Doctor

"Not at all, Elder Ju, you are so thoughtful. With you here, we feel at ease doing whatever we want," Wang Ding said. He then added, "Actually, I don't think we need to discuss the organization's true purpose right now, nor do we need to figure out why they approached us."

"The organization is not hostile now, and has even helped us many times, which means they are definitely not the next Worship God."

Elder Ju understood his implied meaning and said, "Tell me your thoughts."

"This is my opinion: instead of worrying about these things now, we should think about whether the organization wants to cooperate with us."

"Those people are all very eccentric and extremely capable. Whether they'll even consider cooperating with us is another question."

Elder Ju was taken aback. It seemed that none of the people he knew were simple. Even if they knew some of the Rules and abilities, they would need to send many S-Rank Purger to have a fighting chance against them.

"You're right, we were thinking too soon." Elder Ju suddenly smiled, his heart no longer so tense. "Let's settle things with the Family Clan first. Oh, by the way, where's Sheng Qingqiao? Why didn't I see him waiting for you today?"

Wang Ding: "He... he knew there was some trouble in Linxi District, so he went there to check it out and will be back soon."

"That's good. The Mei Family expressed interest in joining forces with us last time, so it's worth a visit. But remember to remind him to come back on time."

Wang Ding nodded. "I will."

At this moment, Sheng Qingqiao, whom they were talking about, was wandering aimlessly through the streets of Linxi District.

He went straight to the Mei family, head of the Mei family, as soon as he arrived yesterday. She had been frightened by the pastry chef last time and didn't stay in Wutong District afterward, returning quickly.

Mei Shi returned with Cui Qiyin. Cui Qiyin had nowhere to go for the time being, so he stayed at the Mei Family temporarily.

Sheng Qingqiao was also arranged to stay at the Mei Family by Mei Shi, and even met his old acquaintance Mei Long.

He'd been here for most of the day, but hadn't found a single person who seemed to be part of the organization.

"Boss, how much is this?" While wandering around, Sheng Qingqiao darted to a stall and picked up a Doll the stall owner was sewing with great interest.

This Doll is very cute. It has a round head, a few pieces of cloth hanging down to form its body, a rope tied around its neck, and a sad expression painted on its face.

"This Sunny Doll) costs 20, and this rainy day Doll costs 24."

"Why are rain Dolls so expensive?" Sheng Qingqiao frowned, holding the Doll. "Rain Dolls aren't even that pretty."

"You just don't understand..."

Sheng Qingqiao was haggling with the shopkeeper while holding the Doll. As he talked, his gaze suddenly shifted to a spot behind him, then quickly looked away.

"Each one costs 18 yuan. I'll take six... no, seven, seven Sunny Dolls, is that okay?"

"Alright, alright, I'll give you a discount." The stall owner grinned from ear to ear.

After finishing his shopping, Sheng Qingqiao continued strolling around, stopping and walking occasionally, disappearing into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

The moment he left, a young man appeared in the spot where he had just been.

The young man wore gold-rimmed glasses, a gray shirt, and gray trousers. He had a neat appearance, and his slightly overgrown black hair fell to the tip of his nose, obscuring his eyes.

"Smack!"

"Hey! Bro, following me?" Sheng Qingqiao slapped the other man on the shoulder, but he didn't seem to react much, calmly turning around to look at him.

"Are you Sheng Qingqiao?" he asked.

Sheng Qingqiao said, "There are very few people who don't know me, right? Don't pretend, what are you doing following me like this?"

"That's how it is." The young man slightly raised his eyes, the dark circles under his eyes making his face look sinister and terrifying. Even though there was a smile on his lips, it couldn't dispel the chill in him.

"My name is Wu Liang, Liang as in demons and monsters, and I am a Doctor," Wu Liang said. "My friend, or you could say my Master, has assigned me a secret mission that belongs only to me."

"But you're getting in my way here. Could you please leave for a few days?"

Sheng Qingqiao frowned as she looked the strange man who called himself Wu Liang up and down, "Are you one of the organization?"

"Exactly." The Doctor's lips curled into a smile. "The Judgment Office, codenamed Doctor, sends his greetings, Mr. Sheng Qingqiao."

This was the first time Sheng Qingqiao had heard the name of this organization: the Judgment Office, which judged what they considered sin and evil. It sounded arrogant.

But when I think of the people in the organization, who may seem gentle, indifferent, or even crazy, but are all arrogant at heart, I realize that the name doesn't seem so bad.

"Doctor, are you really one of the organization?" Sheng Qingqiao didn't believe it; he had come specifically for matters concerning the organization.

In the past few days, the people arrested most frequently at Wang Ding's Discipline Office were not members of evil cults, nor were they some murderous madmen, nor were Purger had been strangely attacked, but rather... imposters of the organization.

They swaggered around the city under the organization's name, murdering and robbing Weird Object; they could draw Fox Patterns on their faces and make many people blindly follow them.

Most of these blindly worshipping people are mentally unstable lunatics, easily incited by them, and prone to causing trouble.

Wang Ding received information that the first group of imposters appeared in Linxi District, which he suspected was their hideout. He came here to investigate whether the information was true.

Wu Liang lowered his head slightly, brushed aside his hair to reveal the lines on his left forehead, and raised his clear black and white pupils, staring intently at him.

The patterns and colors were vibrant, suggesting they weren't fake.

But those people also happened to like having tattoos on their faces, which deepened Sheng Qingqiao's suspicion.

The Doctor let down his stray hairs and said earnestly, "Please, don't bother me. My friend is waiting for me to come back; he must miss me terribly—and I miss him too."

"I need to finish this task quickly. It was assigned to me by him, and it's all mine."

He paused, his eyes slowly moving upwards, staring intently at Sheng Qingqiao's face through his long bangs. "Do you understand? This is a mission that belongs only to me, a mission given to me by a friend."

Sheng Qingqiao felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason. He couldn't help but rub his arms. "Your task is your task, and mine is mine. If you want to do it, then do it."

"No, you can't leave now, you're not an imposter in the organization."

The Doctor shook his head, murmuring regretfully, "You still don't understand. I'm telling you... this is my mission!"

As the last word fell heavily, the Doctor's scalpel plunged into Sheng Qingqiao's abdomen without warning.

The Scalpel was deeply embedded in Sheng Qingqiao's flesh, then Wu Liang spun it out, spraying blood onto his gray suit and splattering half his face.

His arms hung down naturally as he smiled as he watched Sheng Qingqiao fall to the ground.

Anyone who gets in his way must be eliminated.

People around screamed and fled, clutching the Weird Object in their hands.

Sheng Qingqiao's face turned pale with pain, and she collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

The Doctor tilted his head, staring at the person on the ground, and said in confusion, "Why are you so weak? This knife clearly wasn't aimed at your heart; it only pierced your spleen."

Sheng Qingqiao gasped for breath and forced out a voice. "Is that even human language you're speaking?"