Some say that these Special Employees don't usually operate in the real world; they are dispatched by [Big Dipper] to a place called the "Supernatural Land" to carry out even more terrifying and bizarre missions.
Some say that the Special Employees are no longer human; they are puppets cultivated by Big Dipper to guide new recruits and manage the entire organization on behalf of Big Dipper's true masters.
The true mastermind behind the Beidou Organization has never shown his face and remains shrouded in mystery.
These claims were leaked from some Senior Employees, and their veracity cannot be determined.
"The Moon-Worshipping Cult has kept a low profile for many years, but recently, many people have been operating under its banner in the country, and Liang Rong is one of them," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice. "He's just a nobody, but for him to be so arrogant, he must have someone supporting him behind the scenes. I'm afraid you'll face retaliation."
Xiao Yu nodded, her expression somewhat indifferent. She was already on the wrong side of the law and no longer cared about the threat from Big Dipper. Even if the sky fell, there were always tall people to hold it up. The Playing Card Organization was much more reliable than Big Dipper.
"I understand. I'll be careful from now on." She nodded slightly to the three of Gu Dao, then turned around and quickly left with Yin Wenxian. Their mission was complete.
"What are their backgrounds?" Qiu Shuang asked, utterly puzzled. "Aren't they afraid of retaliation from the cult? What are they relying on?"
Gu Dao sighed, looking at Qiu Shuang's disfigured face, and carefully began to speak about the Playing Card Organization. He was certain that the Playing Card Organization was an extremely powerful force; this organization could break Big Dipper's control over him, and from this point alone, they were no weaker than Big Dipper!
Moreover, Playing Cards do not restrict members from discussing the existence of the organization, which is much more aboveboard than Big Dipper.
Zhang San endured immense suffering, yet he managed to retain no useful information.
It's not that he's tough, it's that he doesn't know.
He seemed to be some kind of special Supernatural clone, created with incomplete memories, but that didn't stop Hu Jiu from tormenting him, because Hu Jiu found a worm in his body made of talisman paper, exactly the same as the worm that parasitized the brains of Big Dipper employees.
"This organization's power is truly immense, it's terrifying." Hu Jiu calmly pulled out the Ghost Shadow suppressed by the talisman, copied and pasted it with a single click, and then stuffed it into the Golden Container.
He temporarily lost contact with the Human Skin Paper. He Ming finally became more aware and vaguely sensed that something was wrong. He no longer carried the Human Skin Paper with him, but instead kept it in Golden Box.
Having temporarily escaped the pursuit, He Ming dared not go home. He hid alone in an alley, like a cat with its fur standing on end, wary of everything around him.
He suspected the Human Skin Paper, and also suspected the Headquarters, after all, the Ghost Tamer named Yan San was a member of the Headquarters. He didn't care about factional disputes; he only knew that he had been attacked by Ghost Tamer from the Headquarters.
At this moment, He Ming felt as if he were trapped on a deserted island, extremely insecure, and everything around him seemed to be against him. The psychological trauma from the attack and the interference of the Supernatural on his mental state were simultaneously affecting his mentality.
"What should I do next?" He Ming gripped his phone, his eyes darting around.
Before unexpectedly becoming Ghost Tamer, he was just a high school student. His friends and family were all ordinary people, and no one could help him. When he first entered the Supernatural world, he had no friends of the same level, and he was truly alone in a dark jungle full of dangers.
At this moment, he seemed to understand why many Ghost Tamers seemed so irritable and extreme. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He used to think that those Ghost Tamers were inherently evil, that they became arrogant and did evil once they gained power. Now, He Ming just wanted to say that even he, a meritorious person who handled an S-class incident, could not be guaranteed personal safety at Headquarters. The simultaneous lack of trust and security was enough to drive a person crazy.
If the Headquarters can't protect the Ghost Tamer, and might even secretly suppress them, then the Ghost Tamer have no choice but to be tough and ruthless themselves, otherwise they might be completely devoured.
Life-or-death crises are the best test of one's character. Unbeknownst to him, He Ming's mindset underwent a dramatic transformation.
Supporters from Headquarters and police officers from the special department of Xihe City have arrived at He Ming's home to conduct an investigation and collect evidence. After barely calming himself down, He Ming contacted Headquarters again with a cold face.
He needs an explanation.
If Hu Jiu were here, he would immediately see that He Ming's angry outburst to Headquarters demanding an explanation would only result in one thing—a private verbal apology and a paltry compensation.
After all, He Ming is still safe and sound, isn't he?
If nothing serious happens, then naturally we can only try to minimize the problem and let it go.
If Hu Jiu had encountered something like this, he would have definitely made a huge scene, but He Ming was calmed down by Fu Youhua. He was upset, but he accepted the "compensation" offered by Headquarters and chose to let the matter rest.
"As you know, the current domestic situation is unstable, and the various forces in the Supernatural community are in a fragile balance, unable to withstand any storms. I hope you can consider the bigger picture."
What could He Ming do in the face of Fu Youhua's words?
When the water cannot be poured out fairly, only by sacrificing the kindest and gentlest person can peace be restored. He Ming has not yet realized that he has already played such a role. If in the future, this kind person is no longer willing to sacrifice and insists on seeking justice, he will be labeled as someone who disrupts harmony and stability.
Demanding generosity from others when one is clearly harboring selfish motives is a form of moral blackmail that kills without shedding blood, yet is enough to destroy one's spirit and life.
He Ming was seething with anger. There were some things he hadn't quite grasped, but he had an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, so he seized the opportunity to make a request to Headquarters—
I want to be transferred to work in Capital.
He felt that he was now in the eye of the storm, under the spotlight. If he stayed in Xihe City, the possibility of being attacked and ambushed again would likely continue, and Headquarters would be unable to reach him in time to rescue him. Therefore, he decided to simply live at Headquarters. If he was still assassinated under the nose of the Headquarters in Capital, then there was nothing to say. As long as he lived, no one would have an easy time!
After thinking it over, Fu Youhua agreed to He Ming's request. He Ming's abilities were very useful, and he could play a corresponding role if he was transferred to Headquarters. His talent would not be wasted.
Having barely managed to deal with these trivial matters, He Ming couldn't help but take out the Human Skin Paper again.
[My name is He Ming. On my way home from the Capital, I was ambushed and my life hung by a thread. I barely escaped the attack, thinking the matter was temporarily over, but little did I know that even bigger trouble awaited me.]
[The attacker, whose entire body was made of talismans, came from a mysterious organization called "Big Dipper." Knowing the name of this organization itself brings me immense danger, and the Mirage Ghost happens to be exactly what they need...]
"Are you already blatantly setting a trap for me? Knowing that the name Big Dipper would bring crisis, why did you still say it out loud!" He Ming gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear the Human Skin Paper to shreds on the spot.
Human Skin Paper: "[The crisis brought about by Big Dipper is too great. I have decided to find someone to share this risk with..."