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

Shen Chang'an sighed and opened the contact list.

As the nominal head of Qingzhou District, his contact list was overflowing with various work groups. He not only had to liaise with the Beijiang City General Bureau, but also constantly monitor for unusual reports from several subordinate townships.

He first checked out a large city-level group chat with a hundred people, and found it filled with boring daily check-ins and idle chatter.

"Very good, today is another peaceful and safe day."

Shen Chang'an closed the large group chat with satisfaction and opened the pinned small work group chat for four people.

There are only four verified members in this group: [Shen Chang'an], [Baiyin], [Zhao Changfeng], and one whose profile picture is a big question mark: [Contact Person 07].

Shen Chang'an has never met this liaison officer in person; he only knows that the officer is a logistics manager sent by headquarters.

Normally, they are mainly responsible for checking for omissions and filling gaps, settling missions, and helping these front-line operators mobilize various monitoring and weapon resources. They are purely "behind-the-scenes tools".

At this moment, messages in the group chat were flashing incessantly.

[Contact Person 07]: "@Shen Chang'an, today's mission settlement: The second-tier Yellow Weasel Demon has been successfully captured and handed over to the containment center. Mission rating: D. Contribution points earned: 100. Mission reward: 20000 yuan, expected to be deposited into your bound account within three days."

Immediately following this was a series of posts flooding the screen.

It's a message from Baiyin.

They are all pictures of sashimi and grilled fish from a Japanese restaurant.

[Old Zhao]: "@Baiyin. This is the highest-level operational command group in Qingzhou District. Do not post irrelevant food information here! Also, the oysters at that restaurant are not fresh. Don't ask me how I know."

[Baiyin]: "The cat is frantically kowtowing and sliding on its knees.gif. Received! I'm sorry, Uncle Zhao!"

Bai Yin is a prominent figure at Qingzhou No. 1 High School and also the heiress of Lingyao Pharmaceutical in Qingzhou City.

In this era where humans, demons, and monsters coexist, "demons" are born from negative emotions and the abyss. They are beings devoid of reason and are the absolute mortal enemies of the Night Guard and the demon race. They must be eradicated when encountered.

But "demons" are different. Demons absorb the essence of the sun and moon to gain intelligence. They can be good or bad, and can even transform into human form to start a company and make money.

The duties of the Night Guard are not only to slay demons, but also to supervise the demon race in human society.

When necessary, they will even recruit some demons with clean backgrounds and good strength into the official camp.

After all, the Night Watch Division is an organization that values ​​staffing and resources. In old urban areas like Qingzhou District, there are usually many trivial matters and little opportunity for advancement, so no top-tier, talented lantern keeper would want to come here.

Therefore, Qingzhou District relies almost entirely on local manpower, just like Lao Zhao and Baiyin are both locals and local demons.

Shen Chang'an looked at the lively daily life of the group members and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He stretched, preparing to close the software, grab his clothes, and head to the bathroom for a relaxing hot shower.

“Ding Di—”

Suddenly, a message popped up in bold red text: "[Contact Person 07]" in the previously quiet four-person group chat.

"Beep beep beep beep—!"

[Contact Person 07]: "Urgent report! Strong energy fluctuations detected in the abandoned factory area at No. 14, Nancheng Industrial Avenue, Qingzhou District! A fourth-tier demonic aura has been confirmed, and the energy peak is still rising! Nearby lantern bearers are requested to immediately intercept it! Initial mission level: B!"

Immediately afterwards, a precise red dot location was sent into the group chat.

Without any hesitation, Shen Chang'an's fingers flew across the keyboard:

"Received, en route."

Less than two seconds later, a message popped up below:

[Baiyin]: "Received! Boss, I'm currently eating Japanese food in Nancheng, less than two kilometers from the target location. I'll go scout ahead!"

Without any unnecessary words, Shen Chang'an grabbed the black wooden guitar case from the corner and the tactical backpack from the bed, opened the door, and rushed downstairs like a gust of wind.

"Aunt Li, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back later!"

Before Li Yue in the kitchen could react, Shen Chang'an had already opened the fire door leading to the underground garage and disappeared at the stairwell.

underground garage.

Beside Zhang Hai's Maybach lay a pure black steel beast.

It was a heavy motorcycle that Zhang Hai had violently modified. The streamlined body was painted with a light-absorbing material, and the thick exhaust pipe exuded a wild aura.

Shen Chang'an slung the guitar case across his back, quickly put on his special tactical headset for missions on his right ear, and then raised his left hand.

The electronic watch on his wrist slid open, projecting a small holographic screen that clearly displayed the red dot coordinates of Industrial Avenue.

Although they don't use them often, none of these high-tech gadgets of the Night Watchers are dispensable.

Shen Chang'an straddled the motorcycle, inserted the key, and twisted the throttle sharply.

"Boom—Buzz!!!"

A roar like that of a ferocious beast instantly exploded in the garage, the huge booming sound making the ground tremble slightly.

Then, the black motorcycle, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness, shot straight out of the garage and sped away.

In her bedroom on the second floor, Zhang Qingqing was listening to English listening practice with headphones on, but the exaggerated engine roar still made her hand tremble, and the tip of her pen drew a long ink mark on the test paper.

"What's going on?!"

Zhang Qingqing took off her headphones and muttered something to the window in an annoyed tone.

Inside the study on the first floor, Zhang Hai held a teacup, listening to the gradually receding roar of the violent sounds outside, and frowned slightly.

"Tsk, looks like the exhaust muffler isn't adjusted properly; it's way too loud. I'll have to fix it again when he gets back..."

......

On the streets of Qingzhou District under the cover of night, Shen Chang'an turned the accelerator to the floor.

The motorcycle weaved wildly through the traffic, and the red dot on the holographic screen was still ten kilometers away from him.

According to the Night Town's rating system, fourth-tier monsters have already begun to possess the ability to cause area-of-effect destruction.

This thing is like a mobile high-explosive ammunition depot. If it were allowed to roam freely in an ordinary neighborhood for three minutes, not only would the street be razed to the ground, but all the living people inside would be slaughtered.

So this is a race against death to gain a foothold.

"Sizzle—"

A brief static tone came through the tactical headset, and then the communication channel was forcibly accessed.

"Boss, can you hear me?"

The headphones played a light yet slightly hurried voice, accompanied by the whistling sound of wind in the background.

"I heard you very clearly, explain the situation."

"I've reached the edge of Industrial Avenue. The energy fluctuations are even more exaggerated than previously detected; they're at least mid-stage fourth tier, and possibly even approaching peak fourth tier!"

Baiyin's voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"Moreover, this aura is extremely violent and shows no sign of restraint."