talking about football hooligans the most—this group had saddled Britain with far too many infamies.

If you asked Britain’s media to run stories on hooligans in Rome, the Austro-Hungarian Empire, or Ross, they’d be delighted—see, it’s not just us who have thugs, other people do too.

But to hype up something their own hooligans did just to make life harder for Huaxia, that they would absolutely not accept.

So now the matter was stuck in a dilemma—should they deploy the power of the media or not?

If they didn’t, the story would die. But if they did, it would inevitably drag everyone’s memories back to England’s football hooligans.

The People of Britain were finally tasting the Huaxia Citizen’s kind of suffering: if you make a fuss it feels inappropriate, and if you don’t... it feels fucking suffocating.

Meanwhile, there was still a conversation going on between the Prime Minister and his minister.

The Prime Minister: "Who was it that suggested that idiot pull a stunt like this at Heathrow Airport in the first place?"

The Minister: "No one suggested it. It looks like a random incident... that officer was a bit of a racist."

The Prime Minister: "Do you take me for an idiot? Once it started, why didn’t anyone rein it in... are you all racists too?"

The Minister: "We’re not, my Prime Minister, but some people believed this might actually benefit the British Empire."

The Prime Minister sneered, "Some people believed... that ’some people’ wouldn’t happen to be you, would it? Don’t you realize the Queen is already tightening her belt, the Imperial Navy has no money for new ships, the Labour Party is stirring up trouble everywhere, ministers are living in drunken debauchery, and some are even taking money to sell out Guojia’s interests?"

"Securing this finance forum is our last chance. And now you’re telling me we should sabotage it?"

The Minister: "It really might be beneficial. On the surface, we, as the host, may look a little incompetent..."

The Prime Minister: "Shut up. It’s not ’may look incompetent’; the incompetence has already been exposed. This undermines the original purpose of bidding for the forum."

The Minister: "All right, there might indeed be just a tiny bit of that."

The Prime Minister exploded, "Not a tiny bit, it’s extremely serious... so tell me, in what way exactly is this good for the Empire?"

The Minister: "We may have undermined some of our original intentions, but we’ve also been patching things up. Even if this incident has angered Huaxia, we’re all in agreement that... this may not be such a bad thing."

The Prime Minister’s face grew darker. "Angering Huaxia is not a bad thing? But, my dear Minister, are you really unaware that Brexit is now almost irreversible... and at this moment you’re contemplating offending Huaxia?"

The Minister: "But Huaxia wouldn’t dare anger the great British Empire either... they’re still fighting Merrick, aren’t they?"

The Prime Minister: "But by doing this, we’ve disrupted their performance tour around Europa."

The Minister: "No matter how tough the tour gets, they’ll push on, because they have no choice... whereas we still do."

The Prime Minister fell silent for a long time before speaking. "Maybe it’s precisely because people like you exist that we’re called ’the trouble-stirring stick of Europa.’ To be honest, I really detest that kind of behavior."

The Minister: "But it benefits Britain, doesn’t it? As long as it serves this Guojia’s interests, whatever they call me, that’s just a label... all for the sake of the Empire on which the sun never sets."

The Prime Minister was quiet for a moment before asking, "So now, how do we resolve this?"

The Minister: "I think as long as there are no deaths on the spot in clashes between fans, there’s no need for us to meddle too much... so-called fans are just those groups with overflowing hormones and a choleric temperament, aren’t they?"

The Prime Minister: "My dear Minister, I must admit... I seriously underestimated your shamelessness. You’re a qualified politician."

The Minister: "I don’t see myself as shameless. I’m only doing it for the honor of the Empire."

At the very same moment, Huaxia’s Beauty Lin and the others had also figured it out. "Blaming it on football hooligans, that excuse is genius... swap in almost any other reason and it’d be hard to pull off."

Beauty Lin immediately received instructions from above, wanting to know if Feng Jun had any similar plans in mind. If he did, he should lay them out so everyone could study them together—after all, in the days ahead the exchange troupe still had to tour all over Europa.