Chapter 100: Public Decency

“Excuse me, did you lose this?” Bai Ling held up the bronze box.

This was the box the short one had just thrown. Inside was a vengeful demon heart, still alive. If it fell into a crowd, it would be like dropping a poison gas bomb among people.

Guan’er didn’t know what was inside, but her reflexive action had saved at least hundreds of lives.

“Qinglin?” Ignoring the pain in her backside, Guan’er looked up and saw Bai Ling smiling. “Run! This guy…”

She still thought Bai Ling was an ordinary person. She didn’t even wonder why Bai Ling was here. She just wanted Bai Ling to get away.

Are you kidding? This one was strong. Strong enough that Guan’er couldn’t fight back. Qinglin was a normal person. Coming up here was suicide.

But neither Bai Ling nor the short one gave Guan’er time to finish.

“That’s mine, that’s mine!” The short one threw a punch. Centrifugal force brought the metal claw around, but Bai Ling tilted slightly and dodged. It didn’t even touch her clothes. “Mine, mine!”

“Here, didn’t I bring it back for you?” Bai Ling still smiled, holding the box like a model student returning lost property.

“Throw it down, throw it down!” The short one hopped and stabbed out punch after punch. Every time, Bai Ling dodged as if she had already measured the distance.

Clang!

On the last punch, the metal claw suddenly hit a blade. Frost spreading along the blade crawled onto the claw like a parasite. In seconds, the metal claws shattered into scraps on the ground.

“Littering wherever you go. No public spirit at all.” Bai Ling used her blade to peel away the half of the metal claw still left. She was still smiling. “You’re a demon hunter. Why would you throw this into a crowd?”

Even she, a demon, wouldn’t do something like that.

Guan’er, sitting on the beam, couldn’t speak. She even forgot how to get up.

She hadn’t seen clearly how Qinglin had shattered the metal claws with one strike. But she recognized the blade in Qinglin’s hand.

The Demon Suppression Bureau’s demon-slaying blade.

Qinglin was with the Demon Suppression Bureau?

Guan’er forgot the pain. She just wanted to find a crack in the metal light-rig beam and crawl into it.

Good heavens. She had actually bragged about being a demon hunter in front of a Demon Suppression Bureau member?

What was the Demon Suppression Bureau? The top demon hunter organization, backed by the state. Anyone who could join was among the elite of the elite.

It was like a temp worker making three thousand a month boasting to a civil servant about how great his job was.

Of course, this girl didn’t know Bai Ling was a snake demon. If she did, she probably would have smashed her head against the beam on the spot.

That wouldn’t be boasting to a civil servant. That would be boasting to a terrorist about how brutal you were.

In the first case, they might laugh at you. In the second, they might put a bullet in your head.

And after shooting, they’d plant a bomb on you for good measure.

Guan’er still hadn’t found a crack in the light rig. Bai Ling’s fight was already over.

No, calling it a fight was too generous. It was one-sided teasing.

From beginning to end, the short one never touched Bai Ling’s clothes. Bai Ling only used her blade to cut apart the metal claws, then put the blade away and poked him, finger by finger.

Each poke left a large patch of frost. Soon the short one was covered in ice shards.

The ice crystals trapped him like a coffin fitted to his body. He couldn’t move. They quickly gathered into a solid block and sealed him inside. Only his eyes could still move.

It wasn’t that Bai Ling was kind enough to spare scum like him. Normally, when her demonic power was boiling, she could get as manic as a lunatic. Now her demonic power was nearly overflowing, and her excitement was approaching that of a certain mustached man giving a speech.

She wanted to pry more information out of him. Who was he? Who had dropped the snake scale in the elevator? What was that snake scale? What were they trying to do?

But not now. Now it was more important to check whether Guan’er, that reckless girl, was badly hurt.

With her pitiful skills, she had insisted on joining in. Bai Ling couldn’t blame her, though. If she hadn’t shown up in time, that vengeful demon heart would probably have exploded in the crowd.

The bronze box was already sealed in ice. Not even a trace of demonic aura could leak out.

“Are you all right?” Bai Ling reached out to Guan’er. The girl looked as if she had just received information that shattered her worldview. Her mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, then closed.

“Hey, hey! Snap out of it!” Bai Ling helped close her mouth, then waved a finger in front of her eyes.

“You, you, you, you!” Guan’er finally reconnected, pointing at Bai Ling. She was stammering. “You’re a D-D-Demon Suppression Bureau member?”

“No!” Bai Ling laughed and pulled her up. The girl looked covered in injuries, but they were mostly superficial. Bandage them and she’d be fine in a few days.

Guan’er had no idea. Was this girl strong, or just incredibly lucky?

By Bai Ling’s estimate, with her pitiful skills, she shouldn’t have lasted two rounds against the short one. Yet she had held out for at least three minutes and only suffered light wounds.

“Then that blade you’re holding…” Guan’er looked at Bai Ling eagerly.

The handle had already folded back into its compact form. The Demon Suppression Bureau wouldn’t hand out a divine weapon like that casually.

True, it was only a standard-issue Demon Suppression Bureau weapon, but it was still the product of cutting-edge technology and esoteric arts. Even mass-produced and issued, compared to the weapons ordinary civilian demon hunters carried, it was a divine weapon.

For comparison, it was like the gap between modern military mass-produced gear and a kitchen knife. Both could kill. Both could exorcise demons. But their efficiency was worlds apart.

Unless that civilian demon hunter came from a wealthy background, like some great family or clan. But those families usually worked closely with the Demon Suppression Bureau. They counted as half-official.

Then they’d discover that the product of modern technology and esoteric arts was, most of the time, genuinely more useful than those outdated magic treasures. After all, both technology and esoteric arts moved forward with each generation’s research.

The idea that ancient spells were stronger than modern ones only belonged in worlds entering an age of declining magic.

Like expecting Tang Dynasty technology to be more advanced than modern technology.

Of course, it wasn’t absolute. Sometimes ancient magic treasures really were stronger than modern ones.

“This?” Bai Ling shook the folded handle in her hand. “A friend gave it to me. If you like it, I’ll have him give you one sometime.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Really, sis?” Guan’er immediately grabbed Bai Ling’s hand.

“This one, you’d have to ask him.” Bai Ling suddenly turned her head. “Take a rest.”

The moment she spoke, an unnoticeable trace of demonic power flowed from her fingers into Guan’er’s body.

Guan’er, already exhausted, shut her eyes and fell into a dead sleep.

This was one of Professor Guan Qing’s little tricks: using demonic power to plant a mental suggestion in an ordinary person. It wouldn’t hurt her. It would only give her a good sleep. She wouldn’t wake for half an hour.

This trick actually had no effect on demon hunters who could fully utilize spiritual power. But Guan’er was only a half-trained amateur with a few clumsy skills.

“Let me guess. This short one is yours?”

Under the light rig, the large screen flashed with the special effects of Boss Xuanpao Dao Zhan’s ultimate move. The lights flared with the effect, illuminating the snake-shaped pendant on the earlobe of the high-ponytailed woman across from the light-rig beam. It also lit up the snake-scale mask on her face.

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