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

"Splash—"

At a secluded ventilation duct opening on the lowest level of the building, the louvers had been roughly removed.

Shen Chang'an dusted himself off and, like a nimble night cat, silently slipped into the corridor. He cautiously looked around, discerning the direction and the damp, chilly environment, confirming that he was now in the building's lowest underground level.

Shen Chang'an raised his hand, pressed the earpiece, and asked in a low voice, "Squad Three, report your position."

The voice of the third special operations team leader came through the headset quickly: "We have infiltrated the upper floors of the building through the ventilation shaft. We are now in position and conducting exploration."

"receive."

Shen Chang'an cut off the communication. A faint orange-red light instantly ignited deep within his eyes, and his Fiery Eyes activated at full power.

He braced himself on the cold marble floor with one hand, his five-realm spiritual perception spreading outwards like ripples on water, searching for abnormal fluctuations in the underground space.

However, after spreading out for less than twenty meters, his mental perception seemed to hit an invisible wall and was abruptly blocked.

Shen Chang'an frowned slightly and withdrew his hand.

After all, the Sanshan Group is a multinational giant with a market value of tens of billions, and their business empire has long since expanded into the cultivation world.

For a wealthy and powerful corporation, laying down a shield to isolate itself from mental perception beneath its core headquarters is a basic operation.

"Since perception is blocked, we can only rely on the most primitive methods to find it."

Shen Chang'an sighed inwardly and instantly disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.

The high-profile routine inspections by the logistics team upstairs attracted most of the building's security attention, leaving the underground floors unusually empty and deserted, without even a single security guard patrolling.

Like a ghost, Shen Chang'an perfectly evaded the hidden infrared cameras at the top of the corridor.

He searched for more than ten minutes in the intricate underground labyrinth, but still found nothing; all he found were ordinary storage rooms and electrical substations.

Just when he was about to lose patience.

"Da da da da..."

A series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the corner of the corridor to the left, and they were running quickly in a certain direction.

Shen Chang'an's eyes sharpened, and he instantly nimbly clung to the blind spot of the ceiling beam like a gecko, holding his breath.

Two men in white protective suits hurried past him.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Shen Chang'an landed silently and followed them. As he pursued them, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Tsk, looks like I'll have to find time to really improve my skills in illusion and concealment magic. Relying on my physical body to hide from cameras is too passive."

Shen Chang'an followed the two men in white coats until they arrived at a heavy silver alloy gate.

One of them was anxiously inputting complex fingerprint and iris scan commands onto the keypad, while the other urged, "Hurry up! We heard that the Night Watch is already checking the surveillance footage! The supervisor gave a strict order: get rid of this batch of waste immediately, send it away through the underground sewage pipes, and absolutely leave no trace!"

"Okay, okay, what's the rush!"

"Click—"

The alloy door emitted a dull mechanical unlocking sound and slowly slid open to both sides.

However, the door was only opened a crack.

"Whoosh!"

A gentle breeze swept by, and the two doctors in white coats felt a terrifying pain in the back of their necks. Before they could even let out a scream, their eyes rolled back and they collapsed to the ground with two thuds, like broken sacks.

Shen Chang'an flicked his hand with a chop, stepped over the two people, and strode into the extremely cold, cold storage-like room.

As soon as you step inside, a pungent smell of formaldehyde hits you.

Inside the room, there were more than a dozen cold stainless steel dissection tables, piled high with black body bags.

Shen Chang'an's face was gloomy. He quickly stepped forward and unzipped one of the body bags.

Inside lay the corpse of a human male who was no more than twenty years old.

He opened several more bags in succession. The scene inside was horrifying: there were men and women, as well as several demons with obvious scales or hair on their bodies.

Without exception, all of these human and demon victims had lost vital signs.

Furthermore, their bodies all bore the marks of professional surgical sutures.

Shen Chang'an quickly discovered that their vital organs, as well as the demon cores of the demon race, had been cruelly removed and hollowed out.

"These beasts..."

Shen Chang'an cursed through gritted teeth.

Not only are they involved in the trafficking of people and demons, but the Three Mountains Group is also secretly engaged in the bloody and lucrative smuggling of organs and demon cores!

Shen Chang'an immediately took out his phone and took high-definition photos of the body bags and the remains of the victims whose organs had been removed from the scene from various angles.

He immediately connected to the city bureau's internal communication channel: "Director Fang, Lao Zhao. We've found the key evidence in Area B, southwest corner of the third basement level. The photos have been sent to the encrypted group."

There was a moment of silence in the headset.

"Where are they alive?"

Old Zhao's voice had grown considerably colder by now.

"No one survived."

Shen Chang'an stood amidst a pile of body bags.

"This place is a slaughterhouse. The confirmed charges are: large-scale torture and killing of humans and demons, as well as the illegal sale of organs and demon cores."

The atmosphere in the VIP lounge instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Fang Zhuo stared at the bloody and gruesome scene of the underground slaughterhouse on the screen, a chilling murderous glint in his eyes. He looked up and instantly locked his gaze on Chen Shaohui opposite him.

"Director Fang... this, this photo is..."

Chen Shaohui maintained his elite smile, but cold sweat was starting to pour uncontrollably from his forehead.

"arrest."

Fang Zhuo completely ignored his acting skills and coldly uttered two words.

In the Town Night Division, this is enough.

The reason why the Night Watch is called a "national-level extraordinary violent agency" is that when they handle cases, they do not need to go through the cumbersome procedures of applying for search warrants and arrest warrants like ordinary agencies.

Once the evidence is conclusive, all that remains is the most violent suppression and arrests!

"Buzz—!!!"

With Fang Zhuo's command, a massive sealing barrier instantly rose around the entire Sanshan Group building, completely isolating it from the outside world!

Inside the lobby, the logistics team members, who had been conducting routine checks with polite manners, instantly dropped their pretense.

"Click click click!"

The crisp sound of cocking and chambering echoed throughout the lobby. All the special forces soldiers immediately drew their live guns, armed with spirit-powered armor-piercing rounds, and coldly pointed their dark muzzles at all the security personnel and staff.

"Everyone! Hands behind your heads, squat down! Don't move!"