"Officer Jin, we've recently received reports of elementary school children dressing up as ghosts to frighten people in Central Park. There have been more than ten similar incidents, and our superiors have specifically instructed us to treat this as a major case. Starting tonight, we'll be increasing patrol strength in West Shinjuku. These are the assigned patrol areas. Pick one," Inspector Megure said expressionlessly.
"Our superiors? You mean the old man from the Ishihara family?" Jin Nanjiang merely asked the question, but the embarrassment on Inspector Megure's face immediately confirmed her suspicion. "Old people like that are rather pitiful. All right, I'll take Central Park." Her face was utterly indifferent, but inwardly she was laughing with delight. She didn't forget to keep up her mockery, either.
Just a few days earlier, the Police Affairs Office had mobilized a large force to rescue a lunatic from Central Park. As he walked, the man kept shouting, "I'm from the Ishihara family! Everything I said is true!" Putting the events together, the Ishihara family's youngster must have suffered a terrible setback in Central Park, bad enough that the old man of the family had to intervene. But if a monster had been causing trouble, perhaps it had been Guilmon.
"Azure Dragon Sword, Thunder Sea." Standing in midair, Zheng Fan swung his sword and unleashed a sweep of lightning, destroying every building before him. All the women hiding inside died as well.
"May you be born into better lives next time." Zheng Fan offered a quiet prayer and cleared away his distracting thoughts. When he opened his eyes again, he immediately caught sight of the fleeing figure in the distance. Cheng Ming's body was covered in densely packed lines, each representing a woman whose fate he controlled.
Zheng Fan had never forgotten that humiliation.