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

After a while, the enticing aroma of sweet and sour pork ribs wafted from the kitchen.

The kitchen door opened, and Zhang Hai came out.

He was a burly middle-aged man in his forties. Even in loose loungewear, the outline of his steel-like muscles could be vaguely seen beneath his clothes.

However, his right sleeve was empty, swaying slightly as he walked.

"Chang'an is back? The food is ready, wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Zhang Hai greeted them.

"I'll go call Qingqing down for dinner."

Li Yue wiped her hands on her apron, turned around and went upstairs.

Shen Chang'an then helped bring out all the food.

Before long, Zhang Qingqing reluctantly followed her mother downstairs. Her light makeup had been washed off, revealing her pure and beautiful natural face.

But the label on her face clearly says, "I'm very unhappy right now."

The family of four sat around the dining table, and the atmosphere was initially somewhat silent.

Zhang Hai placed a piece of pork rib in Shen Chang'an's bowl and casually asked, "Chang'an, have you been tired lately?"

Shen Chang'an ate a mouthful of rice, his expression calm. He knew, of course, that Uncle Zhang wasn't asking about how tiring the senior year of high school was, but rather about the work at the Qingzhou branch of the Zhenye Division.

"good."

Shen Chang'an spoke in a relaxed tone.

"There's a lot to do, I'm quite busy, but they're all minor things, I can handle them."

Hearing this, Zhang Qingqing, sitting opposite, couldn't help but roll her eyes and muttered under her breath, "What else could you be busy with? You look like you haven't slept all day. Are you busy seeing the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with sleep)?"

Shen Chang'an heard this, but he merely raised an eyebrow and smiled, showing no intention of refuting it.

Zhang Hai glared at his daughter, then cleared his throat and forcefully steered the conversation back to the surface: "Speaking of studies, Qingqing has indeed been working hard lately. She ranked sixth in her grade in last week's diagnostic test, which is excellent. Keep it up, and she'll basically be guaranteed admission to one of the top universities in the country."

Hearing her father's praise, a hint of pride flashed in Zhang Qingqing's eyes, but in order to maintain her aloof image, she kept a straight face and desperately suppressed the corners of her mouth that wanted to turn up, nodding as if she didn't care.

"However..."

Zhang Hai changed the subject and looked at his daughter.

"If Chang'an has any questions about his studies in the future, please help him out. You two grew up together, so it's only right that you help each other."

Zhang Qingqing's mood, which had just soared to the clouds, instantly plummeted to the bottom. She looked down and poked at the rice in her bowl, giving a perfunctory and vague reply: "Oh... I see."

The meal ended in a subtly awkward atmosphere. Zhang Qingqing had barely put down her chopsticks when, as if avoiding a plague, she hastily slipped back to her room on the second floor.

Shen Chang'an habitually rolled up his sleeves to prepare to wash the dishes, but Li Yue pushed him away: "Go away, how can you let a student who is about to take the college entrance exam wash dishes? Your Uncle Zhang needs to see you, go to his study."

Shen Chang'an nodded, turned around and followed Zhang Hai into the spacious study located in the corner of the first floor.

Once the door was closed, it shut out the sounds from outside.

Shen Chang'an relaxed and slumped onto the leather sofa in the study, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"How's the situation in Qingzhou District lately?"

Zhang Hai sat behind his desk and poured two cups of tea.

"Nothing major went wrong."

Shen Chang'an picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"The prevention work is going well, and the daily patrols are keeping up. It's just that we're really short-handed. In such a large area as Qingzhou District, there are only three people working around the clock."

Zhang Hai said with some emotion, "It's still Old Zhao, you, and that new little devil?"

"Yes, Baiyin."

Shen Chang'an nodded.

"A spirit cat at the third realm, who also happens to attend No. 1 Middle School. It's fairly easy to use, but it's not always very bright; it always tries to send me mice."

Zhang Hai chuckled, "Alright, be content. By the way, the stuff you asked the General Administration to get arrived this afternoon."

As he spoke, Zhang Hai pulled a long, black metal briefcase from under his desk and pushed it in front of Shen Chang'an.

Shen Chang'an's eyes lit up, and his previous laziness vanished instantly. He quickly sat up straight, entered the password, and with a "click," the suitcase popped open.

Inside lay two heavy metal gun barrels covered with ancient black patterns.

"A top-grade spiritual weapon, a calamity cloud heavy spear."

Zhang Hai stared at the two pieces of weapon that exuded a terrifying aura, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"This kind of thing is usually top-tier equipment that only provincial-level bigwigs at the sixth or even seventh realm can apply for. And you, brat, just because you reached the fifth realm at eighteen, you dared to apply for it, bypassing your level. For this piece of junk, all the contribution points you've accumulated over the years, risking your life to get, have been wiped out, haven't they?"

"Out with the old, in with the new, anyway, contribution points are used to buy things."

Shen Chang'an aligned the two sections of the gun barrel and twisted them forcefully.

"Click!"

A heavy spear, over ten feet long and exuding a menacing aura, was suddenly formed, its tip even faintly glowing with a dark red light.

"nice one."

Shen Chang'an stroked the gun with satisfaction.

The reason he went to great lengths to acquire this "Calamity Cloud" was not only because it could perfectly contain his terrifying spiritual power at the fifth realm, but also because he could piece it together.

As a model student who spends his days wandering around the school and the city, carrying a two- or three-meter-long gun around the streets would result in him being photographed and appearing in the news the next day.

But if you break it in two, it will fit perfectly into the black wooden guitar case he prepared.

Carrying a guitar case to school, that's reasonable, right? Absolutely reasonable.

Zhang Hai watched Shen Chang'an skillfully disassemble the long gun, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and worry. In the end, he simply patted Shen Chang'an on the shoulder: "Anyway, be more careful on missions in the future. Staying alive is the most important thing. By the way, I also modified your vehicle for you. I upgraded its performance by several levels. It's parked in the underground garage, and the key is still the same."

"Thanks, Uncle Zhang."

Shen Chang'an carefully stuffed the two pieces of "Jieyun" into the black wooden guitar case, then said goodbye and left the study.

Returning to his bedroom at the end of the second-floor corridor, Shen Chang'an pushed open the door.

This room is probably the most out of place in the entire luxury villa.

The room was enormous, yet very spacious, with almost no unnecessary decorations besides a bed, a wardrobe, and a large computer desk. Shen Chang'an liked this minimalist style, free of any unnecessary embellishments.

He casually leaned his guitar case against the corner of the wall, sat down at his computer desk, skillfully turned on the computer, and double-clicked a hidden software with an icon that read "Black Tower".

This is the internal network system of the Night Town Division.

Account login is automatic.

ID: Chang'an Chang'an.

Profile picture: A lifeless, pure black image.

The interface of the Night Town is mainly divided into three sections: internal forum, bounty hall, and equipment store.

Shen Chang'an subconsciously opened the equipment shop, wanting to see if there were any new and useful tactical items recently added.

But when his gaze swept to the upper right corner of the screen and he saw his contribution points, which had turned into a large zero after exchanging for the spear, he pressed the red X in the upper right corner without expression.

Poor people don't deserve to shop in malls.