Undercurrents in the Demon Capital, Baihu's Resolve

At Demon Capital North Railway Station, the blockade and checks at the exit are still being carried out with extreme tightness.

In a corner of the hall, a man wearing a large trench coat, a mask, and sunglasses stood in front of two Qi Gathering Realm Night Watchers. His legs trembled slightly, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He didn't even dare to breathe too heavily.

"Identifications," the Night Watchers on the left said coldly.

The man tremblingly handed over an ID card.

The Night Watchers took the identification, scanned it on his terminal, and frowned slightly. Suddenly, he reached out and ripped off the man's sunglasses and mask!

"Ah!"

The man gasped and instinctively tried to back away, but he was locked in place by the Night Watchers's powerful aura and could not move.

The Night Watchers looked at the man's face, which had a prominent scar, and quickly compared it to the wanted list in the terminal.

"Zhang San, the main culprit in a major series of robberies."

Upon hearing that his true identity had been exposed, the man named Zhang San turned ashen-faced and his legs went weak as he was about to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Sir, I..."

"Roll."

However, to Zhang San's surprise, the Night Watchers not only didn't take out handcuffs, but also waved his hand impatiently as if shooing away a fly.

"Huh?" Zhang San was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"Can't you understand human language? Get out!" the Night Watchers snapped.

Zhang San felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he scrambled away into the crowd.

Another Night Watchers leaned over to glance at the wanted information on the terminal and curled his lip in disapproval.

In the eyes of the Night Watchers, ordinary crimes and deaths are not worth mentioning unless they offend the higher-ups or threaten the "balance".

at the same time.

Demon Blade stood in front of the holographic screen, listening to the reports of "nothing to show for it" coming from various checkpoints, his face so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Demon Blade slammed his fist on the control panel, instantly denting the alloy surface. "Such a large, living person, did he just vanish into thin air?!"

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"The murderer was able to silently slaughter the Jinling branch overnight; his strength must be at least at the Qi Gathering Realm Perfection. Could it be... that he didn't come to Demon Capital, but went somewhere else?"

Countless possibilities flashed through Demon Blade's mind.

Or perhaps...

His eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled a force that caused him immense trouble.

"The Resisters Organization!"

"If the murderer was indeed a member of the Resisters, or if they were aware of the murderer's existence, given their extensive network of underground connections in Demon Capital, it's highly likely they could have quietly picked him up at the high-speed rail station or outside the city!"

Thinking of this, an image of a bewitching woman with a deep purple trench coat and fiery red lips appeared in Demon Blade's mind.

That high-ranking member of the Resisters, codenamed "Hong Gui," who has been making a huge splash in Demon Capital's underworld lately, yet is as slippery as an eel!

"If that woman intervened to cover for us... this is going to be quite troublesome."

Demon Blade gritted his teeth, feeling utterly helpless. Hong Gui's whereabouts were extremely elusive; even he, a star-level investigator, couldn't catch her.

Just as Demon Blade was feeling troubled...

"Buzzing..."

The top-secret red telephone on his desk suddenly started vibrating rapidly.

Demon Blade was about to unleash a torrent of curses at whoever had the audacity to cause trouble at this time. But when he caught a glimpse of the caller ID on the screen out of the corner of his eye...

"Baihu?!"

Demon Blade shuddered violently, his rage instantly vanishing, replaced by a profound sense of awe from the depths of his soul.

He answered the phone hastily, his voice even trembling slightly, and said with utmost respect:

"Lord Baihu!"

No wonder the Demon Blade is so lowly.

In the Night Watchers's strict ranking system, above the star level is the Moon Grade!

Although he, Demon Blade, is a star-level investigator, his cultivation has reached the [Meridian Opening Realm], which is difficult for ordinary people to achieve! He can walk around with impunity even in a place like the Demon Capital.

But the "Baihu" on the other end of the phone is actually a true Moon Grade boss!

His cultivation level was clearly at the [True Power Realm], where he had completely compressed and purified his true energy, transforming it into terrifying destructive power!

What's even more terrifying is that this Baihu is not very old! This means that he has immense potential to break through to the spiritual sublimation realm above the True Power Realm —the [Sea of Consciousness Realm]!

In the face of a powerful being of that caliber, Demon Blade was nothing more than a high-level henchman who could be crushed at will.

"Has the murderer been caught?" A cold, detached female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Lord Baihu, please forgive me! I have sealed off all the main roads, but... but the enemy may be highly skilled in stealth, or they may have been received by the Resisters organization. Please give me a little more time!" Demon Blade reported nervously, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"I'm only asking you, have you caught them or not?" the woman's voice interrupted him.

"Please... please give me a little more time! I promise..."

If we can't catch it, then forget it.

"Ah?"

Demon Blade was completely taken aback.

He knew perfectly well that when the Judge was young, he and this high and mighty Lord Baihu were classmates at Jinling Martial University! It was even rumored that there was a little-known past between the two.

Now that his old classmate has been killed by a mysterious person, how could Lord Baihu so casually dismiss it with a simple "Let it go"?

"My lord, the Judge..." Demon Blade wanted to say something more.

"Beep... beep..."

The call was unilaterally disconnected.

Demon Blade stood there, holding the receiver, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

Inside an extremely luxurious private high-rise apartment in Demon Capital.

A misty haze hung in the air.

In front of the large, panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, a huge, pure white bathtub ripples with water.

If Demon Blade were here, he would never believe that the Moon Grade Night Watchers "Baihu," who had made him tremble on the phone, was now displaying such a blood-pumping demeanor.

A few bright rose petals floated on the water.

A woman with a stunningly perfect figure, as if sculpted by God himself, is languidly leaning against the edge of the bathtub.

The breathtaking arc of her figure appeared and disappeared in the water, and her long, snow-white hair cascaded over her shoulders like the finest silk.

Her strikingly beautiful face remained completely devoid of emotion. Her unusually rare eyes, gleaming with a faint silvery sheen, were fixed intently on something she was holding in her hand.

It was an old, yellowed photograph.

If Dongfang Yueming were present, he would immediately recognize that this photo is exactly the same as the one he took out of the Judge's inner pocket!

The spirited young man in the photo, determined to change the world, is the Judge in his youth.

And the beautiful girl standing beside him with a bright smile is none other than the current Moon Grade Night Watchers — Baihu!

"A boy who once vowed to overthrow this cannibalistic world and become the greatest Resisters..."

Baihu's voice echoed faintly in the empty bathroom, carrying a hint of inexplicable mockery and sorrow.

"In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of power and turned into a dragon."

"No, calling you a dragon is too kind of you." She chuckled, her laughter icy. "At best, you've become a pathetic lackey beneath a dragon's feet."

"Then... they were mercilessly killed by new, more powerful Resisters."

Baihu loosened his slender fingers.

The yellowed photograph, which held the memories of their youth and vows, fell onto the water.

Like a withered yellow leaf, it floated and drifted in the clear bathwater, eventually slowly sinking to the bottom.

She felt neither anger nor sadness.

The Judge's death did not stir even the slightest ripple in her heart.

In this world where humans eat humans and monsters eat humans, weakness is the original sin.

She only wanted to become stronger, until she stood at the absolute pinnacle of this world! Only then would she not be swallowed up by this filthy world.

"Splash."

Baihu stood up from the bathtub, his perfect body gleaming alluringly under the light.

She casually draped a white silk robe over her shoulders, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and gazed down at the dazzling night view of Demon Capital. Her silvery-white eyes gleamed with an almost morbid curiosity and fervor.

"Overnight, a high-level investigator at the Middle-Tier Perfection the Qi Gathering Realm was wiped out without a trace..."

"They stripped Jinling City bare..."

A breathtaking smile curled at the corners of Baihu's lips as he silently spoke to the mysterious stranger he had never met before:

"Demon Capital dares to stir up trouble in Shanghai..."

"What exactly is your quality?"

I hope you won't disappoint me too much.