I Have A Dual World Seal

"Hello, we are from the Beidu Police Station. We’ve received a report that your company is suspected of selling and manufacturing furs of national first-class protected animals."

Not long after the two women left, Lu Zheng paid off the balance for the clothes and other miscellaneous deposits and then awaited the arrival of the officers.

Lin Wan nodded, and said to the officers standing in front of her, "From receiving the call to arriving at the destination, it hasn’t even taken twenty minutes. Impressive efficiency."

Officer: ???

"Those two women reported it as soon as they stepped out, we saw it with our own eyes." Lu Zheng said as he tossed out a stack of red booklets, "These are the certificates for those furs."

Watching the officers hurriedly check the certificates and compare them with the clothes in a pile of shopping bags, Shen Ying couldn’t help but laugh, leisurely pointing out, "Yes, don’t miss it, that section is bear fur, and there’s a bit of wolf fur too."

As she spoke, she turned back to whisper to Lin Wan, "Those two women even provided us with entertainment. I cast three talismans on each of them. Was it too much?"

Lin Wan shrugged, "The furs we openly use to make clothes definitely have no problems. They couldn’t purchase, so they turned around and called the police. This kind of behavior wasting police resources, even casting a few more talismans wouldn’t be too much."

Shen Ying nodded, "That’s good."

...

Sitting in a café opposite the building, the two women suddenly shivered simultaneously.

...

After checking the certificates and clothes, four or five police officers looked at each other, seeming unsure whether to believe or not.

No wonder they felt strange, because the situation was indeed peculiar.

Protected animals bred in the country are either donated for specimens after death or cremated, definitely not allowed for private transactions.

As for wild ones, don’t even mention it.

The national animal protection laws are well-established; while tiger bones might still discreetly circulate in certain small circles, tiger skins are too conspicuous.

How long has it been since such a thing has been seen in the country?

The remaining tiger skins all date back from ancestors and are merely for viewing, decoration, or collection—certainly not suitable for making clothes.

So, regardless of the authenticity of the certificates, the officers could hardly accept it.

But if it were illegal, would these people be so brazen as to make clothes with them and await the police?

Could it be...

"Sorry, we cannot confirm the authenticity of these certificates right now. We’ll need you to come back with us. Please wait; we need to call and confirm with superiors."

An officer spoke in a deep voice, still wondering if Lu Zheng and the others had been deceived.

Lu Zheng frowned slightly and said calmly, "These are certificates issued by the Forestry Department. Can’t you even discern their authenticity?"

Previously, he had been smiling, but now his frown radiated a formidable presence.

Several officers involuntarily shuddered, not knowing why, suddenly feeling a sense of unease.

Lin Wan stepped forward, flashing her credentials.

"You are..."

Lin Wan withdrew her credentials, "You can verify my identity."

"But..."

"I know, my credentials don’t prove anything," Lin Wan shook her head and said indifferently, "My point is, you can verify whenever you like. If there’s an issue, you can contact me anytime."

Lin Wan was clear that they weren’t afraid of an investigation but also wouldn’t go with them.

"If we were really guilty, we wouldn’t be staying put waiting for you, would we?"

The officers looked at each other, at a loss for words. One officer hesitated and said, "But these things..."

"They are all fine, approved under special circumstances."

A calm female voice sounded, and a neat-looking young woman walked in.

"Yu Ya?"

"Sister Wan!"

The newcomer first greeted Lin Wan, then bowed respectfully to Mr. Lu and the others.

"Mr. Lu! Miss Si! Miss Shen!"

After the greetings, the woman approached the officers, raised her hand, and took out her credentials from the pocket.

"You can photograph my credentials and the fur certificates; verify them with headquarters and the Forestry Department separately."

The officers looked at the credentials in her hand, their pupils involuntarily contracting.

National Security Headquarters!

Interpol cannot interfere in domestic affairs—they are unbothered by them, but they dare not ignore the National Security Headquarters.

And both entities have a commonality — they don’t handle small cases!

Great, just a few tiger, leopard, and bear skins, yet Interpol and the National Security Headquarters people show up?

Now it’s turned into just "only?"

The officers felt a tingling anxiety, saluting Xiao Yuya, "Sorry, we’ll be on our way."

Xiao Yuya nodded calmly, gesturing they could go, and then the officers hurriedly left.

Yang Qing stood beside, her eyes filled with fascination.

She couldn’t see what credentials Lin Wan and Xiao Yuya revealed but knew they were no ordinary people.

But they certainly surpassed the husbands of those two previous women.

Lin Wan looked at Xiao Yuya, "How could such a small matter disturb you?"

Xiao Yuya carefully glanced at Si Lingxi and Shen Ying, then at Lu Zheng, noting they showed no disdain or impatience, she pursed her lips and said, "In matters concerning you all, nothing is small."

Xiao Yuya wasn’t lying; the Ancient Culture Research and Analysis Archival Room paid great attention to Lu Zheng and his cohorts and had placed importance on the animal pelts, with keywords always set in the algorithmic system.

So, as soon as the police received the report, the Ancient Culture Archival Room got word and decisively sent Xiao Yuya to handle any potential issues.

Joking aside, if a real conflict occurred, they wouldn’t want Beidu turning into Los Angeles.

The reality justified Xiao Yuya’s presence—Lin Wan was fine; they didn’t mind, but Lu Zheng certainly wouldn’t take Si Lingxi and Shen Ying to the police station.

In the Great Jing, what constable would dare to take the Fire Phoenix for questioning, risking being burnt to ashes by Si Lingxi?

Shen Ying leaned against Lu Zheng, curiously asking, "Is she the one from the Ancient Culture Research and Analysis Archival Room?"

Lu Zheng nodded, "Yes."

"Such a long name," Shen Ying laughed, "Won’t you tell her about the Wuyi Mountain matters? Otherwise, they might misunderstand if others show up again."

Lu Zheng rubbed his chin, feeling Shen Ying made a valid point.

So, Lu Zheng said to Xiao Yuya, "Let’s go downstairs for a coffee together."

...

The two women in the café downstairs stared in shock as the police squad hurried away, while their reported targets swaggered in, laden with bags, and entered the café they were in.