“Wanna find somewhere else to chat?” “I’m gonna grab my backpack and pick up my study materials.” Zhao Kongcheng nodded and lit a cigarette, nursing a growing headache over how to handle this.
According to his plan, shouldn’t the teenager in front of him have immediately nodded in agreement upon hearing his recruitment offer and become a justice-bound partner defending humanity?
Why had he refused so bluntly?
His instincts couldn’t be wrong.
This young man was definitely the possessor of Michael’s Divine Realm from just moments ago, and the Ghostface corpse lying on the ground still retained the lingering power of that Divine Realm.
Zhao Kongcheng fell into deep thought, staring blankly into space.
A moment later, he suddenly snapped back to reality, only to realize that Lin Qiye was nowhere to be seen.
Just as he opened his mouth to curse, a voice suddenly sounded by his ear.
“Mister, he left ages ago.” Lu Ming gave a lazy reminder, thinking to himself: *Old Zhao really is an idiot, spacing out in a situation like this.* Startled, Zhao Kongcheng subconsciously turned his head toward the top of the wall.
Only then did he realize someone else was actually present—and he hadn’t detected them at all.
A short-haired male student in a school uniform was sitting lazily on top of the wall, looking down at him.
In a place where a fight had just occurred, there was actually another survivor?
Was this kid not afraid at all?
Doubts rose in Zhao Kongcheng’s mind, but the moment he noticed the long blade in Lu Ming’s hand, his pupils contracted, and a suspicion surfaced in his mind.
Could it be that this unfamiliar student also possessed a Forbidden Realm?
He suddenly recalled his captain telling him that two Ghostfaces had escaped.
Yet right now, he couldn’t sense any Ghostface aura at all.
Had the second Ghostface already died as well?
He shook his head a moment later.
He could sense the aura of a Divine Realm on Lin Qiye, but he couldn’t feel any Forbidden Realm on Lu Ming.
He didn’t believe Lu Ming could kill a Ghostface.
After all, even for the Night Watchmen, facing a Ghostface was no easy task.
That Ghostface must have fled.
“Judging by your uniform, you’re from No.
2 High, right?
Do you know that student from just now?” Zhao Kongcheng asked.
Compared to the boy sitting before him, he was far more interested in information regarding the possessor of the Divine Realm.
“Who?
Never met him,” Lu Ming shrugged, hopping off the wall and walking up to Zhao Kongcheng with his Zanpakuto resting over his shoulder.
“I was just passing by, doing a bit of urban sanitation for Cangnan City.” Zhao Kongcheng didn’t understand what Lu Ming meant and felt a bit disappointed by the answer.
Meanwhile, Lu Ming appraised Zhao Kongcheng.
To be honest, Zhao Kongcheng looked like an utterly ordinary middle-aged man and wasn’t particularly handsome.
However, Lu Ming couldn’t help viewing him through nostalgia-tinted glasses.
“Mister, I want to be a superhero.” Lu Ming’s goal tonight was to join the Night Watchmen, so he simply borrowed the question Zhao Kongcheng had asked Lin Qiye and used it as his answer.
Zhao Kongcheng froze for a second.
“That kid just said this job gets you killed easily.” Lu Ming nodded.
“I know.” Zhao Kongcheng was more than willing to accept anyone eager to join the Night Watchmen.
However, perhaps because Lin Qiye had preferred to sneak off rather than accept, Lu Ming’s proactive attitude felt incredibly strange.
In fact, Zhao Kongcheng couldn’t help wondering if Lu Ming had some ulterior motive.
In an instant, countless guesses about Lu Ming’s identity flashed through his mind.
Besides, the Night Watchmen didn’t just accept anybody.
Seeing Zhao Kongcheng hesitate, Lu Ming immediately realized that his enthusiasm was making the man cautious, and that Zhao Kongcheng seemed to doubt his strength.
Lu Ming wasn’t worried about his background.
Aside from being a transmigrator, his identity was completely squeaky clean.
“That kid possesses a Divine Realm, though…” Zhao Kongcheng was still fixated on Lin Qiye.
“What’s a Divine Realm?” Lu Ming played dumb.
In his life prior to this, he had never come into contact with a Forbidden Realm, so acting ignorant was the most natural response.
“It’s the special power that kid used just now.
To join us, being an ordinary person isn’t enough.” Zhao Kongcheng’s proud demeanor almost made Lu Ming burst out laughing.
Lu Ming’s gaze swept up and down Zhao Kongcheng’s body.
“My name is Lu Ming, Class 11-2 at Cangnan No.
2 High.
What’s your name, mister?” “Zhao Kongcheng.” Seeing Lu Ming introduce himself so openly, Zhao Kongcheng let his guard down slightly, feeling a bit more favorable toward the handsome teenager.
However, Lu Ming’s next words instantly sent Zhao Kongcheng’s blood pressure spiking.
“Old Zhao, why do I feel like you’re just an ordinary person yourself?
Can ordinary people really not join?” Lu Ming’s words struck right at Zhao Kongcheng’s sore spot.
*Old Zhao?!
How is this kid Lu Ming so familiar already?
How can someone with a body temperature of thirty-seven degrees say such ice-cold words?
What do you mean ‘just an ordinary person’?
What, did ordinary people eat your family’s rice or something?* Zhao Kongcheng felt that this kid was practically engineered to irritate him.
“Brat, hurry up and go home!
It’s the middle of the night!
You’re in high school, so focus on studying and stop daydreaming.
I’m busy.” Zhao Kongcheng still needed to track down the other Ghostface.
Lu Ming wasn’t in a rush.
As a transmigrator, he naturally had a high level of tolerance for Old Zhao.
“Then what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” Zhao Kongcheng had no desire to pay him any further mind.
He pulled out his walkie-talkie and said, “One Ghostface has been eliminated.
Have the logistics crew come clean up the battlefield first.
I’m going to pursue—” “Not one, but two,” Lu Ming interrupted, holding up two fingers in a peace sign.
Zhao Kongcheng’s expression froze.
He subconsciously asked, “Where’s the other one?
Who killed it?” “In the alley over there.
I killed it.” Lu Ming pointed toward the side alley.
The foul stench was so strong, yet Old Zhao couldn’t even smell it.
As expected of a slightly stronger ordinary person.
Zhao Kongcheng fell silent for a moment before speaking into the walkie-talkie again: “Both Ghostfaces have been eliminated.
You can arrange for the cleanup.” Slipping the walkie-talkie back into his pocket, Zhao Kongcheng scrutinized the smiling teenager in front of him with utmost seriousness.
A high school student appearing here, killing a Ghostface, and chatting with him so casually—it was all far too bizarre.
Coupled with Lu Ming’s proactive request to join the Night Watchmen, he couldn’t help but suspect the boy’s motives.
Although it made him uncomfortable to admit, the kid who had run away earlier had displayed the normal reaction of a person encountering something like this.
“How did you kill that Ghostface?!” Zhao Kongcheng had gone into the alley to inspect the Ghostface, which looked as though it had been flayed alive by a thousand cuts.
His expression turned dark and unreadable.
Even as a Night Watchman, seeing that scene made him feel that whatever killed the Ghostface was exceedingly brutal.
He couldn’t connect the smiling Lu Ming to a entity capable of torturing a Ghostface to death.
“How did I kill it?” Lu Ming smiled playfully.
“Just drew my blade and chopped it to death.” As a fellow blade user, Zhao Kongcheng subconsciously tightened his grip on his straight saber.
He knew it couldn’t possibly be that simple.
The wounds on the Ghostface were identical in depth, meaning it had received countless identical slashes simultaneously in a single instant.
How could that be a single slash?
*Is this kid’s Forbidden Realm ability?
Does he actually possess a Forbidden Realm?* Zhao Kongcheng felt deeply unbalanced.
At his age, he still hadn’t awakened a Forbidden Realm, yet tonight he had encountered two high schoolers—one who had awakened a Divine Realm, and another who likely possessed a high-tier Forbidden Realm as well.
Noticing that Zhao Kongcheng still harbored doubts, Lu Ming nudged the tsuba of his Zanpakuto with his left thumb and gripped the hilt with his right hand, his voice dropping low: “Old Zhao, watch closely.
I think this slash is gonna look pretty cool.” “Scatter, Senbonzakura!” In an instant, countless cherry blossom petals drifted through the air, leaving Zhao Kongcheng rooted to the spot, unable to move…