The hall was deathly silent.
Huang Yaozu kept his gun raised, but his wrist trembled slightly.
His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Li Dan, then shifted to the black mist that had vanished completely from the floor.
"How... how is this possible..."
Huang Yaozu muttered hoarsely.
The First Commandment he had upheld for years—the belief he had used to numb himself and deceive newcomers—was utterly shattered by that casual scene.
There were not only ghosts in this world.
There were also people who could dispose of ghosts like trash.
Uncle Feng put away his Peachwood Sword, let out a long breath, and patted Huang Yaozu on the shoulder.
"Huang Sir, put the gun away."
Li Dan walked up to Huang Yaozu and patted the shoulder of his wrinkled trench coat.
"Huang Sir."
Li Dan's tone was calm, with the faintest trace of a smile at the corner of his lips.
"Now, that ghost truly no longer exists in this world."
Huang Yaozu lowered his gun weakly. His legs gave out, and he leaned against the cold wall.
Li Guoqiang slowly shuffled out from the restroom entrance. His eyes were full of gratitude as he looked at Li Dan.
Leon somehow produced another bar of chocolate and stuffed it into Li Guoqiang's hand.
"See? I told you it was autistic. It didn't even need chocolate—it got scared off directly."
Li Dan ignored Leon's wisecrack.
He turned to Uncle Feng. "Lin Sir, that one's dealt with. Does the Miscellaneous Affairs Department have any other tough cases tucked away?"
The underground office of the Miscellaneous Affairs Department was filled with smoke.
Huang Yaozu took a deep drag from his cigarette and stubbed it out in an already overflowing ashtray. He pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk and dug out a yellowed