After hearing Ling Yi's words, Feng Xue instantly understood what she meant.

After all, he was also a person who had no time to visit the mall, so he naturally saw items on judicial immunity. As long as there was no murder case, demon hunting had high legal immunity - after all, their professions required ordinary people to give way, just like an ambulance, police car, or firetruck who would not be fined if they ran a red light.

Of course, this does not mean that they can be rampant. When it comes to matters of demons, the organization will help you get everything done, but if you commit a crime on weekdays, you will have to pay a certain price.

However, as long as you don’t die, there will be no trauma that cannot be recovered, five points are enough, even if the person you hit is the head of Neon - the premise is that you can knock over the bodyguard around the other party.

That's right, the right to hunt is so great. After all, the total number of official and above demon hunters in the world does not exceed 50,000 (excluding those newcomers who don't even have hunting tools). As long as there is no major vicious (hmm~~) incident, there will be no serious punishment. At most, it will be to give you an astronomical debt that is difficult to pay, forcing you to benefit society.

With such a layer of identity protection, Feng Xue naturally didn't need to worry about any secular principles. She walked towards the door with her head held high and her chest held high, and saw the man who knew it was a physical education teacher at a glance was waiting for him.

However, unlike in imagination, the physical education teacher did not show any fierce aura, and of course he would not be polite. He just wanted to take her to the principal's office like a teacher called a student.

"Principal, Feng Xue brought it."

"I understand, you go down first." The principal was a middle-aged man who looked in his early fifties. He rarely had no baldness. In the room, a woman who looked a little sharp and mean was sitting on the sofa for reception. A middle-aged man who looked pretty decent was sitting next to her, but at this time, everyone's eyes were all focused on him.

"Are you Feng Xue?" The door of the principal's office closed. The principal, who had only met at the opening ceremony, walked towards the door and asked. Feng Xue was slightly surprised when she saw that he actually came to greet him, but she nodded and said:

"It's me."

"That's right." The principal didn't know if he was disgusted by the so-called vice president of the parent meeting, and his tone of speech was obviously gentle. "These two are Tian Chunmotoshi's parents."

Speaking of this, he suddenly lowered his voice and whispered:

"Tian Chun Benxin's father is a county councillor. Be careful when you speak."

"Thank you, Principal." Feng Xue was not a ungrateful person. She whispered to the principal for his kindness, and then followed him. Before she could sit down, she heard the woman suddenly say:

"You have called my letter?"

"Hold on."

When Feng Xue heard her, she immediately took out the flip phone from her pocket, clicked on the task module, and then nodded and said:

"Okay, now you can ask."

"What's your attitude?" the woman said in a very standard villain tone. Feng Xue raised her eyebrows and said nothing:

"If you think I have a bad attitude, you can find someone with a good attitude."

"you……"

"Cough cough..." The middle-aged man's cough interrupted the woman's next words. Feng Xue had just operated her phone and clearly told them that he was recording. In this case, talking casually may leave a handle.

Although they are just county councillors, they are not just cats and dogs. You should pay attention to their words.

The original words were cut off, and the woman thought about the way she expressed it:

"My son is missing..."

"It's all my business." Feng Xue only replied with four words, the Chinese with a straightforward and melody, but under the influence of 100 languages, it inexplicably makes people understand it without any notice.

The woman's face turned dark when Feng Xue said this, but Feng Xue noticed that a faint feeling appeared on the principal's face beside her.

"I heard you beat our son a few days after school started." The man said with anger, Feng Xue raised his eyebrows, "Your son deserves a beat."

"How do you speak?"

"Before you discuss how I speak, think about how many people your son has offended. Whether he owes or not is not what I said, it was his own. It was just such a person who can find fault and fight because others walk faster than him. I don't think it's strange when someone gets trapped in Tokyo Bay. Now you go to school to find the murderer? A joke!"

After Feng Xue finished speaking, she was too lazy to wait for her to speak. With the way she showed her inquiry, Feng Xue could conclude that the couple probably knew nothing. Otherwise, they would not have come to him to speak, but called the police directly to come over. Rather than pursuing the truth, it was better to say that they were killing the chicken to warn the monkey. By suppressing himself, a "passerby", they would add pressure to the principal, so that the principal had to agree with some investigation methods that might cause negative impact.

Since there are no clues, Feng Xue is naturally too lazy to waste time with them. If you have that skill, it is better to go back and explore information about hell communication.

"Stop! If you don't say it clearly, I'll let you..."

"To be honest, I pretend to be [beep--] and save the price!" Feng Xue sighed. He also wanted to pretend to be slapping the face like those urban soldiers and reborn tycoons, but when they really encountered opportunities, they felt boring, just like a slap on their faces, and instead had a greasy feeling.

No need, not worth it.

"That..." Although the principal felt secretly happy, he was more or less a county councillor. If he offended him so hard that he would be troublesome to implicate him, so he planned to speak. However, Feng Xue had no nature at all. He took out his flip cover and pressed a few buttons. With the five points, the man who was said to be a county councillor immediately received the call.

Although I was too lazy to listen to what the other end of the phone said, I saw that the man stood up and bowed from the air, and I knew there was nothing good to say.

The situation reversed instantly, but Feng Xue stopped leaving. Since these points are so easy to use, it just happened to ask for something.

So he sat on the sofa in the reception room with a big golden knife, staring at the middle-aged woman who was beginning to panic with a little pressure, and said in a tone without any emotional fluctuations:
Chapter completed!