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

Shen Chang'an quickly swiped the screen.

The report shows that the identities of the four fourth-realm evil cultivators he killed last night have all been verified.

These four individuals are natives of Cangjiang Province, but not locals of Beijiang City. They are wanted criminals who have fled from other prefecture-level cities and are all peripheral members of the "Black Swan" organization.

The previous appearance of demonic energy was also related to them.

The more Shen Chang'an looked, the colder his gaze became.

The document included several sealed files from past tragedies.

Over the past decade or so, the Black Swan Organization has perpetrated numerous horrific crimes in the Eastern Empire. They specifically target small, remote towns with weak defenses. Each time their experiments went awry, thousands of ordinary citizens in the town perished, with devastating consequences.

If it weren't for Shen Chang'an, a "monster" with combat power far exceeding common sense, who was in charge of Qingzhou District this time, with the normal combat power of Lao Zhao, Bai Yin, and others, once that fifth-realm demonic puppet fused with primordial demonic energy went on a killing spree, Qingzhou District would probably have become the next dead city in the case files. This is purely a terrifying and inhumane cancer.

"However, there is a silver lining in this misfortune."

Old Zhao, smoking a cigarette, exhaled a puff of stale air and pointed to the last few lines of the report.

"The intelligence team has analyzed Black Swan's past modus operandi. These madmen, though brutal, are cautious, typically striking and then moving on. If an 'experiment' in one place suffers a devastating failure or is exposed, they will never try it a second time in the same place to avoid being tracked down by the high-level combat forces of the Night Guard."

"In other words, Qingzhou District should not suffer large-scale retaliation from black swan events in the short term."

Old Zhao flicked his cigarette ash. "But we still can't let our guard down. We still need to keep up with our daily patrols."

Shen Chang'an finished reading the last line of text and turned off his phone screen.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Old Zhao looked at Shen Chang'an and asked.

"The shift schedule remains the same, everything remains unchanged."

Shen Chang'an spoke calmly as he put his phone back into his trench coat pocket.

"I hope you and Baiyin will keep an eye on the patrols outside. Contact me if anything happens."

At this point, Shen Chang'an muttered to himself: "Besides, Qingzhou No. 1 High School is a rather special place; it can't be left unattended for long..."

Old Zhao nodded: "Okay, you can handle things at the school yourself. If there are any emergencies, contact us in the group chat."

"Okay, I'll head back to school now."

Shen Chang'an turned and walked towards the office door. He still had classes in the afternoon, and although he usually slept, skipping too many classes would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

"Hey, hey, hey! Boss, wait for me!"

Seeing that Shen Chang'an was about to leave, Bai Yin, who was sitting on the sofa eating an apple, quickly threw the apple core into the trash can and ran after him.

......

Before we knew it, it was Saturday evening.

As the school bell rang, a large number of students poured out of the gates of Qingzhou No. 1 Middle School. After this weekend, there was only one weekend left until the college entrance examination that would determine their fate, and the air seemed to be filled with a tense and anxious sense of pressure.

Zhang Qingqing, carrying her schoolbag, slowly walked out of the school gate, intending to wait for her family's driver to pick her up under the shade of a tree by the roadside.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a striking bright pink scooter across the street.

She would recognize the tall, slender boy straddling the car even if he were ashes—it was Shen Chang'an!

What made Zhang Qingqing's eyes widen instantly was that a sweet and lovely girl was running up to Shen Chang'an with a smile, straddling the back seat of the "ghost fire" scooter, and even reaching out to grab the hem of Shen Chang'an's coat.

"Isn't that... Baiyin from the next class?!"

Zhang Qingqing's mind went blank. Of course she knew Bai Yin; she was a well-known top student from the next class. Not only was she beautiful, but her grades consistently ranked in the top five of the grade, making her a school beauty with many boys secretly in love with her.

"How did Shen Chang'an, who's usually so quiet and reserved, get involved with that top student from the next class?"

Watching the two of them ride away, chatting and laughing, Zhang Qingqing felt a strange sense of irritation. She quickly took out her phone and secretly snapped a photo of their backs.

"The college entrance exam is almost here, and you're still out gallivanting around with a girl from the next class on a motorcycle! I'm going to show the photos to my parents when I get home, so they'll stop siding with you every day!"

Zhang Qingqing angrily stuffed her phone back into her pocket.

Just then, a piercing roar of an electric motor rang out from the roadside.

"Buzz—Hiss!"

It was Cao Min who had driven Zhang Qingqing home last time.

"Hi! Qingqing!"

Cao Min braced herself on one leg and patted the motorcycle she was sitting on with a smug look.

"How's it? My new tank, I spent almost ten thousand on modifications, isn't it cool?"

Zhang Qingqing glanced at it perfunctorily and nodded, "It's alright. What brings you here today?"

"I've made plans with some friends from the community to play billiards on South Street later. Come on, I'll take you there and introduce you to some handsome guys who ride motorcycles!" Cao Min enthusiastically extended the invitation.

Zhang Qingqing shook her head and refused, saying, "Forget it, the college entrance exam is coming up soon, I need to hurry home and study."

"Ugh, what's there to review!"

Cao Min curled her lip, her tone somewhat dismissive.

"Your family is so rich, living in a big villa in Guanlan Mansion. Even if you only get a junior college diploma, you'll still inherit the family business, right? Why are you working so hard? Come on, let's go!"

"No, my dad's strict. Let's go out and play after the exams."

Zhang Qingqing persisted.

Seeing that Zhang Qingqing absolutely refused to go, Cao Min felt a little disappointed and casually changed the subject: "Alright, fine, Miss, you're so obedient. By the way, after your exams, have you thought about buying a motorcycle to ride? I'll take you to buy the latest Ghost Fire model, and we'll go roaring around the streets together!"

"What's so fun about will-o'-the-wisps?"

When Zhang Qingqing thought of the broken scooter that Shen Chang'an had just ridden, she suddenly felt that the will-o'-the-wisp wasn't fun anymore.

"My dad promised me a long time ago that once I finish my driving test and get my driver's license, he'll buy me a sports car outright.

The air fell silent for a second after he said that.

Cao Min's smile froze slightly. She looked down at the electric motorcycle she had painstakingly modified with her hard-earned pocket money, and then heard others talking about sports cars worth millions. A strong sense of disparity and jealousy welled up inside her.

"Wow...that's so cool! Qingqing, you're amazing. I'm so envious."

Cao Min continued to flatter him hypocritically, but the sourness in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Zhang Qingqing grew up in a privileged environment and knew nothing about social etiquette, so she was completely unaware of Cao Min's subtle emotional changes.

"Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore, I have to rush to the billiards hall."

Cao Min felt a pang of sadness and lost all desire to continue her flattery. She had originally intended to give Zhang Qingqing a ride, but now she simply twisted the accelerator.

"Then you can go home by yourself, I'm leaving!"

Watching Cao Min ride away in a flash, Zhang Qingqing didn't think much of it.