"Jiang Qingshan isn't a cultivator, so this case doesn't fall under the Cultivator Administration Bureau's jurisdiction," Liu Ruyan said.
"That makes sense," Li Qianfan nodded and replied.
A few minutes quickly passed.
The train police captain, leading several young officers, was about to reach Li Qianfan and Liu Ruyan's row during their inspection.
"Show your IDs."
The captain looked at Lin Jiajia, sitting in front of Li Qianfan and Liu Ruyan, and the middle-aged man beside her, demanding.
Lin Jiajia immediately pulled out her ID and handed it to the captain.
But the middle-aged man next to Lin Jiajia reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and searched for a long while, yet he didn't produce any ID.
"Your ID?"
An alert young officer stared at the man, questioning him.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man stood up and grabbed Lin Jiajia, locking her slender, snow-white neck with his arm as he retreated backward.
"Stop!"
"I warn you, don't do anything rash!"
