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

Luo Yao leaned against the steps, crossed her legs and stretched them out in front of her, then raised her chin at the people in front of her: "Alright, everyone's here. Sit wherever you like."

Qingyao looked around.

There are just a few steps at the back entrance, a trash can next to it, and a street lamp overhead.

The moths fluttered and bumped against the lampshade.

She bit her pipe and raised an eyebrow: "Where is there a place to sit?"

The boy with dog ears, however, didn't seem to care at all. He simply squatted down on the ground, his tail sticking out of the hole in the back of his pants and swishing around.

"Ugh, who was that man? I hadn't even finished speaking before he dragged me out! Does he even know who I am?!"

"You don't need to worry about that."

Luo Yao smiled and rested her chin on her hand, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the group.

"I called you all here today to do something for me."

The poker-faced man twirled a few dice in his hand: "This is quite unusual. You used to order us around one by one, but today you've gathered us all together."

Qingyao exhaled a puff of green smoke and glanced to the side with her almond-shaped eyes.

The middle-aged man in a suit sat upright, his briefcase resting on his lap.

A smile played on her lips, her tone carrying a hint of anticipation: "Especially with this Commander of the Special Administration Bureau."

Zheng Ningyuan snorted coldly, not even turning his head: "I disdain associating with you heretics. If it weren't for the Venerable One—"

"Hey, what did I say again?" Luo Yao smiled and looked at him, resting her chin on her hand.

A vein throbbed on Zheng Ningyuan's forehead.

He was silent for two seconds, then his lips moved: "...If it weren't for the Demon Lord."

"Call her Miss Devil."

Another vein bulged on Zheng Ningyuan's forehead.

I'm getting on in years, and I've been the undisputed authority in the Special Administration Bureau for so many years.

Even before retiring, he still had to play this naming game with a woman who looked younger than his daughter.

But there was nothing she could do; the Special Administration Bureau truly owed her a great deal.

"...Miss Devil." Zheng Ningyuan squeezed out the four words through gritted teeth.

"That's more like it." Luo Yao nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, alright!"

The dog-eared boy impatiently slapped the ground, his tail swishing twice behind him.

"What exactly do you want us to do? You dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night just to watch you cosplay here?"

Luo Yao grinned and opened her mouth.

Her tongue was much longer than normal, with a dark green crystal curled at the tip, slowly being pushed out from deep in her throat.

Saliva, drawn into thin threads, clung to the surface of the crystal, gleaming with a moist sheen under the streetlights.

With the crystal in her mouth, she raised her chin towards Qingyao, her words muffled: "Mmm... (Hold this for me)."

Qingyao shifted back three body lengths, almost dropping her pipe from her mouth: "Aren't you bothered by how dirty this is..."

The others also took a step back.

Luo Yao rolled her eyes, spat the crystal onto the steps, and wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand: "What's there to be disgusted about? My saliva is a good thing."

The crystal lay quietly on the steps.

There are several irregular lines on the dark green surface, as if it has been torn apart from the inside by some force.

An extremely faint dark red light emanated from the crack.

"I need you to help me investigate." Luo Yao held up one finger, her smile fading slightly.

"Where is the person who created this crystal at this moment?"

Poker Face paused for a moment as he picked up the dice.

"Creation? In other words, this crystal wasn't naturally formed within the alien's body, but was artificially created?"

Luo Yao nodded.

Zheng Ningyuan frowned, took out a pair of gloves from his briefcase and put them on, then reached out and picked up the crystal, bringing it close to his eyes for a closer look.

After a moment, his expression changed slightly: "It is indeed man-made. The crystal structure is completely different from the natural core, and this arrangement... I have never seen anything like it before."

He flipped the crystal over and held it up to the light of the street lamp.

"Your Excellency—Miss Devil, why are you seeking its creator?"

Luo Yao rested her elbows on her knees, supporting her chin.

"He used to be someone I trusted a lot."

"I trusted him so much that I lent him a portion of my power, letting him use it however he wanted."

"I'm treating it like investing in a promising stock."

She tilted her head, her golden vertical pupils slowly narrowing into slits under the light.

"However, this promising investor seems less inclined to return my principal now."

"Not only did you not return it, but you also used my things to cause trouble everywhere, making a huge fuss. That shows a complete lack of contractual spirit, doesn't it?"

The air fell silent for a moment.

Zheng Ningyuan abruptly raised his head, his pupils shrinking sharply: "Chaotic Power!? The mastermind behind the recent creation of beast breath?"

Luo Yao nodded slightly without saying anything.

Zheng Ningyuan's brows were furrowed tightly.

This information is crucial.

If the source of the beast's breath is the chaotic power lent by Luo Yao.

That would mean all the Special Administration Bureau's recently killed or wounded agents, and all the aliens driven mad by the beast's breath.

They all point to the same person.

Only Luo Yao knew this person's identity.

"Your Special Administration Bureau is chasing after animal breaths everywhere, and I provide the clues so you can solve the case. It's a win-win situation for both sides."

"And you."

Luo Yao turned to look at the other people.

"I know exactly what you want from me."

The boy with dog ears stood up.

Poker Face slowed down his dice-spinning, and Qingyao paused in her smoking pipe-biting posture.

"Whether it's immortality, freedom, intelligence, or protection."

"I can have whatever I want. I have a lot of other flaws, but I have one advantage: I'm especially generous to my own people."

Luo Yao rested her chin on her knees, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"As long as you can please me."

No one spoke.

This woman never plays by the rules, but today the conditions she offered were more serious than ever before.

The group exchanged glances.

Finally, Poker Face was the first to fold the dice into his palm: "Interesting. This guy's been hiding so well, it'll be more exciting to find him."

Zheng Ningyuan carefully placed the crystal into the evidence bag, stood up, and tucked his briefcase under his arm.

"The Special Administrative Region will launch a full search."

"Since it involves beast breath, this is our responsibility. I will personally oversee the arrangements and report any progress immediately."

Poker Face tossed the dice into the air, caught them, and stood up.

"The material of this crystal is no ordinary thing. Whoever can make this thing must have a secret trading record. I'll go check."

The dog-eared boy patted the dust off his rear end and flicked his tail.

"There's no one in this city I can't find! You just wait!"

Luo Yao nodded with a smile.

The group got up and dispersed.

Only Qingyao remained standing in the same spot.

She chewed on her pipe for a while, then suddenly took two steps down the steps and turned around.

Her long dress fluttered in the night breeze.

The jade hairpin gleamed softly under the streetlights, its face displaying a feline curiosity.

She leaned closer to Luo Yao and lowered her voice: "Sigh, I'll ask one last question, not about the crystal, nor about that traitor."

She pointed her pipe at the back door.

"Who is that person in the shop? They actually threw you out."

Qingyao blinked, and all the aloof, ethereal air in her tone vanished, leaving only gossip.

"What's your relationship?"

Luo Yao sat on the steps, looking at her with a smile.

"None of your business."

Qingyao's expectant face froze instantly.

She stared at Luo Yao through gritted teeth for three seconds, then raised her right hand and gave Luo Yao the middle finger.

She turned around, flicked her sleeves, her long skirt trailing behind her as she walked away without looking back.