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Amu and Atong exchanged a glance, both with the same confusion in their eyes.

With the teacher's current strength, he clearly has the confidence to crush everything, so why does he choose to remain inactive?

With the Demon Suppression Division's current strength, it's only a matter of time before they raze the entire megacity to the ground.

The two didn't dare ask any further questions, and simply replied in unison, "Yes!"

Lin Yuan's figure slowly became transparent, and finally completely disappeared into the air, leaving only one sentence echoing in the air: "Nancheng, it's in your hands now."

Amu straightened his back, looked down at the vast but desolate city below, and took a deep breath.

He turned to Atong and said in a deep voice, "Brother, pass down the order: all disciples must speed up the cleanup. Within three days, I want this city to be completely free of any trace of fighting."

A-Tong nodded, turned around, and vanished into the horizon as a blur.

……

The atmosphere at the Zhao family manor was so oppressive it was almost palpable.

Tang Xin remained sitting blankly in the corner, her eyes vacant, muttering "I can't go back" over and over again, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

Zhao Yu, Zhao Jingshu, and their siblings sat around the sofa, their faces filled with confusion and fear.

The moment the demonic veins were stripped away, they plummeted from their lofty positions of privilege to the dust. This immense fall nearly drove them mad.

"Big brother, what do we do now?" Zhao Yu asked again, his voice hoarse and devoid of his former arrogance.

Zhao Haicheng glanced at the gray sky outside the window and remained silent.

"What do we do! What do we do?!"

Zhao Yu has asked this question no less than ten times.

Seeing that Zhao Haicheng remained silent, he suddenly jumped up from the sofa, his eyes red, and growled, "Big brother! I know you're fearless! You're Lin Yuan's older brother, he won't mistreat you! But think about us too! We're your family too!"

"Family?" Zhao Haicheng turned his head, a self-deprecating smile curving his lips. "Zhao Yu, ask yourself honestly, all these years, have you really considered me your older brother? Don't you have any idea why I've become close to Yuanyuan?"

Zhao Yu was choked so badly that his face turned pale and then red. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

How could he not remember? Over the years, he had often teamed up with his other siblings to make things difficult for Zhao Haicheng.

It was because he was resentful—why was Zhao Haicheng, the heir of the Zhao family, the same person who had awakened the strange veins?

Coupled with their father's overt and covert suppression, these twins have been on the opposite side of their eldest brother since childhood.

"That...that was Father's will! It has nothing to do with us! Big brother, we had no choice!" Zhao Yu argued, his voice growing softer and softer.

Zhao Haitang curled up in another corner of the sofa, her head bowed low, ignoring the argument between the two.

Only in those gloomy eyes did a scheming mind, unfathomable to others, surge.

Just then, the villa's door creaked open from the outside.

A familiar yet unfamiliar figure slowly walked in.

It's Zhao Qianqian.

The seventh sister who they had ignored for countless years.

At this moment, Zhao Qianqian had changed into a smart black outfit from the Demon Suppression Division, which made her stand tall and straight. There was no trace of her usual timidity or fear between her brows, only a calm and cold demeanor.

"It's you!" Zhao Yu, seeing her, seemed to have found an outlet for his anger, pointing his finger at her nose and cursing, "You piece of trash! You still have the nerve to come back?!"

Zhao Qianqian glanced at him calmly, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Oh? You're surprised I'm back?"

She stared at her second brother—no, now he should be her third brother.

Although the memories of the megacity became like a blurry dream after the other "self" disappeared, the loathing for this home deep in her soul remained as clear as a brand.

Seeing Zhao Yu's impotent rage, Zhao Qianqian was too lazy to waste words with him and went straight to the point:

"Don't waste your energy. It's not certain who's the good-for-nothing yet. I'm back today to formally inform you—from today onwards, this manor, and all the properties under the Zhao family's name, will be taken over by the Demon Suppression Division."

"What?!"

The Zhao siblings all stood up abruptly, their faces ashen.

"Why?!" Zhao Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. "This belongs to our Zhao family! It was passed down from our ancestors!"

"Just because—" Zhao Qianqian's gaze slowly swept over everyone present, her voice as cold as ice, "The Demon Suppression Division has already sent all the noble families of Nancheng to their deaths."

As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled a document from her pocket and slammed it on the table.

"This is the teacher's order."

Seeing the exasperated looks on the Zhao siblings' faces, Zhao Qianqian smiled faintly: "Oh, by the way, you probably don't know who my teacher is. Let me tell you—my teacher is Lin Yuan, the master of the entire Demon Suppression Division."

"You can choose to stay here and live like ordinary people, or you can choose to leave; the Demon Suppression Division will not stop you."

After saying that, she turned and left without any hesitation.

"Stop!" Zhao Haitang suddenly raised her head, her voice sharp as fingernails scraping against glass. "Zhao Qianqian! Don't be so smug! You think you can act tough in front of me just because you've become Lin Yuan's dog?!"

Zhao Qianqian stopped in her tracks and glanced back at her. Her gaze was as indifferent as if she were looking at a clown.

"At least, I still have the right to be a dog."

"And you don't even have that qualification."

Leaving those words behind, she strode out of the villa, ignoring the furious curses that followed her, without even turning her head.

Outside the villa, Amu stood quietly waiting for her.

"Is everything taken care of?" Amu asked.

"Hmm." Zhao Qianqian nodded, a cold glint in her eyes. "They're just a bunch of clawless cats and dogs now, they can't cause any trouble. Besides, letting them live like ordinary people might be more painful than killing them—after all, what they despise most are ordinary people."

Amu looked at her and slowly nodded: "Your teacher asked you to assist Long Ce in handling the handover matters. The people from the Dragon Kingdom will arrive tonight."

Zhao Qianqian's body trembled slightly, and then a bright smile appeared on her face.

"I understand." She nodded vigorously.

……

Late at night, at a temporary airport in the suburbs of the southern part of the city.

Dozens of transport planes bearing the logo of the Dragon Kingdom pierced the night sky and slowly descended.

As the cabin door opened, squads of soldiers in uniform, their expressions solemn, stepped off the plane in perfect unison, their footsteps echoing loudly in the quiet night.

The leader was an elderly man in a suit, with a square face, sharp eyes, and an imposing presence.

He gazed at the unfamiliar city, feeling the lingering stench of blood in the air, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

Zhao Qianqian and Long Ce were already waiting at the edge of the airport. Upon seeing the old man, they immediately stepped forward and gave him a standard military salute: "Commander!"

The old man was taken aback when he saw them, then a relieved smile spread across his face. He patted Long Ce and Zhao Qianqian on the shoulder, his voice booming, "Well done! You didn't let us down!"

After saying that, his gaze fell on Amu behind Long Ce, and he extended his hand: "This must be the person in charge of the Demon Suppression Division. I am Wang Weiguo, the chief person in charge of the Southern Border of the Dragon Kingdom."

Amu looked at his outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and shook it, saying simply, "Amu."

Wang Weiguo didn't mind his coldness. His gaze swept over the imposing Demon Suppression Division disciples behind him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. The elite status of this team far exceeded his expectations.

"Where is Mr. Lin Yuan?" Wang Weiguo asked.

"The teacher has other matters to attend to," Amu replied. "We will temporarily take over everything in Nancheng."

Wang Weiguo nodded without asking further questions. He knew that someone like Lin Yuan had a different level of focus than they did.

"Okay." Wang Weiguo composed himself, his expression turning serious. "Our people are ready and can begin taking over the work at any time."

I need the most detailed map of South City, population distribution data, and—a list of all the family members who have been stripped of their demonic veins.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

A comprehensive, top-down transformation of the entire southern city is about to begin.

At the preparatory meeting for this renovation, an extremely strange planning map was placed in front of Wang Weiguo.