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Ji Kongliu had someone bring over thirteen sets of Eighth-Rank official uniforms, complete with ironclad armor, official sabers, and official boots.

Before long, the thirteen suspects from earlier had transformed into Eighth-Rank Ironclad agents.

Only at this moment did a genuine smile finally appear on their faces.

Once they put on these uniforms, they no longer had to live the kind of life where death could come at any moment.

"Everyone, from now on, you are all Eighth-Rank Ironclad agents of the First Division, Public Security Department, Capital Ironclad Department."

Ji Kongliu performed a cupped fist salute.

Li Ming, Zheng Chunhong, and the others also returned the salute in kind:

"We pay our respects to Director Ji."

"Because of your previous missions, you have never been able to practice martial arts, but the rewards earned from all the merit you've accumulated over these years have been kept in storage by the Department Head."