Fairbanks is the small town closest to Anchorage, and it was this town’s sheriff who had his men arrest Chen Wei.

At the moment, several SUVs pulled up in front of the town’s police station, and Qi Yun stepped out with Brother Quan, accompanied by the lawyer, Frank.

On the way, Qi Yun had already learned from Frank about the local situation: that day at the mine, the ones who attempted extortion were from an organization called the Aryan Brotherhood, whose base is in Anchorage, although they have members in the town too.

This Aryan Brotherhood is the largest gang in the area, with hundreds of members, often using various pretenses to specifically extort outside investors, especially Asian businessmen.

Moreover, smuggling and the flour industry are also their main income sources. In this harsh land, there are always plenty of people looking for amusement, and they collude with some corrupt local officials, forming a complete black industry chain.

"Sheriff Jack Miller is one of the Aryan Brotherhood’s supporters." Frank said in a low voice, "Everyone in town knows, but no one dares to speak out. Last year, a reporter came to town to investigate, and later... disappeared."

The sheriff is the person in charge at the small town’s police station.

Qi Yun nodded and pushed open the police station’s door.

A mix of coffee and body odor hit him.

The police station wasn’t big, and in the reception area sat a white officer with a face full of muscle, who was idly flipping through a magazine.

Seeing Qi Yun and his entourage, he lifted his eyelids: "What do you want?"

"Looking for Sheriff Miller, we have an appointment with him." Frank stepped forward to explain.

The officer sized them up, picked up the phone to say a few words, and then pointed toward the office at the end of the corridor: "The sheriff’s in the office, go on in."

Qi Yun followed the direction of his finger, the office door was ajar, Frank knocked and after a brief communication, only then invited Qi Yun in, while he and Brother Quan stayed outside.

Sheriff Miller was on the phone; he hung up quickly, and a warm smile spread across his face: "Hello, friend from afar, please take a seat."

This was a man in his early fifties, white, somewhat overweight, with eyes so small they were almost invisible.

His smile did not give Qi Yun a sense of warmth; instead, he felt like he was being treated as a toy for breaking gold coins.

"Hello, Officer Miller." Qi Yun pulled out a chair and sat across from him.

Suddenly, a prompt lit up over Miller’s head.

[Target can query intelligence count: 2, intelligence level: red, query?]

"Hmm? Sure enough, prompts will appear spontaneously."

Querying...

[Intelligence level (red): In June this year, Miller purchased a mansion in Miami and paid 4.9 million US dollars in full, the mansion registered under his lover, Micheal’s name.]

[Intelligence level (red): A reporter named Glenn once uncovered criminal evidence of Miller’s collusion with gangs; Miller brutally shot him and burned the body, burying it in the forest north of the town; he burned Glenn’s phone and computer but forgot to clear the latter’s cloud storage****]

[Current intelligence points: 32]

Qi Yun withdrew his gaze, thinking to himself, sure enough, he’s scum.

"Mr. Qi, welcome to Fairbanks." Miller, completely unaware, got up to the coffee machine, "Would you like some coffee?"

Qi Yun shook his head, declining: "No, thank you."

"Officer Miller, let’s get to the point and talk about my mine."

Miller sat back with his coffee, his smile still fixed on his face: "Sure Mr. Qi, what can I do for you?"

"I want to know if Fairbanks’ security allows a legal mine to operate normally."

Qi Yun relaxed, crossed his legs leisurely, and spoke calmly, "Why are my people defending themselves, yet you locked them up, while the real criminals are still swaggering on the streets?"

Miller didn’t expect Qi Yun to speak so directly, and his smile finally faltered: "Mr. Qi, we are working according to the law; your men indeed injured someone, that is a fact."

"They broke into my private property to extort, that’s the fact."

Qi Yun stared directly at him: "Why did you only detain my people and let the intruders go?"

"Furthermore, from what I understand, the two severely injured individuals showed up lively in the town’s bar that very night."

The air in the office seemed to freeze.

Miller dropped his fake facade; his face suddenly darkened: "What do you mean by these words? I could consider this an insult to law enforcement!"

"Insult?" Qi Yun chuckled coldly, leaning back slowly, "Then I really ought to start insulting you."

"Do you know Miss Micheal? She asked me to say hello to you on her behalf."

Miller stiffened instantly, nearly spilling his coffee.

"You dirty flying pig, spending 4.9 million to buy a mansion for your lover, you’re certainly lavish. Does your wife know?"

"Damn it! You dare to investigate me!" Miller’s breath quickened, and he slammed the table, standing in rage.

The next second, the office door swung open, and Brother Quan stood at the entrance, coldly watching Miller.

That gaze froze Miller in place; unlike the fierce gang members, the man at the door felt more like a cold-blooded killer, as if he could die if the other wished.

He had no doubt; the guy was definitely someone who had killed many!

"Calm down." Qi Yun waved his hand, signaling Brother Quan to step out first.

The latter gave Miller a deep look before closing the office door again.