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

Luxury VIP rooms in KTVs.

On the leather sofa in the corner, Wang Qiang sat contentedly unzipping his pants and lighting a cigarette. Beside him, Cao Min frantically straightened her slightly disheveled collar, her eyes still red.

"It's been almost half an hour, why hasn't Young Master Ye come back yet?" Wang Qiang exhaled a smoke ring and frowned as he glanced at the tightly closed door of the private room.

Cao Min endured the humiliation and, in an attempt to please Wang Qiang, deliberately joked, "Maybe Young Master Ye lasts longer. That Qingqing looks innocent, but maybe she's playing hard to get right now."

"Bullshit!" Wang Qiang slapped Cao Min on the back of the head and cursed, "What do you know, you filthy bitch? Young Master Ye is always decisive and efficient; something must have gone wrong!"

Wang Qiang felt increasingly uneasy. He grabbed his teacup, gulped down a mouthful of water, and was about to get up and go out to check on the situation.

"Bang--!"

Suddenly, the heavy door of the private room was violently kicked open from the outside, and the door slammed heavily against the wall with a loud bang.

The music in the private room suddenly stopped.

Wang Qiang and his henchmen were startled and about to retaliate when they saw Wu Hong stride in with several cold-faced, black-clad field agents. The chilling aura emanating from them, emanating from men who had truly seen blood, instantly made the thugs in the private room feel suffocated.

"Everyone, cover your heads! Crouch down!"

Wu Hong coldly surveyed the private rooms and waved his hand. The field staff behind him immediately stepped forward and began the subsequent "cleaning" and finishing work skillfully and efficiently.

Shen Chang'an led Zhang Qingqing out of the KTV through the back door; the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling.

A gentle breeze carried the pungent smell of Zhang Qingqing—a mixture of cheap foreign liquor, secondhand smoke, and perfume—that wafted through the air and became particularly irritating in the sunlight.

She recovered from her extreme fear and looked at Shen Chang'an walking ahead, countless questions churning in her mind. Who were those men in black? What was Shen Chang'an's background? Why was the eldest son of the Ye family so afraid of him?

"Shen..."

Zhang Qingqing opened her mouth, just about to ask a question.

Shen Chang'an stopped and glanced at the time on his phone: "It's almost noon, let me take you to have lunch first."

He looked Zhang Qingqing up and down, then frowned. "Also, you need to take a shower and change your clothes first. You reek of alcohol and smell terrible. If you go home like this, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Li will definitely break your legs."

"But......"

Zhang Qingqing was eager for an explanation.

I know you have a lot of questions.

Shen Chang'an interrupted her directly, walking towards his car parked by the roadside while rambling on and on.

"We'll talk about it later. Anyway, given your situation, you'll probably come into contact with these things in the future. This is just giving you a little bit of the basics in advance."

He took a spare helmet from the trunk and handed it to Zhang Qingqing: "Get in the car first."

Zhang Qingqing took the helmet, and although she was full of doubts, she obediently climbed onto the back seat.

"Buzz—"

With the sound of the motor, the pink scooter nimbly weaved through the streets, heading straight for the Qingzhou District Zhenyesi branch.

Twenty minutes later, Shen Chang'an led Zhang Qingqing into the branch's underground living area with practiced ease.

There is a row of independent dormitories specifically allocated to field staff, which is considered one of the benefits. After all, even the hardest-working employees need a safe place to rest.

Shen Chang'an took out his key and opened the door to his dormitory room.

"Go inside. The bathroom is on the left; go and turn on the hot water."

Shen Chang'an pointed in a direction, then turned and walked towards the wardrobe.

"I'll try to get you some clothes to tide you over."

He rummaged through the closet for a while, finding only his uniform and his usual casual clothes. In the end, he could only find a clean, oversized white T-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts, which he handed to Zhang Qingqing, who had just finished relieving herself: "Make do with mine for now, it's better than the smelly outfit you're wearing."

Zhang Qingqing blushed as she took the clothes and fled into the bathroom.

After half an hour.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Zhang Qingqing, having washed away the smell of alcohol and her exhaustion, stepped out. Shen Chang'an's T-shirt looked like a dress on her, barely covering her thighs, appearing somewhat loose and comical.

"Shen Chang'an?"

She looked at the empty dormitory and tentatively called out twice.

"It's here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Chang'an pushed open the door and walked in from outside, carrying two bottles of mineral water in his hand.

"Finished washing up? Come on, let's go eat. Today I'll show you around our company cafeteria."

Zhang Qingqing obediently followed behind Shen Chang'an. Along the way, watching the uniformed staff hurrying to and fro in the corridor, her curiosity grew stronger.

"This is where Uncle Zhang and Aunt Li used to work."

As Shen Chang'an walked, he casually gave a tour guide-like introduction.

"It's a legitimate state-owned institution, but its nature is rather special, so it's not open to the public. The food here is quite good."

Soon, the two arrived at the branch's canteen.

It was past lunchtime, and only a few support staff who had just finished their shifts were eating in the cafeteria. Shen Chang'an and Zhang Qingqing got two lavish set meals and found a seat by the window.

Zhang Qingqing had just picked up her chopsticks and hadn't even had a chance to ask about what had just happened when a series of light footsteps came from the cafeteria entrance.

"Hey boss! You eat in the cafeteria too!"

Bai Yin, dressed in a pink tracksuit, skipped over, her big eyes curiously scanning back and forth between Shen Chang'an and Zhang Qingqing, like a cat discovering a new continent. "Hey? Boss, who's this pretty lady? Your girlfriend?"

Following Bai Yin were Li Xiwan and Lao Zhao, who had changed back into casual clothes.

Shen Chang'an paused in his act of picking up food, pondering how to explain this complicated relationship.

Old Zhao, who was walking behind, spoke first. He looked at Zhang Qingqing with a smile and said, "Xiao Bai, don't talk nonsense. According to seniority, this girl should be Chang'an's older sister. Qingqing is actually a few months older than Chang'an."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhang Qingqing abruptly looked up. When she saw the slightly weathered middle-aged face, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she blurted out, "Uncle Zhao?!"

"Haha, it's amazing you still remember me."

Old Zhao smiled and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Li Xiwan, standing to the side, looked at the group curiously: "Director Zhao, do you all know each other?"

Old Zhao nodded and explained, "Yes, I know her. Zhang Qingqing's father used to be a senior colleague in our bureau. When I first joined the unit, I often went to Old Zhang's house for meals. I even held her when she was just born. In the blink of an eye, she's grown into a young lady."

Several people, carrying their trays, naturally sat down at Shen Chang'an's table, forming a circle around him.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was initially somewhat awkward. Zhang Qingqing held her chopsticks, looking at the seemingly ordinary yet strange people in front of her, and finally couldn't help but break the silence.

"Uncle Zhao... what exactly is going on here?"

Zhang Qingqing took a deep breath, feeling that her mind was a complete mess.

"And those people in black at the karaoke bar earlier, and Shen Chang'an..."

Upon hearing this question, Shen Chang'an put down his chopsticks, looked up, and exchanged a glance with Lao Zhao.

Shen Chang'an took a bite of the braised pork on his plate and said indistinctly, "Old Zhao, you should explain it to her. I'm starving, I'll eat first."

Old Zhao smiled and shook his head, put down his chopsticks, looked at Zhang Qingqing, and his tone became formal and gentle: "Qingqing, this is the Zhenye Division of Qingzhou District in the Donghuang Kingdom. And I am the director of this division."

He pointed to Shen Chang'an, who was engrossed in eating, and continued, "As for Chang'an, don't let his seemingly carefree attitude at school fool you. In this branch, he is the absolute head and the most capable frontline executive officer in our Qingzhou District."

Hearing this, Zhang Qingqing was completely stunned. She stared blankly at Shen Chang'an, unable to reconcile this perpetually sleepy-eyed person with the authoritative title of "highest-ranking person in charge."

Without pausing, Old Zhao dropped an even bigger bombshell: "Actually, your parents, Zhang Hai and Li Yue, were also members of our Zhenye Division. They were excellent field specialists back then, but they were seriously injured during a mission and had to retire. Later, as you grew up, they applied for early retirement so they could take care of you wholeheartedly."

"After your parents retired, Chang'an lived up to expectations. He not only passed the exam to enter the Zhenye Division, but also took over your father's position based on his own abilities."

Old Zhao sighed, "This was originally a secret within the cultivation world. Uncle Zhang and the others planned to tell you when you went to university and were more mature. But I don't know what unexpected situation happened today. Since Chang'an brought you here, the rules have to be changed. I'll just give you the inside scoop."

Zhang Qingqing felt her worldview was undergoing an unprecedented shock. She swallowed hard, her voice slightly dry, and asked, "Then... what exactly are the duties of your Zhenye Division?"

"It's very simple."

Old Zhao explained.

"To address the issue of coexistence between humans and demons, and to eliminate those evil cultivators and demons who attempt to disrupt social stability."

"Demons... demons? Monsters?"

Zhang Qingqing looked bewildered. Aren't these things only found in mythological novels?

Seeing Zhang Qingqing's puzzled look, Old Zhao smiled and pointed to Bai Yin, who was sitting next to him, gnawing on a large chicken leg: "Look, she's right here, even though she's far away. This is her."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Yin obediently put down the chicken leg in her hand.

Under Zhang Qingqing's incredulous gaze, with a "bang," a pair of fluffy white cat ears stood up from Baiyin's short hair, and a long white cat tail also emerged from behind her, flicking twice in mid-air with great agility.

"Meow~ Hello Qingqing!"

Bai Yin greeted Zhang Qingqing sweetly.

Zhang Qingqing was completely dumbfounded. She stared wide-eyed at the pair of realistic cat ears on Bai Yin's head that were still twitching, her mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Old Zhao knew that this information was too shocking for an ordinary high school student, so he didn't continue and gave her enough time to process it.

During this time, Old Zhao reverted to his kind and benevolent demeanor, picking up the serving chopsticks and cheerfully serving food to the young people at the table. Bai Yin, seeing the extra ribs in her bowl, wagged her tail happily and ate with relish. Li Xiwan also politely thanked him.

It took Zhang Qingqing a full five or six minutes to finally process this mind-blowing information.

She looked up, her gaze sweeping over Old Zhao and Shen Chang'an. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Zhao, is this job... very dangerous?"

Upon hearing this question, Old Zhao's smile gradually faded, and his expression became somewhat serious.

He nodded and gave a grim figure: "It's extremely dangerous. The mortality rate for our department's frontline field personnel during missions is about 60%. As for the remaining 40%, they are basically like your father, suffering from incurable serious injuries or disabilities, which forces them to retire to the second line."

Zhang Qingqing's heart clenched suddenly, and her palms were unconsciously covered in cold sweat.

A 60% mortality rate! This isn't work; it's risking your life!

She couldn't help but turn her head and glance at Shen Chang'an sitting opposite her with worry. Thinking about the terrifying monsters he faced every night and the sarcasm he endured at school, Zhang Qingqing felt a mix of emotions.

Shen Chang'an seemed to notice her gaze. He swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and waved his hand dismissively: "Don't look at me like that. Don't worry, I'm tough as nails, I'm not that easy to kill. I have plenty of ways to save my life, even the Black and White Impermanence would have to take a couple of beatings before they can leave."

At this point, Shen Chang'an's lips curled into a playful smile. He leaned forward slightly and teased Zhang Qingqing, "What's wrong? You used to hate me at home, but why are you suddenly concerned about my life today?"

"I......"

Zhang Qingqing blushed and subconsciously wanted to use her usual formulaic retort. The words were already on the tip of her tongue, but looking at Shen Chang'an's face and recalling the scene of him saving her like a god in the bathroom, she couldn't bring herself to say those harsh words.

She held back for a long time, but in the end, she could only lower her head in frustration, sullenly poking at the rice in her plate, and remain silent.

Seeing Zhang Qingqing's expression of wanting to refute but holding back, Shen Chang'an couldn't help but chuckle softly.

It's like having a proud, wild cat. You feed her, but she doesn't appreciate it and hisses at you every day. Then one day, the cat suddenly stops hissing and doesn't even bother with its claws anymore. This subtle process of domestication is quite interesting.