Late at night, in a taxi.
The taxi windows were tightly shut, and there were no pedestrians around. The moviegoers had long since left in succession, and no matter what happened inside, nobody noticed.
No matter what earth-shattering story or fabrication the taxi driver came up with, Lu Yibai would solve this ghost.
Because these were the rules, the rules of the Night Watchmen.
In the dark of night, we call the shots!
Keep in mind that the Night Watchmen organization was an organization keeping pace with the times. To conform to trends and appear more approachable, the city's guardians were called principals.
In the past, they were usually called the Black Emperor of this city.
Now, the dark night of Crow City was indeed called by Boss Lu.
Unconsciously, as time passed, and as he made a trip to the cemetery and the cemetery within a cemetery, he gradually developed a sense of immersion in his identity as a Night Watchman, and even... a sense of belonging?
Ghosts must be eliminated; these were the rules.
If everyone hadn't been powerless against that fellow inside the Lion Umbrella, it would have been eliminated together.
Although there was a saying that rules were meant to be broken, you could try and see if our Night Watchmen fists were harder.
Would it make you cry while calling him daddy, believe it or not?
When it came to being hard, we meant business.
Hearing this, the taxi driver was slightly stunned, and then continued like he was possessed: "What Night Watchmen! You can't kill it, don't touch it!"
The corners of Lu Yibai's mouth twitched slightly. When you stated your affiliation and the other party hadn't even heard of it, that damn thing was really awkward.
To ease the awkwardness, Boss Lu chose