High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

Qingzhou No.1 High School is the most prestigious and top-tier high school in Beijiang City.

This place not only has the top students with the best grades, but also all kinds of rich kids.

Here, if you throw a brick onto the playground with your eyes closed and hit ten students, eight of them will be rich.

Saturday afternoon, during the peak of school dismissal time, means that the miserable senior high school students only have half a day off, and they have to go back to school on Sunday afternoon.

An eighteen-year-old boy, about 1.78 meters tall, was walking in the alley, with a faded shoulder bag slung across his shoulder.

He walked with a slouching gait, his eyelids drooping, as if he hadn't rested in a long time.

At that moment, he was strolling casually down the back street of the school, glancing down at the digital watch on his wrist, muttering to himself, "The coordinates... should be around here."

The scene changes.

In a dark, dead-end alley in the backstreet, a traditional campus performance full of raw, untamed beauty is taking place.

"Bang!"

A young man with dyed yellow hair kicked a boy on the ground hard in the stomach.

As the blond-haired man cursed, he tossed the few red bills in his hand: "Is this all? Are you trying to fob me off? If you don't double your protection money next week, I'll beat you every time I see you!"

As it turns out, this most primal form of physical extortion will never be absent, no matter where it is.

Shen Chang'an simply stood at the alley entrance and glanced at the unlucky guy on the ground with a bruised and swollen face.

It looks familiar.

Oh, I remember now, she's from the class next door, the kind of student who's considered good.

Shen Chang'an glanced at his digital watch again to confirm that this was the location, then casually walked in with one hand in his pocket.

The crisp sound of footsteps was particularly abrupt in the dead-end alley, and several thugs turned around in unison.

The blond-haired man at the head of the group squinted and sized up the newcomer.

The boy in front of me had a rather handsome but incredibly punchable face, and he looked listless.

Most importantly, he was still wearing the same blue and white school uniform that the school had issued without any alterations.

You should know that most people at No. 1 Middle School altered the hems of their school uniform trousers to a Korean-style slim fit, or they changed into their own clothes as soon as school was over.

In Huang Mao's mind, only a poor, honest person with no one to rely on would wear this original school uniform that looks like a fertilizer bag.

"Oh?"

The blond guy laughed and blew a smoke ring.

"Hey buddy, trying to be a hero?"

"I don't have that kind of free time."

Shen Chang'an stopped in his tracks, a gentle, courteous, and modest smile playing on his lips.

"I was just looking for someone around here. But since I've come across this kind of extortion and illegal behavior, I might as well deal with it. After all, I'm a law-abiding student."

His words were spoken with righteous indignation, but coupled with his lazy expression that completely disregarded others, the provocation reached its peak.

"Damn it, you're asking for it!"

The few henchmen behind the blond-haired man instantly flew into a rage, clenching their fists and cursing as they surrounded him.

"Boss, stop wasting time talking to him, beat him up too!"

"We're going to strip this kid of his school uniform today and make him run around the school's track naked!"

Several tall, burly thugs surrounded the narrow alley in a fan shape, and an intense sense of oppression instantly filled the space.

If it were an average high school student, their legs would probably be trembling with fear by now.

But Shen Chang'an remained standing in the same spot.

I took out my phone and made a call.

"Hey, Lao Zhao. Track my location."

"Then we'll have the logistics team come over and clean the floor."

The thugs looked at each other, stunned for a couple of seconds, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Is this kid out of his mind? What's he trying to show off for!"

Yellow Hair laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. He suddenly grabbed a rusty steel pipe from the side and pointed it at Shen Chang'an's nose, cursing viciously:

"Now you want to call in reinforcements? Too late! Even if the King of Heaven himself came, you'd better lie down before me!"

"call--"

The rusty steel pipe whistled through the air as it hurtled straight toward Shen Chang'an's head.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have already closed their eyes and were ready to call an ambulance.

But Shen Chang'an didn't even blink, he just casually slid half a step to the left.

The steel pipe brushed past the tip of his nose, the resulting gust of wind ruffling the few loose strands of hair on his forehead.

The blond-haired man missed his target and, due to the excessive force, instantly lost his balance and fell forward.

Shen Chang'an raised his right hand and delivered a precise chop to the base of Huang Mao's wrist.

"Click".

The steel pipe slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Chang'an slowly raised his right knee and struck the blond-haired man squarely in the stomach. Before the blond-haired man could even scream, his eyes rolled back, and he curled up on the ground like a boiled shrimp, vomiting bile.

"Damn! They've got some tough guys, let's all go for it!"

Seeing this, the remaining three thugs roared and pounced from three directions.

Shen Chang'an still had one hand in his pocket.

He slightly turned his body to dodge the fist coming from the left, then grabbed the man's collar and pulled him forward, causing him to collide head-on with his accomplice who was lunging at him from the right, their heads making a dull "bang".

The last person tried to grab him from behind, but Shen Chang'an didn't even look. He casually flicked his right leg backward, tripping the other person's ankle precisely.

With a scream, the last thug swallowed a mouthful of black mud.

In less than ten seconds, four strong young men were lying on the ground groaning in pain. Throughout the entire ordeal, Shen Chang'an didn't even change his breathing rhythm.

Wang Hao, slumped in the corner, had forgotten all the pain in his body, his eyes wide open like copper bells.

He stared blankly at the boy in the school uniform, his mind racing. Who was this guy? When did such a martial arts master appear in No. 1 High School? He looked familiar, definitely from their school, but aside from always sleeping in class, Wang Hao couldn't recall the name of this ruthless person.

Shen Chang'an ignored the four useless people on the ground and instead focused his attention on the fifth person who was at the deepest part of the alley and had not yet made a move.

He was a thin young man with sunken eyes, a sharp chin, and a head of dry, unkempt yellow hair. He was staring intently at Shen Chang'an with a cold and suspicious gaze.

Shen Chang'an raised his hand and gently pressed a small, inconspicuous button on the chest of his school uniform.

"drop."

A faint electronic sound rang out.

"The body camera is on."

Shen Chang'an muttered to himself, then looked at the thin young man.

"You have violated Article 14 of Chapter 3 of the 'Provisional Regulations on the Management of Demons in the Eastern Empire' by sneaking into human society without prior notification and are suspected of participating in acts of provocation and robbery."

"The Qingzhou District Night Watchman has decided to arrest you."

Upon hearing this, the gaunt young man's expression changed drastically, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

He just couldn't understand how, after disguising himself so well and only daring to go out with a few low-level thugs to earn some pocket money, he could have been targeted by the authorities!

escape!

Without the slightest hesitation, the thin young man suddenly turned around, his legs bursting with a jumping power far exceeding that of ordinary people, and like a large gecko, he used both hands and feet to leap towards the three-meter-high wall.