"What Night Watchmen? You've got the wrong person. I'm from the neighborhood committee."
He turned and walked back the way he had come.
Zhao Zhengbin: "..."
Even lies shouldn't be this fake, right? Who in all of Great Xia didn't know about the Night Watchmen by now??
Just as Zhao Zhengbin was about to say something, the force of the man turning tugged at the hand clutching his clothes, and a straight sword tucked into his waistband clattered to the ground.
Zhao Zhengbin and the man exchanged a glance. The air abruptly fell into dead silence.
"Sorry, my cane fell."
After a moment of silence, the young man bent down and picked up the straight sword, using it like a cane to feel his way around. But the blade was nowhere near long enough, so he could only wobble about, poking randomly through the air. The bizarre sight was inexplicably comical.
"...Do all Night Watchmen have thought processes as bizarre as yours?" Zhao Zhengbin couldn't help complaining.
"No, I'm one of the rare ones."
The young man realized halfway through that he had misspoken. He looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, let out a small sigh of relief.
Zhao Zhengbin stared blankly at this rather interesting peer before him, the corners of his mouth lifting despite himself. The mysterious filter he had placed over the Night Watchmen in his heart had faded quite a bit as well...
"If a Night Watchman appears in the shelter, the civilians will definitely crowd around to watch. Then order will fall apart... Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." After the two stood in silence for a moment, Zhao Zhengbin took the initiative to extend his hand.
"My name is Zhao Zhengbin."
"...Su Zhe." Su Zhe studied him for