As spiritual energy revived, I, having acquired certain attributes, gradually ascended to immortalit

Suddenly, an eerie silence descended upon the alley; the narrow, dimly lit environment resembled a gaping maw ready to devour people.

Seeing Shen Qing approaching, A Yuan was the first to recover, and angrily shouted, "Damn it, he dares to fight back? Get him! Just don't kill him!"

He refused to believe that even if one person was good at fighting, they could take on a whole group of them.

Not to mention they were all carrying steel pipes and batons; even if there was a wall in front of them, they could still dig a hole in it.

Then, A-Yuan saw what it meant to hit someone like a painting.

The alley was narrow, and at most one or two people could rush up at a time. The first two people to rush up hadn't even gotten close yet.

With a loud "bang," they were both sent flying backward, crashing into the wall and remaining motionless before sliding down like two paintings that hadn't been nailed down.

Shen Qing's movements were not fast, and could even be described as casual, yet no one could dodge them.

The person behind was stunned and before they could react, they also crashed into the wall.

One after another, muffled thuds echoed through the alley.

The whole process took no more than ten seconds. Ah Yuan looked at his underlings who had all fallen to the ground, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You, you don't come any closer!" His voice trembled and became shrill.

This guy seems a bit too good at fighting, but so what if he's good at fighting?

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. It popped out with a "click," but his hand holding the knife trembled so badly he almost dropped it.

"Damn it, I'm not afraid of you!"

As if to bolster his own courage, A Yuan suddenly shouted, then hurled the switchblade at Shen Qing and turned to run.

I hadn't run two steps when I heard a metallic clanging sound behind me.

Then, a sudden, sharp pain shot through him, like being hit by a car. His vision went black, and he seemed to understand why his underling had suddenly stopped moving.

"Bang!"

Ah Yuan fell heavily to the ground.

A few seconds later, Shen Qing sat on his lap, made a call to Sheriff Wang Yu, briefly explained the situation, and then glanced at A Yuan's right hand.

"And tattoos?"

On the tiger's mouth was a tattoo shaped like a withered leaf, very inconspicuous. If it weren't for his good eyesight, it would have looked like a stain in this dim alley.

Shen Qing didn't think much of it; even organized criminal gangs have the police force around them.

He hung up the phone and began to ponder Chen Chen's reaction just now, which was clearly trying to cover something up for him.

"So, what did he guess?"

Shen Qing wasn't sure either. There weren't even any surveillance cameras near the alumni forest, so normally no one should know that he had fought with demons.

So it's from other aspects...

Shen Qing suddenly looked up. He remembered that Chen Chen might have recognized Xie Chong.

"Are you free for the next few days? How about I treat you to a meal?"

After thinking for a moment, Shen Qing sent Chen Chen a text message. He needed to know how much the other party had guessed.

Meanwhile, in the commercial street, on the edge of the old town.

Wang Yu, a plainclothes sheriff, put away his phone and waved to the young sheriff standing next to him who was holding a walkie-talkie and looked troubled.

"Alright, no need to go through the trouble of communicating to find nearby surveillance footage."

"Huh?" the young sheriff asked, puzzled.

"That group of thieves has been caught." Wang Yu spat. "A leopard can't change its spots. They were honest for less than a year and they're back to committing crimes again."

In commercial streets, where there is a huge flow of people, especially during holidays, there are always security officers patrolling.

Even so, it would be an hour or two after the police call was received, and since these people were consciously avoiding surveillance cameras, it was almost impossible to catch them.

The only way is to ask those seasoned criminals with criminal records; after all, every snake has its own path, and every rat has its own way of doing things.

But Wang Yu never expected that these people would actually provoke a special department.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but laugh, shook his head, and said, "Let's go, to recruit people."

The young sheriff followed behind, looking completely bewildered.

When they reached the dark alley, they saw only seven or eight people lying dead, with several steel pipes and batons scattered around them.

The young sheriff opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to finally utter a sentence.

"Has a small-scale brawl broken out?"

Wang Yu crouched down and observed the situation of the group. He found that all of them had lost consciousness with a single blow, but their injuries were not very serious.

"It's just a one-sided crushing victory." He picked up a baton and waved it around. "Holding a weapon makes the crime even more serious."

Compared to the incomprehensible zombies from last time, the current situation made him more aware of the strength of the special department members.

In a narrow alley, dealing with seven or eight people.

Normally, even elite soldiers in the army can do it, but it's a different story when they're armed. If they accidentally get hit, the situation could turn around instantly.

But the person in front of me didn't look a bit disheveled.

"Team Leader Wang."

Wang Yu stood up, and a figure walked out of the alley; it was Shen Qing.

Seeing that Shen Qing was not out of breath and his clothes were clean, looking nothing like he had been through any fighting, he was even more surprised and nodded, saying:

"Thank you, we're looking for these people too."

"It was something they did on their own initiative, and they approached my friend about it."

Shen Qing shook her head.

"However, Captain Wang, this is probably a fairly large group. I noticed they all have the same tattoo on the back of their hands."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yu immediately became serious. Uniform tattoos?

He squatted down again and checked the webs between the thumbs of each person's hands. Sure enough, each person had a withered leaf tattoo, which they hadn't had before.

"Okay, I understand. Thanks for reminding me."

Wang Yu nodded, stood up and looked at Shen Qing, "However, Comrade Shen Qing, we need to ask about the process briefly, as it concerns the reward."

Shen Qing waved his hand, and Wang Yu continued, "Several of them are repeat offenders, and the reward can be around ten thousand."

"Um?"

Shen Qing paused in her steps.

Since A Yuan and his group were not seriously injured, and Shen Qing was a member of a special department, after briefly explaining the situation and promising that the reward would be credited to their account within three working days, he let him leave.

With a lot to do over the past two days, Shen Qing decided to go back and rest, as there was no rush to cultivate.

Soon, he returned to the apartment complex where he rented a place.

The hallway light was still flickering. Shen Qing stared blankly at the broken lock on the door, unsure if it was just her imagination, but it seemed to have some scratches.

He pushed open the door as if nothing had happened, turned on the light, and scanned the entire room with his eyes, finding no change from when he left.

However, there was a little bit of hard-to-notice white residue on the ground.

Shen Qing was puzzled. She opened the refrigerator door, and sure enough, the few cold steamed buns inside had disappeared.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sound of something cutting through the air rang out from behind, and Shen Qing paused, his brows furrowing.

"If stealing isn't enough, are you going to attack the homeowner too?"

Was it a coincidence, or did Wu Yuan's backer come knocking on our door so quickly during the day?

But why steal steamed buns?

"I will return the food to you."

A clear, crisp female voice came from behind, sounding alert and tense. Footsteps sounded, very light, and then faded into the distance.

Trying to run away?!