"Are you from the Public Security Bureau, or the Disciplinary Committee?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's wariness and hostility lessened somewhat as he scrutinized him suspiciously.
A flash of red glinted in Demon Eye Heavenly King's eyes before vanishing. Smiling, he said, "Whatever you think I am, that's what I am."
His words seemed to carry a power that compelled belief. The middle-aged man's gaze went blank for a moment, then he broke into a delighted expression and hurriedly stepped aside to clear the way inside. "So you're comrades from the Disciplinary Committee. Come in, come in. You've finally come."
Demon Eye Heavenly King gave a reserved nod, entered the house, and sat down on the living room sofa.
He casually swept his gaze over the room. The furnishings were simple and cheap; there was nothing valuable in sight, much less anything like smart home appliances.
"I've already reviewed the materials you submitted, but I'd like to hear you tell it again now, so we can fill in any gaps." Demon Eye Heavenly King accepted the disposable cup the middle-aged man handed him and took a sip of tea.
In truth, he had learned of this place through his subordinates on the black market.
The first thing Demon Eye Heavenly King did after arriving in Songhai was order the cultists lying low in the city to gather information on corruption and bribery. The officials' ranks did not matter, but the crimes had to be serious.
If bloodlust was Bewitching Demon's addiction, then this was Demon Eye Heavenly King's.
If he went too long without killing corrupt officials or thugs who preyed on men and women, he would be unable to contain his urge to destroy the world and would become an irrational killing machine.
"Alright." The middle-aged man said,