Outside the office building of a disciplinary commission in the provincial capital, the afterglow of the setting sun lazily spilled onto the polished marble steps, adding a touch of softness to this solemn place.

At this moment, a middle-aged man slowly walked out of the gate, wearing a slightly worn military yellow overcoat. The hem of the coat swayed gently in the wind, as if carrying the hardships and stories of the past.

He clutched a pack of unopened cigarettes tightly in his hand, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the wrapper.

As soon as I stepped out the door, my eyes met those of a middle-aged woman not far ahead.

The woman looked haggard, and her eyes showed a hint of urgency and helplessness; she had clearly been waiting there on purpose.

The woman stepped forward quickly, her voice trembling slightly: "Old Chen, Xiao Hui got into trouble in Binhai. The news is spreading like wildfire, and it seems someone wants to take this opportunity to teach him a lesson."

Upon hearing this, a flash of disdain and arrogance instantly crossed the middle-aged man's eyes.

The middle-aged man was very arrogant, believing that he had been in this position for many years, had deep roots and extensive connections, and was not so easily shaken. Moreover, that was his brother-in-law, how could he sit idly by?

Chen Bangyong let out a soft breath, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Hmph, don't worry, everything's taken care of. I'm not in this position for nothing; I know what's important. I already know about the situation and contacted Director Wu immediately; he'll handle things. As for the victims, I've had my secretary deal with it. They've received a million in compensation; that should be enough to shut those poor bastards up. If they still don't know what's good for them and want to continue causing trouble, then don't blame me for being impolite. I'll show them what real 'consequences' are!"

As he said this, Chen Bangyong's eyes flashed with an undeniable determination and ruthlessness, as if everything was under his control.

Chen Bangyong patted the woman's shoulder confidently to comfort her, but he couldn't hide his contempt and disdain.

After hearing this, the woman was still a little uneasy, but seeing Chen Bangyong's confident appearance, she could only force a bitter smile and whisper in agreement: "That's good, that's good... I hope Xiaohui can learn from this lesson and not cause such trouble again in the future."

Chen Bangyong waved impatiently, turned and left, leaving the woman with a cold and resolute back view, as if to tell her: everything is under control, no need to say more.

What's wrong with my brother-in-law causing some trouble?

Now that Director Wu is on their side, even though he's here to crack down on organized crime, would he dare to hit his own brother-in-law?

The coastal area is so chaotic, I'd better make some money and leave as soon as possible.

With Huo Deguang gone, I'm afraid Director Wu won't last long either.

If you offend everyone, you might not be able to leave.

at night.

Coastal.

The night, as dark as ink, enveloped the abandoned temple on the seashore, forgotten by time.

The thin moonlight barely penetrated the dilapidated roof, casting dappled patterns on the moss-covered stone steps, adding a touch of gloom to this desolate place.

All around, the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore, intertwined with the occasional cry of night birds, created an ominous melody.

Deep within the dark temple, a short, thin man with dark skin quietly appeared, his eyes gleaming with unease and cunning, as if he had just returned from some secret mission.

He stood respectfully before a demon slayer dressed in an ancient robe and wearing a tall crown.

This demon slayer's attire seemed to transcend time and space. His robe was embroidered with intricate talismans, and various magical artifacts hung at his waist. Most eye-catching was the ancient sword he held tightly in his hand, which emitted a faint scent of peach wood. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if telling the story of his glorious past of slaying demons and monsters.

"Master, as you instructed, I have secretly given that boy the cursed amulet." The man reported in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly, clearly showing his awe of the master's methods.

Upon hearing this, the demon slayer's lips curled into a smug sneer, his deep-set eyes gleaming with arrogance, as if the entire world was under his control.

"Hmph, how could a mere mortal possibly see through my carefully laid trap? That amulet was crafted by me using a thousand-year-old vengeful spirit. Once you wear it, you've made a pact with death, and no one can escape it."

As he spoke, he suddenly swung the peach wood sword in his hand. The air seemed to be torn apart, a gust of cold wind rose, and several hideous skeletons with eerie faces and glowing bodies appeared out of thin air. They let out a series of shrill screams that echoed in the empty temple, making people's hair stand on end.

Upon seeing this, the master burst into laughter, his laughter filled with an almost insane sense of pride and arrogance, as if he were the master of this dark world.

"Haha... No one can escape my clutches, not even that brat, he's destined to die! My power is enough to change the very fabric of the world and make even the gods and ghosts tremble!"

However, just as the master was at the height of his arrogance, the once calm sky suddenly changed dramatically. A bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, followed by deafening thunder, as if it were a warning from the heavens against this disrespectful act.

The master's face turned deathly pale instantly, his arrogant smile froze on his face, and was replaced by an undisguised fear.

He hurriedly dropped the peach wood sword in his hand and scrambled towards a hidden cave behind the temple, which was the refuge he had prepared to escape the heavenly tribulation.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, the master's figure vanished into the dark abyss, leaving behind only a series of panicked and terrified gasps that echoed through the cursed temple, weaving with the sounds of wind and rain outside into an even more eerie nocturne.

Even masters have fears.

Afraid of thunder.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Zhang Fan looked at the Buddha amulet and could sense something inside, but he didn't know what it was.

This is what the person hiding in the shadows wants to kill.

There is a force here, and it is indeed an evil force.

Zhang Fan couldn't understand why so many people wanted to kill him when he hadn't done anything that would bring divine retribution.

If Liu Yan and her group wanted to kill him, he would know why, because they had their eyes on Wanfu Group. But he hadn't offended the sorcerers.

How come even sorcerers have appeared now?

They all want to use amulets to harm people, but they themselves are not as easily killed as a simple amulet.

Just as I put away the amulet, I saw a beautiful figure walking towards me from outside.

Qianying walked to her room door and then gently knocked.

"Brother Zhang, are you asleep?"

Zhang Fan walked over, opened the door, and a captivating fragrance wafted out.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm having trouble sleeping, can I come in and chat?"

chat?

Okay, there must be a reason why I didn't move.

This pit isn't so easy to navigate.