Interesting

The Bureau Chief said a few more words, then felt they were a bit unlucky.

After all, TV dramas often featured nonsense like 'this is my last mission' or 'I'll marry you when I get back.'

People who said such things generally never lived to see that day.

Thinking of this, the Bureau Chief sat down and said, "Just send a couple of people over to take a look and help with the investigation. Don't go overboard; our human resources are limited, after all."

"Yes, sir."

Regardless of how outsiders viewed the Bureau Chief, those within the Security Bureau respected him deeply. At the very least, he had secured many benefits and perks for them—something none of the previous chiefs had managed to do.

"The Lyu family people are still outside. They brought some... things."

The subordinate's voice dropped significantly when he mentioned the last word. The Bureau Chief understood instantly.

After a moment of thought, he sighed. "I won't see them. I'm almost retired; it's not worth the risk."

"Go back and tell them that even without gifts, we will give it our all."

"Understood!"

The subordinate withdrew, and the Bureau Chief looked out the window, sighing again.

"Honestly, can't they just let a man have some peace? How old am I? Is it easy for me?"

"Forget it, I'll write two reports first. I'm not taking the fall for this."

...

"Xiao Nie, you're finally here!"

"Yeah, yeah! You have no idea, some shameless prick tried to take your spot just now. We chased him off!"

"Exactly! What a piece of work. If he doesn't have a mirror at home, he should at least have some piss to look into!"

As soon as Yin Yang arrived on his electric tricycle, Old Liu and the others skillfully helped him unload. Yin Yang barely had to lift a finger before his grilled sausage stand was set up.

Yin Yang let out a yawn. "I've been a bit busy these past two days."

"Understandable, understandable."

Old Liu and the others let out long sighs of relief.

Yin Yang's grilled sausage stand was incredibly popular now. Besides the students, many citizens of Huangshan City came to buy from him.

Unfortunately for them, Yin Yang simply wouldn't sell to them. Even when they offered to pay a hundred yuan per sausage, he refused, insisting on selling only to the students.

And so, student scalpers appeared.

Whenever school let out, a massive crowd of students could be seen sprinting toward the stand at top speed.

As long as they ran fast enough to buy a sausage, they could easily flip it for thirty or fifty yuan!

With a limit of two sausages per person, they could make dozens of yuan in profit—enough to cover their meals for two or three days.

Because of this, the ones who ran the fastest were often the poor students; they needed the money more than anyone.

Some of the newer vendors secretly mocked Yin Yang, calling him stupid. They said he was acting all high and mighty by refusing to raise his prices, essentially letting others pocket the profit. How was that any different from just handing money to those poor students?

A bleeding heart. There were so many poor people in the world; who could help them all?

But only Yin Yang understood. He wasn't here for the money; he was here for 'humanity.'

Due to Yin Yang's 'eccentric' behavior, even more influencers and citizens came to take photos and check in at his stand.

For a time, the hype here actually surpassed the nearby food street!

The sausages rotated on the machine, emitting a tantalizing aroma.

Yin Yang yawned, looking a bit drained.

Once the news had been leaked, Yin Yang had started working overtime.

A few photos alone wouldn't be enough to make people believe the masked man was truly at the Lyu estate.

Therefore, someone needed to appear at the Lyu estate wearing the masked man's clothes.

The Lyu estate was already a dragon's den, and there were many Demigods watching from the outside. Naturally, Yin Yang couldn't go himself.

He had thought about having the blade-wielding ghost impersonate him, but its aura wasn't strong enough. Ultimately, Yin Yang thought of something else.

The Shadow Lotus Lotus-Root Body!

This was the item the Shadow Lotus Church Demigods had fought over—supposedly a True God relic.

Whether that was true or not, Yin Yang didn't know. He only knew it possessed immense spirituality. If he used it as a 'temporary battery' for the blade-wielding ghost, it would be enough to sustain its liberation state for a while.

However, the item couldn't be used straight out of the box. Yin Yang had used Spirit-Bestow to modify it to some extent.

Between that and preparing the mask and sacrificial robe for the blade-wielding ghost, he had barely slept for two days. It was no wonder he was exhausted.

"School's out."

Old Liu's tone was solemn, as if something major was about to happen.

The surrounding influencers also picked up their phones, aiming them at the school gates. A moment later, a dense swarm of students came charging toward them.

The influencers were ecstatic, explaining to their cameras, "Do you see that? These are the students of our Huangshan City. What a vibrant group of young people!"

"They're coming! Let's see who manages to buy the first sausage today!"

"He's crossing the line! Excellent, it's him again—the dark-skinned athlete!"

A young man nearly one hundred and ninety centimeters tall ran to Yin Yang's stand and skillfully handed over ten yuan.

"Boss, two sausages."

"Here."

Yin Yang handed over the sausages he had prepared in advance. The boy took them, holding them up while panting for breath. Seeing this, the people around him began to bid.

"Hey, kid! Will you sell them for thirty?"

"Thirty-five!"

"Forty!"

The crowd jeered and bid, and even more people thought Yin Yang was an idiot.

Yin Yang didn't mind at all. He sold his sausages while watching his humanity grow.

Ever since his last three-in-one explosion, he had discovered that humanity was also a very interesting power.

Furthermore, as the power of humanity grew, he gained a brand-new understanding of divinity and spirituality.

How should he put it? It was quite interesting.

Now, he was desperate to find a couple of people from the Primitive Cult to study this together.

...

Night fell.

The entire mountain of the Lyu family manor was illuminated.

The security personnel were fully armed, their eyes alert.

They had all heard that Demigods were targeting the Lyu family. How could they not be afraid?

Yesterday, two people had even tried to call in sick to avoid the danger, only to be fired on the spot by Captain Zhou.

"You eat the master's grain, you share the master's worries!"

"If you can't do that, then don't take the paycheck."

Those were Captain Zhou's exact words, which instantly snuffed out the petty thoughts of many.

After all, the treatment at the Lyu family was excellent, and one was held in high regard in Huangshan City. Countless ascenders on the outside were trying to pull strings just to get in as guards.

Thus, these men could only grit their teeth and persevere, betting that the unlucky soul killed by a Demigod wouldn't be them.

No one was more nervous than the two guards stationed at the main gate.

Though both were Sequence 6, it was precisely because of this that they understood the gap between themselves and a Demigod!

Furthermore, the Lyu estate's gate was unique; outsiders could only enter through it.

This meant that regardless of which direction a Demigod came from, these two would be the first to get hit. How could they not be nervous?

At the thought of this, their gazes toward Captain Zhou grew somewhat sullen.

This brat was only a Sequence 7, yet he dared to order two Sequence 6s to guard the gate!

Just because he was the master's confidant?

Heh, ridiculous!

While the two were grumbling internally, a streak of red light flew toward them.