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

As soon as Luo Yao finished speaking.

On the bridge, the last werewolf collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Fu Yang's revolver was emitting blue smoke, its magazine empty.

Yueyao pulled the knife from the back of the werewolf's neck and barely managed to stand by leaning on the hilt.

"It's all resolved... Captain Fu..." she reported to Fu Yang in a hoarse voice.

"That's about it." Fu Yang gritted his teeth and tore off a piece of his sleeve to tie up the wound.

On top of the bridge, Zheng Xingguang's three peach wood swords blocked all the white-clad woman's escape routes.

The woman stood barefoot on the end of the steel cable, her flute already fallen into the river.

Everything is moving in a positive direction.

It wasn't until the children regained consciousness and looked around that they stopped.

The youngest girl, only seven or eight years old, staggered over to a werewolf lying face up in a pool of blood and nudged his shoulder with her little hand.

"Father, get up... Father... get up..."

Unable to push her, she ran to another werewolf.

He covered the shocking wound on her face with his hand, and blood seeped out from between her fingers.

"Mom, does it hurt...? I'll warm it for you, it won't hurt if I do..."

Another boy stood amidst a pile of corpses, trembling, tears streaming down his face.

Then he looked up at the sky and let out a wolf howl.

That cry was like a knife.

The two children rushed toward those who would never respond to them again.

Clutching at her clothes, shaking her shoulders, she called out to her father, her mother, and her grandfather.

The cries rose and fell, echoing across the empty bridge.

Zheng Yueyao gripped the knife hilt tightly: "Captain Fu, they..."

"Take it back first."

Fu Yang put away his gun, not daring to look at the children's faces.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

The remaining fog on the bridge surface began to change color.

Starting from where the children knelt, the gray-white was swallowed by the scarlet, like a drop of blood falling into clear water, spreading rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, crimson arcs of electricity crackled in the fog, turning the bridge's steel cables a blood-red hue.

Fu Yang suddenly turned his head.

The children who were wailing and lying on their parents' corpses were emitting a crimson mist from their bodies.

It flowed out of the eyes, mouth, and ears.

With each increase in the volume of their cries, the fog thickened.

"Oh no!! They're starting to turn into beasts!! Eliminate them! Leave no one alive!!"

Before Fu Yang's roar had even finished, Zheng Yueyao had already charged forward with her knife.

The blade flashed and fell.

"clang--!!"

Zheng Yueyao, along with her knife, was blasted away by an invisible force, her back slamming heavily against the bridge railing. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zheng Xingguang, who was above, caught a glimpse of this scene, his pupils contracted sharply, and he turned around and jumped down.

But as soon as his toes left the steel frame, a bare foot kicked him hard in the chest.

He was kicked flying and crashed into the iron cable pile, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The woman in white used the rebound to land lightly on the steel cable with a steady sound.

"The ceremony has already begun, and neither you nor I can stop it."

On the bridge surface, the crimson mist rapidly contracted.

The two cubs' bodies absorbed all the water from it like a sponge.

After the fog dissipated, two enormous figures stood up.

The two werewolves were entirely scarlet and even larger than the four adult werewolves from before.

They slowly turned their heads, their scarlet eyes scanning the surrounding crowd.

It was filled with chaos and hatred.

A chill ran down Fu Yang's spine.

He suddenly turned around and roared at the operative behind him.

"Attack!! All forces must advance!! We cannot allow them to cross the bridge even an inch!!"

Gunshots rang out.

Rune bullets rained down like a storm.

More than a dozen melee operators drew their swords and flanked from the flank.

Before the first few had even gotten within three meters, a scarlet claw swept across them.

Only four bloody afterimages remained in the air as three heads flew up simultaneously.

The remaining people were sent flying backward by the claw-like wind.

The rune bullets hit the werewolf but didn't even penetrate its fur, leaving only faint white marks on its skin.

Fu Yang's cold sweat mixed with blood flowed into his eyes.

The aura of these two creatures is still growing, visibly rising, and they will soon break through to the A rank.

"Message sent!! Requesting S-rank operators for reinforcements!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a mutilated corpse was slapped by the werewolf and sent flying, landing squarely on his body.

It was the young subordinate who had just been reporting the news to him; half of his face was gone, leaving only one eye wide open.

Fu Yang didn't have time to wipe the blood off his face.

He looked up and saw a scarlet werewolf standing in front of him.

He instinctively raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

"Click."

The werewolf snapped its jaws shut on the gun barrel.

His old companion, which had been with him for many years, was bitten into a pile of scrap metal.

He stumbled back three steps, his back slamming into the guardrail.

It's over...

A dozen meters away, Zheng Yueyao and several other team members were desperately trying to hold back another werewolf.

The standard-issue longsword she had just brought from the station was already chipped, and the wound under her ribs had been torn open even wider.

With each swing of the knife, blood seeped out.

He rolled away to dodge the attack, then swung his blade at the werewolf's hind leg, the blade only penetrating half an inch before being clamped by the muscle.

A heart-wrenching roar came from above: "Sister—!!"

He was tightly entangled by the woman in white, and two of his three swords had already been lost, with only one remaining, which was still struggling to hold on.

The woman's attacks intensified, giving him no chance to escape.

He tried to rush down, but was dragged into the air.

...

...

Across the bridge, on the top of a tall building.

Luo Yao shrugged and smiled knowingly.

"Forget it, let's wait for the Special Administration Bureau's S-rank operatives to deal with these two. Let's go home and have some late-night snacks."

She turned to leave.

But the werewolf beside him remained motionless, as if his feet were nailed to the rooftop.

Those eyes, gleaming with a ghostly golden light in the shadows, stared unblinkingly at the bridge surface.

"Hey buddy, you're not thinking of going down there, are you?"

Luo Yao tilted her head, a hint of helplessness flashing in her golden vertical pupils.

"Those two things are almost at the S-rank threshold. With your current strength, are you trying to just add them to the meal?"

Bai Ziheng knew.

Just standing here, from this distance, he could feel the oppressive aura emanating from those two scarlet werewolves.

His fingers, hanging by his sides, trembled slightly; his body, modified by demon blood, was a warning to him.

Your opponent is of a much higher rank than you.

He silently turned around, intending to leave as Luo Yao had instructed.

Luo Yao nodded in satisfaction and was about to grab his wrist.

Just then, a shout came from the river breeze.

"elder sister--!!"

The voice was choked with sobs, filled with a despair that even with all their might, they couldn't catch up.

It felt like flesh and blood were being forcibly torn from the throat.

Bai Ziheng stopped in his tracks.

He tilted his head slightly.

I saw the girl whose body had been pierced by the werewolf's claws, her whole body hanging on the claws, the knife slipping from her hand and falling to the ground.

But her hand was still moving, her blood-stained fingers gripping the fur on the werewolf's claws, as if she wanted to continue fighting.

Meanwhile, the boy above was recklessly rushing downwards.

The woman in white behind him seized the opportunity to strike, a crimson aura hitting his back. He took the hit head-on, and the blood he spat out drew an arc in the air.

"sister--!!"

Bai Ziheng stood on the rooftop, motionless.

He seemed to have shouted that a long time ago.

Memories and the scene before my eyes overlapped.

The girl whose body was pierced, and the boy who recklessly rushed downwards.

The next second, he exerted force with both legs.

The concrete beneath my feet was dented, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards.

He was like a cannonball, leaping from the roof of a building dozens of stories high and hurtling straight toward the bridge.

"Ouch! Ouch! Brother!!" Luo Yao's outstretched hand grasped at nothing, and she was almost pulled off the rooftop.

"Where are you going?! I haven't gotten on the bus yet!!"

She stomped her foot, bit her lip, and looked at the black figure that pierced the night sky, feeling both angry and amused.

"You! You'll regret this! I won't bring you back to life! I absolutely! Absolutely not... Ugh! This is so annoying! You just wait!!"