Monarch Night

"Even if we want to report it, we still need someone to receive the report!" Zheng Yunqi frowned.

"Isn't that Steward Fang quite connected with our Escort Agency?"

Zhou Mei'er said, "Since it's a solid merit, why should we let others take advantage of it? If we give it to Steward Fang, we can get closer to each other, can't we?"

Zhou Mei'er's words carried a hint of ulterior motive.

The main reason was that Steward Fang was just too handsome!

Handsome to the point of being almost illegal.

"Forget about getting closer; when we report it, we can't even show our faces."

Zheng Yunqi gave a bitter smile: "Once our real identities are exposed, Steward Fang only needs to ask us one question, 'How do you know this?' and we're done for."

"That's why if we want to report it, we have to use similar methods as the opposition."

"But we need to take them down at once! We can't let them escape as smoothly as we did."

"Then we need to think of some other ways..."

After discussing with the Starlight Master.

The Starlight Master had no direct opinion on it.

"Anyway, you clean up your own mess!"

"The same way others dealt with you, you should find a way back at them."

"I don't care how you seek revenge, but if any of you drag in the sub-branch or involve everyone else, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Under the Nine-Ring Saber, there will be death but no harm!"

"I have other things to do, concerning the Escort Agency, the two Vice Chiefs can make the decisions. As for the matter of revenge, it's up to you two. I'm not getting involved."

The Starlight Master straightforwardly left.

He literally threw the ball back in their court.

But frankly speaking, the amount of autonomy given was quite substantial.

"The Master's meaning is basically giving us the green light."

"I heard it too."

"It means we can do whatever we want to do."

"I heard it too."

"Then let's proceed with the original plan!"

"Do it!"

...

Steward Fang was patrolling the streets.

He was diligently working early in the morning.

His steps were swift, and ever since his reputation spread, the area he patrolled grew significantly.

Nancheng, Southeast, Southwest, and half of the inner city.

The patrol stewards in these areas turned a blind eye, completely unconcerned. They were even quite pleased...

With Steward Fang helping with the work, things were much easier, and the safety was guaranteed as well.

How nice! Only a fool would try to stop it.

But it was hard on Tang Zheng.

Following Fang Che, running around here and there, before others even started their shift, he was already dragged out by Fang Che to run six hundred miles following Steward Fang.

He felt as if his legs were wearing thin.

He had no idea where this Steward Fang got so much energy, saying, "Do you really have to do this first thing in the morning?"

"Hurry up! Keep up!"

Steward Fang was energetically shouting.

"The lights of the Wan Family are all on our shoulders! The life and death of all the people rest in our hearts!"

"Run!"

"Speed!"

Tang Zheng gathered all his Dantian Spiritual Power to keep up with Steward Fang's pace, suddenly realizing that his cultivation had increased...

Oh my god!

The sun had already risen high.

Two young men were coming toward them, looking like noblemen out for a walk.

The street vendors cautiously moved their stalls even closer together, lest they soil the noblemen's shoes and incur their wrath, which they couldn't afford to bear.

"Stop!"

Steward Fang blocked the two youths, calmly saying, "You two look unfamiliar. Are you from out of town? By duty, please show your road guide for identification."

One of the youths gave a sharp glance, very unfriendly, and said, "Why are you checking us among so many people?"

"There are reasons why those people aren't checked. There are even more reasons to check you!"

Fang Che's official tone was full, "Now, immediately, hand over your road guide, or I'll take you back to the Guardian Hall on charges of obstructing official duties! I'm checking you, so what's with all the nonsense!"

The youth immediately became furious, glaring angrily.

Fang Che folded his arms, with a stern expression: "What's this, you want to make a move?"

The other youth quickly held back his companion, took out the road guide, and said with a forced smile, "Esteemed officer, my brother and I are new here..."

"Hmph!"

Fang Che snatched the road guide, casually asking, "Han Yun? Han Li?"

"Yes, that's us."

Fang Che squinted, "From Qingyun State? What's your business here?"

At this moment.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Steward Fang, this Han Yun and Han Li are from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, demon race."

Fang Che made a snap decision.

He struck with both hands.

With a snap, he grabbed the two's shoulder acupoints and dislocated their entire arms from the joints, saying, "Demon race?"

"No... someone is framing us."

The two desperately tried to explain.

Fang Che tore open Han Yun's clothes, revealing an inner garment made of unusual material, nodded, "Come with me."

Going to the Guardian Hall?

The two instantly panicked, suddenly shouting, and fled in opposite directions.

The flash of a blade.

The two were cut into four sections with a single stroke.

Two wisps of faint black smoke rose from their bodies, disappearing instantly.

It was exactly after their death that the Five Spirits Gu automatically dispersed.

Fang Che nodded, saying, "Han Yun, Han Li, indeed great demons of the Demon Sect! Tang Zheng! Tang Zheng!"

"Here!"

Tang Zheng was stunned.

Just killed them directly? And got it right?

What kind of luck is this?

"Hurry to report the merit, then get the Merit Department to verify! I'll give you only 15 minutes!"

"Understood."

Tang Zheng ran off like the wind.

Steward Fang ordered the nearby assistants to clean up the ground and then comforted the public, "Don't worry, everyone continue, those two were demon race from the Demon Sect, and have been executed!"

"I am Fang Che, a Guardian Hall steward, safeguarding the people's safety is my unshirkable responsibility!"

"Steward Fang is mighty!"

"They were really demon race, lucky for us that Steward Fang spotted them, or who knows how many people could have been harmed."

"Exactly, exactly."

"Steward Fang really isn't afraid of life and death. For us common folk, Steward Fang charges forward, enjoys later, fears no difficulty, fears no danger..."

"Steward Fang, have an orange?"

"No need, no need..."

...

Before long.

Tang Zheng returned, out of breath. Steward Fang was no longer there, and the people from the Merit Department began verifying.

A moment later.

Verification complete.

"Demon race, marshal-level experts."

"Congratulations to Steward Fang, we'll be on our way."

Tang Zheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Gentlemen, I suggest... you wait a bit longer before going back. I just feel like Steward Fang will continue killing!"

"Finding two in one day is already impressive, still more?"

Both of them chuckled, "Let's call it a day."

Just then.

A loud shout was heard from the front: "Demon race, taste my blade!"

With a whoosh, a flash of lightning appeared in the form of a blade, and immediately a burst of red surged up.

"Damn it!"

The two from the Merit Department, along with Tang Zheng, ran toward the sound.

It was indeed Steward Fang.

He was wiping the blood off his blade, while beneath him lay a young man, attractive in appearance, though his head was no longer attached to his neck.

"You two arrived just in time. I saw this one acting suspiciously, stopped to check, and sure enough, a concerned citizen reported him. Once he realized he was exposed, he attempted to slaughter civilians... I killed him with one stroke, please verify his identity."

Soon after, verification confirmed.

A demon of the marshal-level demon race.

Confirmed without error.

Steward Fang's merit increased once more.

"Please take care of yourselves, I'm going to take a look over there."

Fang Che continued westward.

The two from the Merit Department began handling the body, liaising with the support, activating the government, soothing the populace, directing people for cleanup, and just when they finally finished...

From afar, a long whistle was heard: "Where do you think you're going!"

The two just felt their whole selves numb.

It was Steward Fang's voice again!

Another discovery?

Steward Fang's loud voice echoed: "Are the two brothers from the Merit Department still around? Could you come over, these two are also demon race from the Demon Sect... reported by concerned citizens, and sure enough."

"..."

The two just felt exhausted in their hearts.

I just don't get it.

Since when did Baiyun State have so many concerned citizens? How come I've never seen any before?

Just in today's half morning, Steward Fang had already killed five demons, and they were all reported by concerned citizens.

It's just that this particular concerned citizen's influence is quite large, their information very accurate, and their reports very precise.

Rushing over to look.

Indeed, a man and a woman, genuine demon race from the Demon Sect!

"Steward Fang... your efficiency... is too high!"

The eyes of the two from the Merit Department were wide open.

"All thanks to everyone's efforts."

Steward Fang was articulate and graceful, a man of virtue like jade: "I merely did a small trivial thing, just exerting a bit of effort."

"..."

"Please carry on with your work, I'm going on patrol."

Steward Fang smiled and nodded, waving to the crowd, "Everyone, carry on with your own matters, the demons have been executed..."

"Thank you, Steward Fang!"

"You're welcome, it's my duty! To serve the people!"

"Long live Steward Fang!"

"..."

Fang Che's steward's clothes were glossy and spotless, with a straight posture, the whole outfit truly embodied his heroic bearing and striking presence.

It gave people more confidence in their peaceful lives.

From Nancheng, to the Southeast, through half the city, then on to Southwest City.

With the reports of concerned citizens, he killed nine demon race individuals from the Demon Sect.

His merits were illustrious.

Finally.

It's noon!

Fang Che glanced at the sky, looked at Tang Zheng, who was panting with his tongue out and face pale, and said, "Let's find a place to eat!"

Tang Zheng felt like he was granted a great pardon, and said, "I'll treat."

Now, just getting to rest for a while, even if he emptied his wallet, Tang Zheng would do so without hesitation.

He felt if he kept running like this, he would definitely collapse!

"What do you mean you'll treat."

Steward Fang said, "I'll treat!"

Tang Zheng was teary-eyed.

It wasn't easy, finally seeing some money back, oh no, getting to eat a proper meal.

Tang Zheng suddenly felt invigorated, and almost blurted out: I could run another afternoon!

But he restrained himself with great effort.

When Steward Fang ate, he surely had to find a more upscale place, and after looking around, the tallest restaurant nearby was chosen.

The place was bustling. Two people inside looked familiar, were they Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi?

Turning around: "Let's go! I'll treat you to a meal!"