Having lost Zhu Qiang's control, the sphere in the sky fell from the heavens, its spiritual power gone, no longer radiating light. Ling Zhenfei caught it in his hands, and without time to take a closer look, stored the object inside the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow.
"Are you okay?" Ling Zhenfei first asked Han Lian, who was hiding behind him.
Han Lian shook her head and said, "With your protection, I'm fine."
Admiration filled Han Lian's eyes as she looked up at Ling Zhenfei. The way he had shielded her just now was so cool that her heart couldn't stop pounding.
At that moment, they could see two police cars approaching from a distance. It was the reinforcement Han Lian had called for, and Ling Zhenfei knew his mission was effectively over.
Seven or eight police officers descended from the two police cars, guns in hand, swiftly surrounding the group.
"Nobody move, hands on your heads. If anyone resists, don't blame me for my bullets not being selective."
