As soon as that sentence was uttered, some of the surrounding officers couldn't hold back their laughter.

With a slight raise of the corner of her mouth, not to mention standing up to greet Merka, the lady chief even took out a cigar from her pocket, puffing on it with great style and grace.

It seemed like she didn't take this newly initiated apprentice seriously at all.

"Out and about on business, and you even brought along a pretty young lass."

"You're just around ten years old, full of youthful fire."

"Perhaps one isn't enough for you."

"If you're feeling unsatisfied."

"The officers here can certainly teach you... some adult pleasures."

At this point, the officers all around finally burst into laughter, various lewd jokes and vulgar language directed at men and Curseborn filling the air amid their laughter.

"Alright, enough, let's be serious for Mr. Merka here, he's just a child after all."

The chief clapped her hands and said as much, her tone carrying a hint of advice, but she herself seemed to have no intention of controlling the situation.

"That's right, hahaha."

"But it's true. Nowadays, children are precocious. You know, I once had an encounter with a Curseborn in a club. Tsk tsk tsk, the way she moved, so lively, it was as if she wanted to wriggle inside."

"Hehe, indeed, Curseborn, you can understand!"

Filled with mocking and malicious words, like tongues of fire in a forge, scratching at Merka's face until it turned bright red.

They never truly said they looked down on Merka, but their every expression and gesture carried genuine contempt.

Merka let out a sigh, his eyes slightly avoiding, timidly looking at the few police chiefs in front of him.

This was Curseborn's true predicament... sigh.

The sense of submission instilled in Merka from a young age by the people of Acadia reacted at this moment. It was like a steel nail used for mountaineering, fiercely thrusting into the rock face of Merka's heart, popping out barbs, firmly embedding itself in the steep mountainside.

Beside Merka, Turing's expression had already turned extremely unpleasant.

If Merka wasn't holding onto Turing tightly at that moment, Merka really couldn't imagine what a terrifying scene might be unfolding in the office right now.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, Mr. Merka, we've forgotten about the main issue."

"Please forgive our indiscretion, we're just too excited about your promotion."

Several women leaned on the table, laughing so hard that they were shaking, completely unaware of the terrifying omens brewing beneath the surface.

"Let's get back to the point, why have you come here so late?"

After a while, the lady chief finally signaled to the surrounding officers to quiet down. She clapped her hands, and the women around instantly fell silent.

"... I saw a Curseborn by the roadside."

Merka sighed deeply, as if completely unaware of the women's teasing and criticisms. He walked to the side of the table and placed a grass basket stained with blood.

"She was subjected to violence for no reason and taken away."

"We don't know if she's alive or dead now."

"This was done by your people."

"I want an explanation from you..."

The woman suddenly seemed to find the joke boring, her attitude towards Merka becoming serious in an instant.

"No way."

"Just for this?"

"Did I give you face?"

"Or did you think you had become an immortal, wanting to achieve enlightenment alone, while cursing others to ascend?"

"You, a Curseborn, benefited yourself and now you want all Curseborns to follow your lead for your gain?"

"I don't know what the Pope promised you, and I don't care how you climbed to this position by dirty means."

"Your power, in this city... is ineffective."

Click, click.

A strange sound suddenly rang out.

Merka felt a sense of emptiness in his palm, suddenly anxious.

He wasn't anxious for himself, but for the fate of the woman before him.

Sure enough, he released his magical vision to probe ahead, and Turing was no longer behind him. She had one hand tightly gripping the mayor's neck, and the other hand firmly grasping her wrist, directly crushing all the bones in her wrist.