Demon Suppression Division, Demon Suppression Hall.
"Damn it, is that guy ever going to stop?!"
Inside the brightly lit room, a pale, effeminate-looking man received yet another notice that a mission had been canceled. In a fit of rage, he slapped the table before him.
A violent gust of force burst outward, leaving a deep palm print in the solid wooden square table.
"Exactly! Over the past few days, our squads have barely gotten any targets at all. If this keeps up, I might not care, but the little ones beneath me won't be able to sit still!"
"Isn't that so? Who knows what grudge that guy has against Evil Spirits? He kills them on sight like he's gone mad."
"Qin Wei! Shouldn't you give us an explanation?" A cold-faced middle-aged woman suddenly turned on Qin Wei, who was resting in the corner with his eyes closed.
The moment she said this, everyone seemed to find an outlet for their frustration and turned their eyes toward Qin Wei.
Under everyone's gaze, Qin Wei slowly opened his eyes. After sweeping his gaze around the room, he helplessly spread his hands.
"I say, why are you all looking at me?"
"I'm not doing any better than you. I haven't even opened for business tonight!"
But that explanation clearly did not satisfy them.
"Hmph! You brought this upon yourself! Who doesn't know that you're the one protecting that little bastard? Things have turned out like this, and you can't escape responsibility!"
"That's right. I heard that brat recently started some Moon Spirit Shadow Wind Gang. The name sounds downright domineering, but he's thrown the entire city into utter chaos!"
"If you ask me, all the losses we've suffered should be deducted from your share!"
Yet Qin Wei did not care about their accusations