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

"A target was detected attempting to resist law enforcement."

"Initiate the forced arrest procedure."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Chang'an made a move.

He kicked off the trash can next to him with his right foot, and his whole body soared into the air like an arrow. With a neat wall jump, he instantly rose two meters high and grabbed the young man's ankle with precision with his right hand!

"Get down here!"

With a low shout, Shen Chang'an exerted force with his arm, forcefully pulling the young man, whose body was already halfway over the wall, back into the alley and slamming him heavily to the ground.

"court death!!"

The young man in mid-air let out a shrill scream. He forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, and his hands instantly transformed, growing into sharp black claws like daggers, which went straight for Shen Chang'an's throat.

If you grip it firmly, you can even cut through steel bars.

But Shen Chang'an simply raised his hand and accurately caught the furry paw.

"It's too slow."

Shen Chang'an made a comment, then flipped his wrist and twisted it sharply.

"Snap!"

A piercing cracking sound rang out, and the gaunt young man's wrist dislocated instantly, eliciting a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Shen Chang'an pressed him firmly to the ground and pulled out a pair of specially made metal shackles from his faded shoulder bag with his left hand.

With a "click," his hands were locked in a tight grip.

The moment the shackles were put on him, the young man could no longer maintain his human form. His face twisted and a mouthful of sharp teeth and yellow hair grew out, and a fluffy tail popped out from behind him.

A second-tier yellow weasel demon.

"Let me go! You lowly human!"

The weasel demon convulsed in pain, but it still struggled frantically on the ground, uttering threats with a fierce but cowardly air.

"My dad is Master Huang of Beishanling! If you dare arrest me, my dad will definitely not let you get away with it!"

"Yeah?"

Shen Chang'an stood up, dusted off his hands, and spoke in a perfunctory tone.

He looked at the little demon on the ground. It seemed that the demon had only been in human society for a short time and that his family had not done his homework. He seemed to have no idea of ​​the terror of the Night Guard.

"Alright, have your dad come to the Qingzhou branch of the Zhenye Division to find me. I'll be waiting for you anytime."

Just then, a screeching sound of brakes suddenly came from outside the alley.

Blinding red and blue flashing lights instantly blocked the alley entrance, and the crowd was forcibly dispersed in a very short time. A team of people dressed in black special operations uniforms completely surrounded the alley.

A middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat strode into the alley.

His name is Wu Hong, around forty years old, and he is the deputy director of the Special Incident Office of Qingzhou District. This office is an affiliated agency of the Zhenye Division, and is usually responsible for logistical work.

Upon seeing the captured demon on the ground, Wu Hong immediately walked up to Shen Chang'an, stood at attention, and gave a perfectly standard salute.

"The perpetrator has been arrested; resisting arrest is an even more serious offense."

Shen Chang'an pointed to the weasel demon on the ground, his tone returning to its sleepy, languid manner.

Wu Hong glanced at the weasel demon, then turned and waved to his men behind him: "Put on the hood."

Two assistants quickly stepped forward and covered the weasel demon's head completely with a specially made black cloth bag.

"These are just ordinary people..."

Wu Hong glanced at the four thugs still groaning on the ground, and Wang Hao, who was leaning against the wall, completely dumbfounded, and asked for instructions.

"As usual, let's use the forgetfulness spray to clear up the memories."

Shen Chang'an yawned and tightened the shoulder straps of his backpack.

"I'm going back now, you guys clean up the rest of the floor."

"Understood. Please take care."

Wu Hong nodded respectfully.

Shen Chang'an didn't walk in front. He turned to face the high wall, took two running steps, and with great agility used the wall to perform two backflips, gracefully flipping out of the alley.

Only after Shen Chang'an had completely left did Wu Hong turn around and resume his dignified demeanor.

He pulled a spray can from his waist and walked up to Wang Hao, who was dumbfounded.

"Sir... what was that just now...?"

Wang Hao was about to ask something.

"laugh--"

Wu Hong pressed the spray button expressionlessly, and a pale blue gas instantly sprayed onto Wang Hao's face. Wang Hao's eyes rolled back, and he immediately fainted.

"Take that weasel back to the shelter first. As for these four..."

Wu Hong glanced at the thug on the ground with disgust.

"For disturbing public order, transfer him to a regular police station and detain him for half a month. Leave an undercover officer here to watch over the student until he wakes up and his memory is completely erased before letting him go."

"yes!"

The special police responded decisively, and the cleanup operation at the scene proceeded smoothly and methodically, like a precision instrument.

......

It was past 6 p.m. when we left the scene.

The May breeze carried a hint of early summer heat. With less than a month left until the college entrance examination, this was one of the few weekends that the graduating high school seniors could finally catch their breath.

Shen Chang'an strolled back to his residence—Guanlan Mansion, a top-tier affluent area in Qingzhou District.

This area is all about wealth and status; even a single-level apartment here costs at least 20 to 30 million. And the place Shen Chang'an wants to return to is the best-located detached villa in this neighborhood.

Of course, this house doesn't belong to him.

It belongs to his Uncle Zhang.

Ever since Shen Chang'an could remember, he had been a "boarding student" who freeloaded off the Zhang family.

Uncle Zhang Hai and Aunt Li Yue treated him like their own son, almost raising him as their own child.

The couple now spends their days at home gardening, living a life of leisurely middle-aged tycoons. But back in the day, Zhang Hai was a proper "Lamplighter" in the Town Night Guard. Aunt Li Yue also worked in an office.

Although Zhang Hai was forced to retire due to serious injuries, the Zhenye Division was known for its protectiveness and generosity towards its own people. As long as you didn't break the law, the generous disability retirement pay and internal allowance were enough to ensure you would not only live a life free from financial worries, but also allow you to experience what it means to live a simple, unpretentious, and boring life as a wealthy person.

Shen Chang'an walked to the magnificent gate of Guanlan Mansion and took out his access card from his pocket to swipe it.

"Squeak—boom boom boom!"

A screeching sound of brakes suddenly rang out behind us.

A brightly colored "ghost fire" modified scooter was parked outside the gate of Guanlan Mansion.

A girl jumped off the back seat.

The girl wore delicate, light makeup, perfectly inheriting Zhang Hai's youthful dashing appearance and Li Yue's beauty; she was the kind of girl who would definitely turn heads on the street.

And she is Zhang Hai's beloved daughter, Zhang Qingqing.

Zhang Qingqing was wearing the same school uniform as Shen Chang'an. The oversized school uniform jacket was open, revealing a very fitted undershirt. The school skirt, which originally went past the knees, had been secretly shortened by ten centimeters, revealing a pair of straight and fair legs.

She was a month older than Shen Chang'an and was also a senior high school student at Qingzhou No. 1 High School.

"Wow, Qingqing, you live here?"

The girl riding the ghost fire had brightly colored dyed hair and her eyes shone as she looked at the gold and silver gate of Guanlan Mansion.

"This is so luxurious! It's the weekend, shall I go in for a bit and familiarize myself with the place?"

"Let's do it another day."

Zhang Qingqing knew that her parents would definitely scold her if they saw her bringing people home casually, so she skillfully came up with an excuse.

"It's the weekend, and my parents are both home. My dad will definitely yell at me if he sees me coming home in your car. You'd better hurry up and go, bye-bye."

After several attempts to decline, the girl with dyed hair could only smack her lips regretfully, revving her engine at a deafening pace and riding away, glancing back every few steps.