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

At that moment, he was wiping the cutting board with a rag, chatting and laughing with the owner of the dried goods store across the aisle.

In a small corner inside the meat stall, there was a greasy little folding table.

A boy who looked about seven or eight years old was lying on it, biting the end of a pencil and diligently doing his summer homework. Not far away, in front of a vegetable stall, a middle-aged woman who looked very honest and kind was carrying a plastic bag and haggling with the vegetable vendor. She was Sun Dapao's wife.

He was a little surprised to see this warm and cozy family of three, full of the everyday charm of city life.

Shen Chang'an walked up to the meat stall, glanced at the child doing his homework, and his eyes flickered slightly. He did not immediately unleash his pressure or physically arrest the child.

"Young man, buying meat? Ribs or pork belly?" Sun Dapao greeted him with a friendly smile as he saw a customer arrive.

Shen Chang'an didn't say anything, but took out the black Zhenye Division Xuan Iron Badge from his pocket and waved it lightly in front of Sun Dapao.

The moment you see that special totem on the badge.

The smile on Sun Dapao's fat face froze instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply like pinpoints.

He's a registered rogue cultivator of the third realm, how could he not know what this means!

But after only a moment of panic, he forced down his fear, regained his composure, and feigned ignorance, asking in a low voice, "Sir... what are you doing? I'm just an honest citizen who runs a law-abiding business. What have I done to offend you officers?"

"Li Sinan".

Shen Chang'an looked at him and calmly uttered those three words.

Just hearing that name made Sun Dapao feel as if all his bones had been drained away. His once robust body withered instantly, and his face turned ashen. He knew it was all over.

Sun Dapao slightly raised his head and glanced at Shen Chang'an out of the corner of his eye.

The officer in front of me looks far too young, at most eighteen or nineteen years old.

Moreover, Shen Chang'an was standing casually to the side of the meat stall, not completely blocking his way.

With the explosive power of his physical body at the third realm... if he suddenly launched an attack now and overturned the chopping board, he might be able to escape in the chaos!

This thought grew wildly in Sun Dapao's mind like weeds. His muscles began to tense, and his spiritual energy was secretly being mobilized within his body.

However, just as he was preparing for a desperate gamble, he turned his head and saw his son scratching his head in the meat stall because he couldn't do his homework, and then glanced at his wife who had just finished buying groceries and was giving him a good-natured smile.

Sun Dapao's taut muscles instantly relaxed. His rough, large hands hung limply at his sides, and the fierce light in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of despair and dejection.

"What? Aren't you going to run?"

Shen Chang'an took in all the changes in his expression.

Sun Dapao shook his head with a wry smile, his voice hoarse: "You can run away, but you can't hide... Even if I run away, what will happen to my wife and children? They are innocent and know nothing."

"Very smart."

Shen Chang'an put away the badge and said calmly.

"If you had actually chosen to overturn the stall and run away, you would be lying dead on the main road right now."

Shen Chang'an gave him a wink and walked towards a secluded alley outside the market: "Let's come out and talk, don't scare the child."

Sun Dapao took off his greasy apron, called out to the inside, "Dad's going out for a smoke," and then followed Shen Chang'an out of the market with his head down, like a defeated rooster.

In the narrow alley.

Shen Chang'an leaned against the wall, took out his phone, and opened an encrypted file.

"Tell me about human trafficking and illegal detention."

Shen Chang'an got straight to the point.

"Li Sinan has already confessed everything. How did the four of you divide the work?"

"Sir, I'm really just a laborer!"

Sun Dapao knelt down with a thud, his face, full of fat, now contorted into a grimace.

"Li Sinan was in charge of finding targets, and Wang Hai was in charge of providing sleeping pills and magical artifacts. Because I was strong and a butcher, I was responsible for secretly transporting those defenseless goods... oh no, victims, to Li Sinan's basement at night."

"As for the ultimate goal and who the boss is, I really have no idea! I'm just following orders!"

"Whose orders are you taking?" Shen Chang'an's gaze sharpened.

"Listen to Zhang Cuihua!"

Sun Dapao hurriedly shifted the blame.

"It's that old woman who sets up her fortune-telling stall under the overpass! She's the one who organizes and makes the decisions among us!"

Shen Chang'an frowned slightly, his fingers quickly swiping across the roster on the tablet.

"Zhang Cuihua? There is no such person on the list of seventy-nine registered cultivators in Qingzhou District."

"Of course she's not on the list!"

Sun Dapao quickly explained.

"That old woman is an outsider; she only started setting up her stall under the overpass in our Qingzhou District about six months ago. She's an unregistered 'illegal resident' who knows a bit of sorcery, and she's never registered with the town's night watchman's office. It was only after she arrived that she coerced and lured us into her schemes!"

"An undocumented immigrant who arrived six months ago, who knows black magic..."

Shen Chang'an narrowed his eyes slightly; this person was not registered.

Just as the two were talking, a bread truck quietly pulled up at the entrance of the alley.

Several plainclothes logistics team members quickly walked over, took out Soul Lock handcuffs, and tightly handcuffed Sun Dapao.

"Captain Shen, have we taken the person away?"

The leading operative respectfully sought instructions.

"Take them away. Tell the bureau that this case involves undocumented immigrants and cult members. Go back and interrogate them thoroughly, extracting every single detail of the filthy things they've done over the years."

Shen Chang'an waved his hand, then turned and walked out of the alley: "You guys take them back first, I'll continue to catch the remaining two. Especially that Zhang Cuihua, I want to see what kind of monster she is."

After saying goodbye to the trembling butcher, Shen Chang'an drove non-stop to a large overpass in Qingzhou District.

Under the blazing sun, the area beneath the overpass was a cool and shady haven. Not only were elderly men and women playing chess, but several small stalls offering fortune telling, face reading, screen protector application, and medicine were also lined up in the dimly lit underpass corridor.

Shen Chang'an parked his car on the side of the road, put his hands in his pockets, and strolled under the bridge as if nothing had happened.

There are four or five fortune-telling stalls here, but strangely, the other blind men wearing sunglasses or old men in tattered Taoist robes are deserted, while the stall at the far end with the sign "Ironclad Predictions" has several young customers waiting to have their fortunes told.