"Very good."
Li Dan smiled faintly as the card in his hand blazed with light.
Three streams of light gently swept up the family of three and drew them into the card.
The image on the card was no longer a vicious monster, but a warm family portrait—the family of three, dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes, sitting happily around a modern television.
The street returned to peace.
Li Dan put away the card, straightened his collar, and turned to the two heroes who were still standing there in a daze.
"Dr. Lam, Officer Lam, you worked hard tonight."
Uncle Feng looked at the empty street, put away his ritual implements, and turned toward the cousin who looked exactly like him.
"Cousin, it seems the world really has changed. Some things... truly don't need us to destroy them."
Dr. Lam pushed up his glasses and watched Li Dan's departing back, a glint flashing through his eyes.
"This young man... is not simple. Ah Feng, invite him to my pharmacy sometime. I'm very interested in the body structure of that huge masked zombie. I wonder if I could pluck out a strand of its hair for research..."
Under a streetlamp not far away, Leon was painfully piecing his sunglasses back together, muttering, "What a loss, what a loss. I'm definitely making that friend reimburse me this time. These were a limited edition..."
Kowloon's night gradually shed its clamor, leaving only the fading echoes of sirens drifting through the streets.
A large number of riot police wearing gas masks had already sealed off the scene. The police's official explanation for the wreckage covering the ground and the smashed storefronts was:
A series of explosions caused by a leak in underground gas pipes, followed by mass hallucinations.
As for the unfortunate antique