If you were made a mascot, you would become a legend in the police force.

It was 11 p.m. on the coastal road in the city.

Because of its excellent road conditions and lack of blind spots in surveillance cameras, this road becomes an illegal haven for local street racers at midnight.

The surrounding residents suffered greatly, and the traffic police brigade organized several roadblocks. However, these street racers were extremely cunning and had wild driving skills, always managing to slip away like eels.

Tonight, another deafening roar of an engine shattered the tranquility of the night.

Five heavily modified supercars, exploding with extremely arrogant sparks, flew wildly close to the ground on the road.

In the lead Ferrari, a young man with dyed blond hair was gripping the steering wheel with one hand, exuding blind confidence. In the passenger seat sat a girl with a typical internet celebrity look, wearing a tank top.

"Brother Qiang, this is too fast! I get carsick!" The girl gripped the seatbelt tightly, her face pale with fright.

"Screw it! This is what speed and passion are all about!" The blond-haired guy laughed wildly, slamming the gas pedal to the floor. "There's not even a DUI checkpoint in this godforsaken place. Tonight, I'm breaking the record!"

Just as this group of young people were preparing to show off their gutter-like maneuvering around the sharp bend ahead...

High above, a crow named "Coal Ball" flapped its wings, looking down at the moving iron coffins as if they were mentally challenged.

[Coal Ball's telepathic message]: Haha! Boss, there are five cars with energetic young men speeding down below, going 180 km/h. Disturbing the peace in the middle of the night, I suggest they be physically exorcised!

A kilometer away, in a secluded spot, stood that heavy Ford minivan.

Li Tuantuan sat steadily in the back row, wrapped in an oversized black trench coat, with a pair of black sunglasses, the kind worn by blind people, perched on her nose.

Upon hearing the report from the coal ball in his mind, he snorted with utter disdain.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue]: 180? Are they rushing to be reincarnated? I'll take pity on you today and teach you what a hardcore traffic safety law is.

He pushed open the car door, and his massive, gas-tank-like body leaped nimbly into the night.

The pure white mythical beast "Mantou" followed closely behind.

"Tuantuan, watch your step, don't kill anyone!" Lin Wan said with a headache in the car.

Li Tuantuan had her back to her, casually waving her thick bear paw, the meaning of which was clear: basic stuff, just watch the show.

Before turn three.

The blond guy was excitedly thrashing the steering wheel, preparing to perform an extreme drift for the girl in the passenger seat.

Suddenly, his view was completely blocked by a huge object in front of him.

A giant, dark figure wearing an oversized trench coat stood brazenly in the middle of the road, like a load-bearing wall.

"Holy crap! Where did this King Kong come from?!" The blond guy was scared out of his wits and frantically slammed on the brakes.

Even at 180 km/h, with the brake pads under the tires almost sparking, the car still crashed straight into something.

"Run him over!" The blond-haired man gritted his teeth and, instead of slowing down, revved the engine with his eyes closed.

Just as the supercar was about to collide with the dark figure.

A violent white blur shot out from the nearby green belt.

The white mastiff "Mantou" opened its blood-red maw, not even glancing at the scrap metal, and spat out a mouthful of extremely cold icy mist directly onto the asphalt road.

"Snap!"

The entire fifty-meter-long dry road surface was instantly frozen into a bulletproof ice shell over ten centimeters thick.

When the supercar's hot tires collided with this natural ice rink, it instantly turned into an uncontrollable spinning top.

"Sizzle—"

With an extremely loud tire screeching sound, the blond-haired man's car spun wildly on the ice.

The four cars behind them also got hit like dumplings being dropped into a pot, sliding and crashing one after another on the ice.

"Bang bang bang!"

After a devastating chain-reaction collision, five expensive supercars crashed into the roadside guardrail, their front ends belching white smoke, and were totaled on the spot.

Fortunately, the ice absorbed most of the impact, so although the people in the car were dazed and confused, none of them suffered fatal injuries.

The blond-haired man was thrown around by the airbag, seeing stars, and then kicked open the deformed car door and crawled out.

He clutched his bleeding nose and cursed, "Who's blind enough to make ice on the street?! This is a limited edition!"

He had just finished cursing when he felt a terrifying shadow descend upon him, a shadow so large it could block out the moonlight.

The blond-haired man looked up, his entire body completely frozen.

The "Iron Tower" in the black trench coat had silently walked up to him without him noticing.

Under the pale light of the streetlamp, Huang Mao finally saw the face hidden under the collar of the trench coat.

It was a huge bear face, black and white, furry, and wearing black sunglasses.

Li Tuantuan slowly took off her sunglasses and looked down at the clueless two-legged beast.

Then, he slowly opened his three-lobed mouth, revealing two rows of gleaming fangs, and added an extremely amiable smile.

"belch--"

Li Tuantuan let out a loud, relaxed burp, the rich aroma of braised pork spraying directly onto Huang Mao's face.

The blond-haired man rolled his eyes, his legs jerked violently, and he was so frightened that he lost consciousness.

"Ghost...ghost!" The other racers were so scared that they ran away in the opposite direction.

Li Tuantuan curled her bear-like lips in disdain.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue]: With such a tiny bit of audacity, you dare to imitate others and race cars in the middle of the night? Go home and drink your milk!

[Ding! Five street racers were apprehended after a serious traffic violation was stopped. 500 merit points awarded.]

Only five hundred? You're treating a beggar like that!

Li Tuantuan rubbed her chin in extreme dissatisfaction. It seemed these energetic young men were all complete pushovers, offering little in the way of real benefits; this round of overtime was truly a waste of time.

Just as he was about to wave his hand to signal Lin Wan to come over and clean up the mess.

Jin Dou, who had been sleeping soundly in his pocket, suddenly sprang out like a zombie.

Jin Dou didn't even glance at the speeders; instead, she went crazy and headed straight for a manhole cover on the side of the road.

Its golden fur stood on end, its two front paws scratched frantically at the edge of the manhole cover, and it emitted an extremely sharp warning sound.

Li Tuantuan frowned, sensing that something was wrong.

Jin Dou is an SSR-level treasure-hunting rat, with a sense of danger sharper than radar. For something to scare this greedy rat like this, what's underground is definitely no pushover.

He strode over, squatted down, and sniffed the gap in the manhole cover with his black nose.

A chilling, rotten smell assaulted my nostrils.

This smell was completely different from the fresh, bloody odor of the previous Evolutionary Cult. It was like old cured meat that had been simmering underground for hundreds of years, exuding an extremely pure aura of death.

This is the death aura that only "the dead" can emit!

The nonchalance on Li Tuantuan's face vanished instantly.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue]: What the hell is hiding in this city's sewer system? Is the spiritual energy revival so powerful that even a coffin lid can't hold it back?

He stretched out his thick bear paw, grabbed the edge of the cast iron manhole cover, and exerted force with one arm.

"Clang!"

He roughly tore off the heavy manhole cover, which weighed over 200 kilograms, as if throwing a plastic frisbee.

From the pitch-black, bottomless sewers, a sickeningly loud sound of bones being chewed could be faintly heard.