He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

"Don't make any rash moves."

A man who looked like a captain spoke coldly, his finger still on the trigger.

"Take one more step forward, and you will be killed without mercy."

At one end of the bridge, a car was parked next to the control point on the approach bridge.

The car door opened, and a man in a black suit stepped out.

His lower face was covered by a silver metal mask.

The eyes behind the mask were calm and indifferent.

He leaned against the car door, watching from afar what was happening on the bridge.

"Captain Fu."

A subordinate ran up to him quickly, stood at attention, and reported.

"Identities confirmed, they are all unregistered outcasts, werewolves."

"Werewolves? Then that's it."

"The Third Enforcement Team of the Supernatural Affairs Bureau was just wiped out. The alien that killed them was also a werewolf."

"No need to talk anymore, just shoot."

The subordinate paused for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"But... Captain Fu, isn't this a bit against the management regulations? They really haven't harmed anyone, the intelligence team's assessment report says—"

Special times call for special measures.

Fu Yang took a slow and deliberate step and walked onto the bridge.

As he brushed past his subordinate's shoulder, he left without turning his head and uttered a single sentence.

"Even if we're going to talk, we should disarm each other first. There's no such thing as a harmless monster in this world."

The subordinate's eyelids twitched, then he stood at attention, turned around, and relayed the orders to the officers on the bridge.

A series of synchronized bolt-action clicks echoed across the bridge as all the guns simultaneously locked onto the seven or eight cowering figures in the middle of the bridge.

The middle-aged man's hands began to tremble.

"I...I told you, we didn't hurt anyone! We escaped! Please!"

"There are still children here! We really, really haven't hurt anyone! We just want to live, is that wrong?"

"Alright, stop arguing."

A detached voice came from behind the operators.

The surrounding area automatically parted to the sides, making way for a passage.

Fu Yang stopped at the front of the encirclement and casually glanced at the seven or eight cowering figures.

"I am Fu Yang, the captain of the fifth squad of the Special Administration Bureau's Field Operations Department. On behalf of the Special Administration Bureau, I accept your surrender."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and his lips trembled as he was about to speak.

"but."

"The werewolves are too dangerous. Once they transform into beasts, even an old, weak, woman, or child can easily tear apart a well-trained operator. I can't afford to take that risk."

He waved his hand, his tone as indifferent as if he were simply telling people what to eat in the cafeteria that night.

"All adult outcasts will have their hands and feet dislocated before being taken back. Children can remain still, but they must wear restraints at all times."

The subordinates looked at each other, some of them freezing in their guns, others glancing instinctively at the faces of their comrades.

Fu Yang didn't turn around, but he knew what the agents behind him were hesitating about, so he slowly added another sentence.

"That's an order."

The middle-aged man stared incredulously at the masked man before him.

The women behind him let out suppressed sobs, while the youngest child, unaware of what was happening, simply clung tightly to his mother's clothes.

He stared blankly at the gun-wielding strangers around him with his vertical pupils, which were unlike any of those of a human.

"You can't do this!"

The middle-aged man spread his arms and instinctively shielded his family members.

"We...we are living, breathing human beings too! We haven't harmed anyone! We just want to live—we just want to live!!"

"Yes, I know you want to live, and I'm just following orders."

Fu Yang turned around and waved to him with his back to him.

"And I can do whatever I want."

The dark muzzle of a gun was raised.

Just then—

A streak of blue light pierced the night sky and descended from the heavens.

It was a peach wood sword, which was stuck straight into the bridge surface, landing in the gap of less than five meters between the execution troops and the werewolf clan.

A white figure followed closely behind.

Zheng Xingguang stepped onto another sword and rode the wind, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He flipped in mid-air and landed lightly on the bridge.

The sword stuck in the ground flew up automatically, spun in the air, and steadily returned to the sword case on his back.

"Captain Fu, what are you doing?"

Fu Yang turned around and narrowed his eyes slightly after seeing who it was.

"Xiao Guang, this is none of your business. Go back."

"Were you just about to order the killing of these aliens? But they pose no threat now."

"I'm the one in charge on site, Xiao Guang. You're not in the command sequence. According to the rules, you should be standing outside the blockade line."

Zheng Xingguang stood still, the sword case on his back emitting a slight hum, as if the sword was responding to its master's thoughts.

"I was at the scene when Senior Brother He Yuan had the accident, but the matter hasn't been investigated yet, so I can't—"

"Can't what?"

Fu Yang interrupted him, his voice turning colder.

"Your senior and junior brothers and sisters were just slaughtered like dogs. Don't you feel aggrieved for them?"

A river breeze blew by, causing the young man's Taoist robe to flutter loudly.

His fingers, hanging by his side, twitched slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"I'm furious too."

"But I don't wear this uniform for a moment of pleasure."

"I'm not here to kill a few outcasts to vent my anger."

"I am a Special Administration agent. My duty is to catch the mastermind, not to shoot a refugee with a child when the truth is unclear."

He stepped forward and stood between Fu Yang and the group of outsiders.

"Captain Fu, please order the guns to be put away."

The air was still for a few seconds. Suddenly, the sound of the wind and the roar of the river became very loud.

Fu Yang looked at him, and a ripple finally appeared in his calm and cold eyes.

It's like an experienced person looking at a young person who hasn't been tempered by reality, finding it both laughable and sad.

He let out a long sigh.

"Zheng Xingguang, do you know what the biggest difference is between you and your father?"

He said.

"Your dad knows that some things can't be overcome with just enthusiasm."

He paused, then shifted his gaze from Zheng Xingguang's face to the dimly lit riverbank in the distance.

"You and your sister—"

Before Fu Yang could finish speaking, a clear and melodious flute melody suddenly drifted from the river.

Immediately afterwards, a strong, sweet and pungent aroma wafted over on the river breeze.

At the same time, thick fog rose from the river surface.

"It's beastly breath!!"

Fu Yang's pupils constricted sharply, and he almost roared out the words.

"Control those monsters!! Don't let them come into contact with the fog!! Quickly!!"

But it was too late.

The thick fog seemed alive, surging from the river and swallowing the middle section of the bridge in the blink of an eye.

The werewolves in the middle of the bridge began to let out painful howls.

The middle-aged man clutched his head tightly with both hands, gritting his teeth as he fought against the force that was eroding his sanity.

The woman behind him let out spasmodic moans, pressing the child tightly against her chest, and with her last shred of consciousness spoke to the youngest child.

"Cover your ears... Okay, cover your ears, don't listen..."

Zheng Xingguang tilted his head slightly.

At the top of the highest bridge tower, a figure sat leisurely.

He was playing the flute.

Zheng Xingguang's eyes turned cold, and he formed a sword finger with his hand, causing the peach wood sword in the sword box to rise with the wind.

"Found you..."

"Rat"