The young woman wore a black evening gown, sitting with elegant poise. Her neck was long and fair as a swan's.
The head that had been severed still wore a sweet smile. Her body lay slumped over the table as blood trickled out, staining the fine printed tablecloth red.
The shocking sight was etched into everyone's mind.
After a deathly silence, terrified screams erupted throughout the restaurant. Someone jumped to their feet and ran for the exit as if their life depended on it.
"Shh!"
Soldier A stepped forward and made a silencing gesture.
It was a simple motion, yet it carried immense authority. The screams stopped almost instantly, and everyone froze.
"This is only to explain why we need your cooperation. Please don't panic, and don't move around. I assure you that no one here is in any danger."
Soldier A finished speaking as if nothing had happened, then signaled his colleague to put the head back.
The diners fell silent at his words, not daring to object. Only a few muffled sobs could be heard.
That was the Night Watchers' clout!
Fu Qian sighed to himself and turned his attention back to the food in front of him.
The turn of events had been sudden, but he'd been mentally prepared for it.
After all, his mission this time was to prevent a disaster.
He still didn't know what the disaster would be, but he'd never expected a place like this to be peaceful.
Besides, compared to what he'd been through recently, the scene before him was practically wholesome.
With the faint smell of blood in the air, Fu Qian picked up another piece of food and popped it into his mouth. He chewed quickly, looking thoroughly satisfied.
He couldn't let work get in the way of living.
His