"Are you from the Public Security Bureau or the Disciplinary Committee?"

The middle-aged man's wariness and hostility slightly diminished upon hearing this, and he looked at him with suspicion.

The King of Demon Eyes' eyes flashed with red light and then disappeared, smiling as he said, "Whatever you think I am, that's what I am."

His words seemed to contain a convincing power, and the middle-aged man's eyes went blank for a moment, then he showed a look of joy, quickly making way for the road to the room, and exclaimed, "So you're a comrade from the Disciplinary Committee. Come in, come in, you've finally arrived."

The King of Demon Eyes nodded with dignity and entered the room, sitting down on the sofa in the living room.

He casually glanced around the layout of the hall, the furniture was simple and cheap, and at a glance, there was nothing valuable to be found, and no smart home gadgets.

"I've already looked over the information you submitted, but I'd like to hear you say it again, to fill in any gaps," the King of Demon Eyes took the disposable cup handed to him by the middle-aged man and took a sip of tea.

In fact, he had learned about this place through his subordinates in the black market.

The first thing the King of Demon Eyes did when he came to Songhai was to order his followers lurking in Songhai to collect information on corruption, regardless of the size of the official position, but the matter had to be significant.

If the addiction to killing was the demon's temptation, then this was the King of Demon Eyes' addiction.

If he didn't kill corrupt officials and evil thugs who bullied men and women for a long time, he would be unable to control the desire to destroy the world in his heart, and would become a mindless killing machine.

"Okay," the middle-aged man said, "Many 'financial companies' in Puning District are engaged in usury, and they are all under the protection of Zhou Yan, the head of the Public Security Bureau in Kangyang District. Financial companies of different scales correspond to different target groups.

"Financial companies with substantial capital lend to small and medium-sized enterprises, while the next level of financial companies target individuals with assets. In addition, they are not ordinary lending platforms.

"They run casinos, deceive people into gambling, set up rigged games, and everyone who comes in will end up losing everything, and then they take the opportunity to lend money.

"To ensure that the money they lend out can be recovered, these financial companies have trained many debt collectors who go to collect debts every day, and it's useless to call the police, because there are people covering them from above, at most they will be detained for a few days and then released. They continue to collect debts until they force the debtor to sell their house or jump off a building. Yes, there's a saying in their circle: 'When a person dies, the debt is cleared.'"

"My son was forced to death like this. He was a student at the business school and was deceived into a casino, and once he got involved, he couldn't get out of it. Gambling made money too quickly, with big wins and big losses. After tasting the sweetness, how could he still live a normal life?"

"My son said that there are financial companies that specifically target college students, and many students at their school have fallen for it, including female students. Also, those financial companies secretly organize the sale of women, controlling many female students who owe debts."

The King of Demon Eyes listened quietly, nodding from time to time and taking a sip of tea, and before he knew it, the cup was empty. He then got up and said, "I have received your feedback, thank you for your cooperation."

The middle-aged man was stunned and hurriedly said, "Wait, I still have evidence to give you, I'll go get it."

As he went to get the evidence, he found that the young man had already left. "Another one just going through the motions!"

The middle-aged man angrily punched the wall, then froze, only then did he remember that the young man had not revealed his identity, and hadn't even admitted to being an official. How could he have let a stranger into the house and told him so much?

That evening, Zhang Yuanqing was chatting with Guan Ya.

Zhang Yuanqing: "Is everything okay at work recently? Have you been followed? Maybe you shouldn't go to work and hide at Fu Qingyang's villa for a while?"

Guan Ya: "Hehe, do you know how to kill the master at the smallest cost?"

Zhang Yuanqing: "Gather the five elders to outnumber the few?"

Guan Ya: "It's to clear the opponent's moral value in a reasonable way, and let the spirit realm reveal his real-time location and be wanted throughout the city."

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread dot com".

Zhang Yuanqing: "What's the specific method?"

Guan Ya: "It's simple, implant a device that will explode or release toxic gas in the body, then be in the middle of a busy market. The King of Demon Eyes will have a group of ordinary people buried with me as long as he kills me.

"According to the punishment mechanism of moral values, he will bear the majority of the responsibility and have his moral value deducted."

Zhang Yuanqing: "Damn, there's a way to do this? What's the logic behind it?"

He didn't understand the punishment mechanism of moral values very well, only knowing that killing deducted 10 points, theft and robbery were below 10 points, and causing major casualties was calculated separately.

Guan Ya replied: "It's simple, carrying flammable and explosive materials is my power, as long as I don't use it to kill, my moral value won't be deducted. And as long as I die before the explosion, my moral value won't be deducted, because the explosion occurs after my death, and the deceased will no longer be deducted from the target group.""Of course, it must be ensured that the explosion is 'passive', triggered by the Demon Eye King killing you. If you detonate it yourself before dying, then it has nothing to do with the Demon Eye King."

Zhang Yuanqing probably understood.

In short, it's about using props or other means to impose a buff that causes a massive explosion upon death, involving a subjective and objective concept.

For example, the Red Dance Shoes are a prop that will explode immediately after the owner's death. This is the prop's characteristic and cannot be changed, objectively existing.

So when the Demon Eye King kills him, the Red Dance Shoes explode, causing the death of innocent people, and the Demon Eye King will deduct moral values.

Conversely, if Zhang Yuanqing binds a time bomb to himself, attempting to die with the Demon Eye King, and ends up killing ordinary people around him, then it has nothing to do with the Demon Eye King, and it's all the responsibility of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

Zhang Yuanqing: "So what?"

Guan Ya: "Elder Dog gave us 'Explosion Flower' seeds. Once our hearts stop, the seeds will explode, equivalent to ten high-explosive grenades."

The seeds of the Explosion Flower are supernatural plants that explode after the host's death, with no connection to the owner. The host does not have the subjective intention to harm others.

Zhang Yuanqing: "I always feel that the moral value setting is very idealistic. Is this a tricky operation thought up by Elder Dog?"

Guan Ya: "It's a rule that several generations of Spirit Realm practitioners have developed through practice. Even the evil professions know about this method."

Zhang Yuanqing: "Elder Dog is not treating people as human beings, actually using my beloved Sister Guan Ya as a pawn. I'm going to find him and demand justice."

A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing: "Hey, why aren't you talking?" Guan Ya: "I'm waiting for you to get justice for me."

Zhang Yuanqing: "Next time, for sure."

Guan Ya: "By the way, Yuanqi, did you join Fu Qingyang's White Tiger Guard?"

Zhang Yuanqing: "Captain Fu earnestly requested that if the White Tiger Guard loses a talent like me, it will become a second-rate small gang. He hopes that I can join him to restore the glory of the White Tiger Guard and make a name for myself."

Guan Ya: "I forwarded it to Fu Qingyang."

Zhang Yuanqing: "Sister, let's talk it out."

Guan Ya: "I have something to do later, so I won't chat with you. In June, there will be a large-scale slaughterhouse instance, and it should open in mid-June, about a month from now. According to the Five Elements Alliance's custom, at the beginning of June, the headquarters will hold a competition and invite experts at the Transcendent and Saint levels to participate. On one hand, it is to select future seed players, and on the other hand, it is to warm up for the large-scale slaughterhouse instance. With your reputation and talent, you must participate. Remember to look at the information later; there are still many strong players at the Transcendent level in the Five Elements Alliance. Hmm, I wonder if the Taiyi Sect will participate this year."

Zhang Yuanqing: "Are there rewards for first place?"

Guan Ya: "Yes, there are rewards such as collective merits, money, and props. It has been like this in previous years, but sometimes it may change. This depends on the headquarters' notice; it's too early to discuss it now."

Zhang Yuanqing: "Understood. Remember to follow up on the matter with Zhou Yan that I asked you to look into."

Guan Ya: "I know, I will report it to the Public Security Bureau system. But don't get your hopes up too much; for an official of Zhou Yan's level, the only way to bring her down is through political struggles. Ordinary reports won't have much effect."

The two chatted for a while until Guan Ya went to handle her business, and Zhang Yuanqing put down his phone, lazily stretching on the bed.

Due to the influence of the Demon Eye King, he didn't have to go to work these days. His schedule had become going to school, practicing martial arts alone, awkwardly dancing with his uncle, and playing games with his aunt, repeating this cycle.

During this time, whenever he had free time, he would chat with Guan Ya and show the increasingly profound skills of his car to the Old Siji.

After lying down for a while, Zhang Yuanqing sat up, opened his notebook, and summarized the things he needed to do and the upcoming events.

The first thing was to avoid the Demon Eye King's bounty and find a suitable opportunity to report his whereabouts to the five elders. It was a matter of life safety, so it took priority.

The second thing was the opening of the solo instance. This was not urgent, with at least half a month to go, but before the instance opened, he needed to improve his strength as much as possible.

The method of enhancing strength through devouring spiritual bodies had minimal effect and could be abandoned. Zhang Yuanqing was thinking that if he had the chance, he would hunt down a level 3 Enchanting Demon and refine it into a Yin Corpse.

The positioning of the Night Wanderer was as an assassin and a "Necromancer," which was very important, and he couldn't ignore his professional characteristics.

The third thing was the official arena competition that Guan Ya had just mentioned.

If he could achieve a good ranking or receive rewards, his success rate in the solo instance would improve significantly. The fourth thing was the large-scale slaughterhouse instance!

Whether he could become a strong figure among the Spirit Realm practitioners would depend on the middle of the year. The Saint Realm was the cornerstone of the major organizations, and becoming a Saint meant becoming a true powerhouse.

At night, the night was deep.

After the sun set, the hot air finally returned to a hint of coolness. On the rooftop of a dilapidated residential building,

a young man wearing a sports headband stood at the edge of the railing, looking at the sparkling lights of the city.

Behind him, a middle-aged woman in exquisite formal wear sat slumped, dressed like a workplace elite."Young man, you should be aware of who I am. Whatever your purpose, we can talk. Whatever your demands are, I will try my best to meet them."

Zhou Yan maintained the dignity and composure befitting a leader.

She had just returned to her residential complex after work, parked her car, and was ambushed by a thug lurking in the garage. When she regained consciousness, she found herself on this unfamiliar rooftop, with only this young man by her side.

After a brief moment of panic, Zhou Yan calmed down, probing the identity of the other party, the purpose of her abduction, and seeking the possibility of negotiation.

The Demon Eye King withdrew his gaze and turned to look at her: "Your name is Zhou Yan, the chief of the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau, right?" Zhou Yan spoke gently and kindly: "If there's anything you need help with, just ask. I am a servant of the people, and the people's business is my business."

The Demon Eye King smiled radiantly:

"With your word, I am reassured."

He stepped forward to Zhou Yan's side, dragging her to the edge of the rooftop.

Zhou Yan glanced down and felt her head spin with dizziness. Finally, she showed a look of terror, her voice trembling as she said:

"What are you going to do? Don't be rash, I told you, you can make any request, and I will try my best to fulfill it, really, impulsiveness won't solve anything."

The Demon Eye King remained unmoved, speaking to himself: "I hate those who punish without teaching. Someone has reported you for colluding with evil forces."

He listed her alleged crimes with a smile, one by one, and then, under Zhou Yan's horrified gaze, he lifted her up and out over the edge of the rooftop.

This high-ranking woman, her face as pale as death, pleaded desperately, clutching tightly to the Demon Eye King's arm with one hand and reaching for the railing with the other, shaking in terror.

The Demon Eye King grinned and said:

"The people don't need you to work for them; they just want you to die!" With a flick of his fingers, he dropped Zhou Yan from the rooftop.

The Demon Eye King did not look down, but instead gazed out at the bustling metropolis, muttering: "Time to get down to business, let's see how many Spirit Realm walkers are in this area."

Saying this, he removed his headgear, revealing the vertical eye on his forehead. The sclera of this eye was crimson, and the pupil was golden-red, filled with coldness, violence, and madness.

The Bewitching Eye!

This was the Demon Eye born from the skill "Bewitchment" when its proficiency was maxed out and cultivated to the extreme.

Spirit Realm walkers below the level of Dominator, once making eye contact with the Demon Eye, would at best suffer severe mental damage, and at worst, go mad and die. Even elder-level walkers could fall prey to the Demon Eye's bewitchment.

Because of its immense power, the Demon Eye King had to seal it with an artifact on regular days; otherwise, wherever he went, all living beings would die in madness.

Moreover, the Demon Eye could discern the aura of the Spirit Realm, identifying the hidden strong among the vast sea of people. In the Northern Territory, he had used this ability to locate the master of the Stop Killing Palace.

The downside was that this method was only slightly better than finding a needle in a haystack, with an enormous workload, and if he accidentally scanned an elder-level individual, it could easily startle the quarry.

The golden-red pupil trembled violently, and a blood light invisible to the naked eye shot out silently, piercing through the steel and concrete buildings like a searchlight sweeping over the nearby area.

Soon, the Demon Eye King spotted a Spirit Realm walker, locking onto the first target.