Little Monsters

But there were simply too many of the Fallen. Furthermore, they seemed to have received orders and began to consciously scatter. One part continued to besiege Chen Guan, while the other part lunged at the panicked ordinary civilians.

"Damn it!"

Chen Guan had to split his attention, using illusions to create obstacles and protect the civilians, which greatly reduced his focus and attack efficiency.

Right at this moment.

"Chen Guan, hold on!" a clear shout came from the other end of the street.

It was An Changqing. Wielding a golden longsword and shining with golden light all over, he charged into the battlefield like a god of war. With a sweep of his sword light, he sliced two of the Fallen lunging at the civilians in half.

Immediately after, Long Ao's furious roar rang out. Crimson fist auras crashed down like meteors, forcibly blasting apart several of the Fallen who were trying to self-destruct, helping them complete their self-destruction in a different manner.

"Why are you guys here?" Chen Guan's spirits lifted, the pressure plummeting.

"We were eating nearby. I haven't even finished my meal yet."

Long Ao casually threw a punch, knocking down another swath of enemies. A feeling of suspicion rose in his heart, but it quickly dissipated.

The suspicion was because Chen Guan had clearly been very strong when facing Baal. But thinking about his miserable state afterward, Long Ao felt relieved. Indeed, ultimate moves couldn't be used casually.

With the addition of An Changqing and Long Ao, these Fallen, who weren't very strong to begin with, quickly retreated in defeat.

By the time the Patrollers completely controlled the scene, the battle was basically over.

Patrollers was the collective name for members of the official organization, the Great Wall. They were responsible for handling various supernatural incidents, equivalent to China's official superhuman association.

On the devastated street, the remains of the Fallen and traces of battle were everywhere.

Under the guidance of the Patrollers, the civilians quickly evacuated, still in shock. Chen Guan and the others hadn't suffered any injuries; their breathing was just a bit chaotic, but they were fine.

The leader of the Patrollers inspected the scene with an ashen face, especially the crater and residual traces left by the self-destruction.

Soon, he raised his head, his expression softening a bit, and saluted: "Hello students, my name is Hong Xing. I am the captain of the First Brigade of the Patrollers. On behalf of the many civilians present, I thank you all for stepping forward."

"Hello, Captain Hong."

After the three of them greeted him one after another, Hong Xing asked, "The one these Fallen attacked first was..."

"It was me."

Chen Guan replied. Hong Xing looked serious: "Student, may I ask if you know these attackers?"

"No."

He shook his head. If Baal hadn't warned him, he wouldn't even have known he would be attacked. Since Chen Guan came to this world, he hadn't made any enemies.

He usually stayed at school and occasionally fought monsters. He really couldn't think of anyone he could have provoked.

...

On the other side.

A cheerful tune echoed in the empty cave dwelling as a young girl skipped inside. If Chen Guan were here, he would definitely recognize her as the painting-selling girl from earlier, Santai.

White Tiger was a bit surprised by her arrival: "Little Santai, what made you think of coming to my place?"

Santai let out a smug laugh: "Uncle White Tiger, guess where I just went?"

White Tiger pretended to ponder, and only after a long while did he say: "Did you go and pull up the flowers Beidou planted?"

"Of course not." Santai curled her lips. "Uncle White Tiger, I'm really not a bratty child."

"Uh-huh, you really are a bratty child."

"I'm not!"

Santai stomped her feet in anxiety. She had only pranked him a little when they first met; why did this uncle hold such a grudge?

"I went to do serious business. I went to see that student named Chen Guan."

In her frustration, Santai didn't even bother keeping him in suspense.

"Oh, you went to see that kid."

White Tiger stroked his chin, thought about Santai's track record, and gasped: "Then that kid is in trouble. Take it easy, that kid is still in his newbie phase. Although his abilities are something, he can't withstand your torment."

"What kind of person do you take me for?" Santai stared at White Tiger resentfully. "Didn't I just disguise myself as him and harass a cult organization a bit? I'm helping you test the strength of your future subordinate."

Seeing the just as I expected expression on White Tiger's face, Santai's little face immediately fell, and she stomped her foot in annoyance.

She originally wanted to mysteriously keep him in suspense and observe White Tiger's reaction, but she accidentally let it slip.

No, this wasn't the script she had originally planned. Shouldn't she be playing Uncle White Tiger in the palm of her hand while chatting and laughing?

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White Tiger leaned back in his chair leisurely, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, looking at her with a half-smile: "Disguising yourself as him to harass a cult organization? Let me guess... is it those lunatics from the Embrace of Flesh and Blood who have been jumping around so happily around Jiang City and major universities recently?"

Santai pouted, a bit unwilling, but had to admit that White Tiger guessed correctly: "Yeah, it's them. I saw them sneaking around trying to cause trouble, and I happened to bump into that Chen Guan wandering on the street, so I conveniently borrowed his image to visit their stronghold, and left a little gift along the way."

Her voice grew quieter as she spoke, stealing glances at White Tiger's expression.

"Visited? A little gift?" White Tiger raised an eyebrow. "Santai, oh Santai, your visit probably tore down half of their stronghold, didn't it? Is that little gift another one of your newly developed surprise gift bags?"

Santai had two hobbies. One was painting, and the other was not so artistic it was making bombs.

Santai lowered her head guiltily, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers: "I just... just exercised a little bit. Those guys were researching rituals to summon low-level demons using live human sacrifices. I couldn't just watch..."

The more she spoke, the more obvious her guilt became. The reason was simple: it wasn't time to manifest in the real world yet.

Although Zero Sum didn't care what they did in private, one thing was unquestionable: they absolutely could not make a big fuss and expose themselves prematurely. Even if she borrowed Chen Guan's identity, this action was still a bit too bold.

This wasn't the first time. White Tiger knew very well that perhaps because of her young age, Santai was considered someone with a strong sense of justice among their group.

He didn't dislike people with a sense of justice; on the contrary, he liked them quite a bit. White Tiger didn't believe in exceptions; he didn't believe someone could be full of malice toward everyone else but solely trust him, and vice versa.

Unfortunately, Santai was not his subordinate.

"Why are you explaining this to me? Go tell it to Beidou."

He raised an eyebrow, waved his large hand, and directly invited Santai out. The cave dwelling's barrier activated, locking her outside completely.

The little girl puffed up her cheeks in anger, but there was nothing she could do about White Tiger, so she could only walk away in frustration.

Sensing her departure, White Tiger sighed. Mentioning Chen Guan, there was one thing he couldn't figure out: why did Boss Zero Sum seem to dislike this kid?

Previously, when recruiting Santai, he and Beidou were both kicked out together to bring in the new blood. But when it came to Chen Guan, he was merely tossed a line telling him to handle it however he saw fit.

It wasn't a flat-out rejection, but such coldness was in itself a sign of disapproval.