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

With a surge of sword light beneath his feet, Zheng Xingguang transformed into a streak of azure light, tearing through the night sky and hurtling straight towards the top of the bridge tower.

The river wind blew into his Taoist robe, making it flutter.

He made a sword gesture with his right hand, with two peach wood swords close at his side.

On the bridge, Fu Yang pulled out the classically styled long-barreled revolver from his waist.

He raised his hand and fired a shot, the muzzle spitting out a tongue of fire infused with runes.

The bullet struck precisely in the chest of one of the berserk werewolves.

The werewolf simply took a few steps back.

It looked down at the bullet hole in its chest, and the muscles around the wound twitched a few times, then began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh shit."

Fu Yang cursed, his face beneath the mask turning completely grim.

Those refugees, who were originally emaciated and huddled together, had now been completely devoured by the beast's breath.

Their bodies swelled up, their limbs became thick as pillars, and their entire bodies were covered with gray-black fur.

Originally just a group of C-rank outcasts, they have now all broken through to A-rank.

But the cubs didn't change at all...

Fu Yang's gaze swept quickly across the center of the bridge. The children remained huddled in place.

There was no sign of him going berserk.

Fu Yang didn't have time to think it through.

Four berserk werewolves pounced on him at the same time.

Without turning his head, he roared, "Everyone back! Block the bridge! Don't let anyone come over!"

Then he stepped forward to face the four A-rank werewolves.

...

...

Top of the bridge tower.

A woman dressed in a plain white robe sat at the highest point of the cable-stayed bridge.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, blowing backward in the river breeze, and her face was as cool and aloof as a piece of uncarved white jade.

An old-fashioned flute lay across her lips.

With each flick of her fingertips, a crimson aura emanated from her body, continuously flowing towards the bridge surface.

A streak of blue light pierced through the thick fog, its sharp whistling sound aimed directly at her face.

The woman tilted her head slightly, and the peach wood sword flew past her ear.

A lock of her long hair was cut off and driven into the steel cable behind her, causing the sword to vibrate and hum.

The flute music stopped.

Zheng Xingguang landed on the steel frame at the top of the bridge tower.

He stared at the woman in white a few meters away, his fingers twitched slightly, and the peach wood sword hovered in mid-air, its tip aimed at the woman's throat.

"Who are you? Why are you manipulating beastly breath to harm the innocent?"

The woman slowly looked in his direction.

It was only then that Zheng Xingguang could see her eyes clearly.

His pupils were unfocused, and his grayish-white eyes remained fixed in his direction.

He is blind.

She did not answer Zheng Xingguang's question.

Zheng Xingguang stopped talking nonsense.

"Since you won't answer, then let's see what you've got."

With a flick of his swordsmanship, three peach wood swords shot out in a triangular formation.

The woman flipped backward lightly, her toes lightly touching the steel cable.

He moved several meters to the side as if he were a ghost.

Three swords pierced the spot where she had just stood, severing the steel cable at its base.

Zheng Xingguang didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, and his figure followed closely behind.

The two men were locked in combat atop the bridge tower.

The woman's movements were unpredictable, leaving Zheng Xingguang completely baffled.

But she never had the chance to play that flute again.

...

...

On the bridge, Fu Yang was about to give up.

His suit was already torn to shreds, and three deep, bone-revealing claw marks on his left arm were oozing blood.

His right leg was also hit, and he is now limping.

But he did not back down.

"Fu Yang, Fu Yang, you're really getting worse as you get older."

"I shouldn't have wasted so much time talking to that kid... If we had just killed those werewolves earlier, none of this would have happened..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood and ejected the empty magazine.

He pulled out a spare set of specially made bullets from his waist and deftly inserted them.

The four werewolves' crimson eyes were fixed on the blood-soaked human.

It seemed to be assessing how much strength the prey had left to resist.

One of the werewolves made the first move, its massive body lunging forward, its sharp claws aimed straight for Fu Yang's throat.

He raised his gun and fired a shot, but another one attacked from the side at the same time.

In that split second—

A blade of light sliced ​​through the thick fog, slashing down diagonally from the side with a piercing whistling sound.

The werewolf that attacked from the side was forced back several steps by this slash.

Zheng Yueyao landed beside Fu Yang, holding a black and gold longsword in both hands, the blade still stained with the black blood of werewolves.

She wasn't wearing her combat uniform; she was still in her civilian clothes, her hair casually tied in a ponytail at the back of her head.

"Team Leader Fu! Zheng Yueyao, captain of the third execution squad of the Demon Slayer Team, reporting for duty!"

"Xiao Yao?!"

Fu Yang was stunned for a moment, then put on a wry smile.

Tsk, these two siblings are really disobedient.

Zheng Yueyao didn't explain much, but simply adjusted her grip on the knife slightly.

The blade was pointed at the werewolves that were regrouping.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Xiao Yao, but I really need your help right now."

Fu Yang pushed the last bullet into the magazine and stood back to back with her.

"Let's coordinate and take them down one by one."

"yes!"

...

...

At the top of the tower, Zheng Xingguang's battle with the woman in white continued.

The sword's edge forced the woman to take a half-step back.

She frowned slightly and reached for the flute hanging at her waist.

Zheng Xingguang's sword descended from the sky, grazing the back of her hand and embedding itself in the gap of the steel cable, sending the flute flying into the rolling river.

"Without that flute, what can you do?"

Zheng Xingguang said coldly.

The woman's expression finally changed slightly.

Her brow furrowed slightly, as if she were assessing the boy's weight.

"The flute is no longer needed."

"...The ceremony is now complete."

...

...

Meanwhile, on the top of a tall building across the bridge.

Luo Yao sat on the edge of the rooftop, her two long legs, wrapped in black stockings, dangling in the air and swaying gently.

Beside her stood a burly werewolf. The figure looked down at the fierce battle raging on the bridge, a deep, rumbling sound emanating from its throat.

It was as if he was trying his best to suppress some kind of impulse.

"These younger guys at the Special Administration Bureau are really hardworking."

Luo Yao said with a smile.

"Unfortunately, the wrong approach was used."

The werewolf beside her asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean? Aren't they almost winning?"

Luo Yao looked at the figures fighting fiercely on the bridge, her golden vertical pupils reflecting the distant shadows of swords and spears.

"The power of chaos is not that simple."

"Beast breath is a forceful induction of chaos through external factors."

"True chaos comes from within."

"you mean……"

The werewolf's voice changed slightly.

Luo Yao stretched and stood up.

"Although these children worked very hard, unfortunately—"

She shrugged and gently patted the dust off her skirt.

"They're all going to die here."