"Uncle Zhou, the Devil Sect's Ministry of Justice has brought its bullying right to our doorstep! If the Patrol Bureau falls tonight, the Ministry of Justice will only need to pull a few strings to force you to resign as bureau chief. After all, the will from above is for you to leave. After that, the Ministry of Justice will hold the cleaver, and I, Li Qingxian, will be the fish on its chopping block. My very survival will be at stake."
"Alas, your prediction may not come true, but the Ministry of Justice is certainly capable of it."
"Do you dare play for higher stakes? Call in your favors, borrow men from the various ministries and offices, and turn the tables by surrounding those devil brats outside the Night Guard's gates. Let one battle establish the Patrol Bureau's name!"
"I want to surround them too, but there are houses everywhere outside. How would we do it?"
"I have Fate Arts, and I've already found most of their hiding places. With the literary cultivators' Projection Paper, I can point out where every one of them is hiding. If you're worried about trouble, we don't have to attack. We can just surround them, force them to surrender, or hold out until dawn and watch the Ministry of Justice make a fool of itself."
"Are you trying to goad me?"
"No. Besides, I couldn't goad you even if I tried."
"Wait a moment."
Before long, Lu Yunyan's voice and words appeared on the Projection Paper, followed by a map of the area around the Night Guard Yamen.
"Mark them," Lu Yunyan said, crisp and direct.
Li Qingxian reached out and tapped repeatedly, marking the approximate number of devil cultivators at each location.
"Good. I'll pass this to Brother Chunfeng," Lu Yunyan said.