The Night Emperor, the Eliminator of Evildoers

Law Enforcement Bureau.

A young officer rushed into the office in a panic, stammering, "C-Captain Yan! Something big has happened!"

"What’s there to panic about when I’m here?" Yan Zhi shot him a sharp glance and slammed her palm on the desk. "Speak!"

"Money! Piles of it! Hanging right on the front gate of our bureau!" the officer gasped, out of breath.

Yan Zhi frowned slightly, quickly grabbing her white uniform jacket as she strode out. "Let’s go take a look!"

At the entrance, the gathered officers stood in stunned silence.

Money.

A small mountain of it.

Two large sacks filled with cash, roughly estimated at two to three million!

On top of the pile lay a bank card, with a note taped to the back—the password written clearly, along with the notation: "2.3 million inside."

One officer examined it and reported, "Captain Yan! This is the money from the bank robbery earlier!"

The crowd gasped.

Earlier that day, a bank robbery had shaken Jiangbei City, even alerting the provincial Law Enforcement Bureau.

Two elite squads had already been dispatched to assist, preparing to wipe out the brazen gang of robbers in one sweep.

Yet now, the stolen money had been returned—miraculously recovered.

Well, not just recovered—it seemed there was even extra.

"Who did this?" Yan Zhi pinched her smooth chin, deep in thought. "When did the bank robbery happen? Why wasn’t I informed?"

"Boss, you were... uh, taking your beauty nap at the time," one officer muttered timidly.

Yan Zhi’s temper flared. "At a time like this, you didn’t think to wake me for something so critical?!"

The officer looked like he was about to cry.

Damn right he hadn’t dared.

Just then, a convoy of police vehicles pulled in.

Nearly the entire bureau had mobilized, escorting over forty criminals back to headquarters.

"Stay in line! No funny business! Get out of the car now!"

Liu Wei, the officer who had previously appeared at Auntie Zhou’s place, shoved one of the robbers out of the vehicle.

"Sir! I want to report something!" A man with a cleft chin shouted angrily.

"That bastard stole our money, injured our men, and then had the nerve to call the cops on us!"

"You’re rotten to the core!"

Liu Wei frowned. "What are you reporting? Trying to sell out your accomplices? Where’s the stolen money? Start talking!"

The cleft-chinned man gnashed his teeth, his voice icy. "There was this guy—he cut our tendons, took all our cash, and left us crippled!"

"One man robbed forty of you? That’s hard to believe."

Liu Wei recognized the gravity of the information and pressed further. "What did he look like?"

Even if the victims were robbers themselves, the act still counted as theft—and severing tendons? That was aggravated assault.

If convicted, the perpetrator would either rot in prison or face execution.

If he was that skilled, they’d need elite enforcers from headquarters. This was too big for local handling.

"Probably young, sounded around twenty. Wore a paper bag over his head—couldn’t see his face," the cleft-chinned man recalled.

Liu Wei’s frown deepened. "A paper bag? And he took on forty of you alone?"

"It’s the truth! He cleaned us out—every last cent! Even shot at us! My leg’s ruined because of him!" a scrawny man wailed.

If he was going down, he’d drag that paper-bag-wearing freak with him. Mutual destruction was better than nothing.

"Guns? Where’d the guns come from?"

Liu Wei’s eyes narrowed, his tone turning severe.

The scrawny man paled, trembling like a leaf.

He’d forgotten—armed robbery meant the death penalty in the Republic. How could he explain this?

"Liu Wei, no need to hunt for the money. It’s all here."

Yan Zhi strode forward, unhooking the silver whip from her belt. "Now, let’s hear it—one by one. How’d this money end up here?"

"H-How is this possible...?"

The cleft-chinned man’s legs gave out as he stared at the cash in horror.

That guy had robbed them, then delivered the money straight to the Law Enforcement Bureau?

Was he some kind of vigilante?

With evidence and testimony stacked against them, they were doomed.

Liu Wei saluted Yan Zhi. "Captain, the tipster identified himself as Lin Chen."

"Lin Chen..."

Yan Zhi’s expression darkened.

She knew that name.

Lin Chen—the ace of the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group. His fingerprints were all over multiple international cases.

He’d been lying low in Jiangbei City lately, lulling them into complacency. Clearly, they needed to tighten surveillance.

"Assign two more agents to monitor Lin Chen. Report immediately if he steps out of line," Yan Zhi ordered firmly.

"Yes, ma’am!"

Liu Wei hesitated before adding, "But... could he be the one behind this? He’s certainly capable."

Yan Zhi shook her head. "No. According to our scouts, he’s been busy preparing for Miss Qin’s nineteenth birthday banquet today."

Liu Wei rubbed his temples. "Then who else could it be?"

"Check the surveillance!"

"The cameras were gummed up."

Yan Zhi’s eye twitched. A familiar feeling gnawed at her. "This MO... feels familiar. Search for any other clues!"

"Captain! We found something over here!"

Liu Wei stared at the bag of money, only to find a piece of paper stuffed inside.

["With great power comes great responsibility.

Do good deeds without asking about the future.

—Night Emperor, the scourge of evil!"]

Night Emperor again!

Liu Wei was stunned.

Has this guy been so active lately?

Night Emperor single-handedly captured over forty robbers and recovered more than five million in stolen cash! This achievement was reported in full to headquarters.

When it came to Night Emperor’s exploits, Yan Zhi, unusually, didn’t fly into a rage. Instead, the corners of her lips curled into a smile: "Let’s see how that bastard Yang Chengbin tries to pin charges now!"

Walking out of the barbecue stall near the Law Enforcement Bureau, An Yi was so full he could barely stop burping.

No helping it—he’d been craving this for ages.

The moment he had money in his pocket, his first thought was how to splurge.

The Demon Fund was a fantastic thing—money obtained through shady means could actually double in value!

Just like that, An Yi’s bank account swelled by over five million out of thin air.

But he had no intention of keeping the five million taken from the robbers.

That money was a hot potato—anyone holding it would be driven mad with worry!

Embezzling bank robbery money? That was a death sentence!

Even if he used it to buy lifespan—100,000 a day—it’d only last about fifty days, barely two months. A drop in the bucket.

And if the Law Enforcement Bureau caught wind of it, he’d be in deep trouble.

A true mastermind wouldn’t risk everything for such petty gains. He had to learn to play both sides!

Yan Zhi had deep connections—he needed to get on her good side.

As for how? For now, An Yi could only think of one method: seduction.

Money was never enough. He needed to find a quicker way to make cash than robbery.

An Yi scrolled through his phone, brainstorming money-making schemes.

Then, a news pop-up appeared. He clicked on it, and his face paled, his hands trembling.

A celebrity could earn over two million a day?!

One drama—160 million?!

After reading, An Yi was filled with regret.

Damn it!

If he’d known earlier, why the hell did he choose doctor as his side job?!

Wouldn’t being a singer or celebrity have been way more comfortable?!

At this rate of income, if he kept buying lifespan, he might even achieve immortality!

Just then, his phone rang—an unknown number.

An Yi answered, "Who is this?"

"An Yi, it’s me."

A sweet female voice came through the line.

"Qin Yao?"

An Yi was slightly surprised. This girl was actually reaching out to him first?

"Today’s my birthday. I’m throwing a party tonight… Could you come?" Qin Yao’s voice carried a hint of shyness as she asked.