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But there were simply too many corrupt ones, and they seemed to have received instructions to consciously disperse, with one group continuing to besiege Chen Guan and the other rushing towards the panicked ordinary people.

"Damn it!"

Chen Guan had to be distracted, using illusions to create obstacles and protect the people, which greatly reduced his energy and attack efficiency.

Just then.

"Chen Guan, hold on!" A clear shout came from the other end of the street.

It was An Changqing. He held a golden longsword, his whole body shining with golden light. Like a god of war, he charged into the battlefield. With a sweep of his sword, he cut two fallen people who were rushing towards the crowd in half.

Immediately afterwards, Long Ao's furious roar rang out, and crimson fist light crashed down like a meteor, forcibly blasting away several Fallen Ones who were attempting to self-destruct, helping them complete another form of self-destruction.

"Why are you here?" Chen Guan's spirits lifted, and the pressure eased considerably.

"I ate nearby, but I haven't finished my meal yet."

Long Ao casually threw a punch, knocking down another group of people. A sense of suspicion arose in his heart, but it quickly dissipated.

His suspicion stemmed from the fact that Chen Guan was clearly very strong when facing Baal, but thinking about the latter's later miserable state, he felt relieved. Indeed, one shouldn't use ultimate moves casually.

With the addition of An Changqing and Long Ao, these already weak Fallen Ones quickly suffered defeat after defeat.

By the time the patrolmen had completely taken control of the scene, the battle was essentially over.

The term "Patrolmen" is a collective name for members of the official organization Great Wall, responsible for handling various extraordinary events, and is equivalent to the Chinese government's Association of Extraordinary Individuals.

The streets were ravaged, littered with the remains of the fallen and the marks of battle.

Under the guidance of the patrol officers, the people, still shaken, quickly evacuated. Chen Guan and the others were not seriously injured, only their breathing was a little disordered, but they were otherwise unharmed.

The patrol leader, his face ashen, examined the scene, especially the crater and remaining traces from the self-destruction.

He quickly raised his head, his expression softening, and saluted: "Hello everyone, my name is Hong Xing, and I am the captain of the first patrol team. On behalf of the many civilians present, I thank you all for stepping forward."

"Hello, Captain Hong."

After the three exchanged greetings, Hong Xing inquired, "Whom did these Fallen Ones attack first...?"

"it's me."

Chen Guan replied, and Hong Xing asked seriously, "Young man, do you know these attackers?"

"I don't know him."

He shook his head. If Baal hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have known he would be attacked. Chen Guan hadn't made any enemies since he came to this world.

He usually stays at school and occasionally plays games; it's hard to imagine who he could have offended.

……

the other side.

A cheerful tune echoed through the empty cave. The girl skipped and hopped in. If Chen Guan were here, he would definitely recognize her as the painting-selling girl from before, Santai.

Baihu was somewhat surprised by her arrival: "Santai girl, what made you think of coming here?"

San Tai let out a smug laugh: "Uncle White Tiger, guess where I just went?"

Baihu pretended to be deep in thought, and after a long while said, "Go and pull up the flowers that Beidou planted?"

"No way." Santai pouted. "Uncle White Tiger, I'm really not a brat."

"Yeah, you're such a brat."

"I'm not!"

San Tai was so anxious she was jumping up and down. All she did was tease Bai Hu when they first met. Why was this uncle so vengeful?

"I'm going to take care of some business. I'm going to see that student named Chen Guan."

In his anger, Santai didn't even bother with keeping everyone in suspense anymore.

"Oh, you went to see that kid."

Baihu rubbed his chin, thought about the historical record of the three platforms, and gasped: "Then this kid is in trouble. You better take it easy. That kid is still in the novice stage. Although he has some superpowers, he can't withstand your abuse."

"What do you take me for?" Santai stared at Baihu resentfully. "I just impersonated him to harass the cult. I was just testing the abilities of your future subordinate."

Seeing the "I knew it" expression on Baihu's face, Santai's face fell, and he stomped his foot in frustration.

She had originally intended to keep it a secret and observe the white tiger's reaction, but she accidentally let it slip.

No, this wasn't the script she originally planned. Shouldn't she be the one manipulating Uncle White Tiger with ease?

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Baihu leaned back in his chair with a leisurely air, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, looking at her with a half-smile: "Impersonating him to harass a cult? Let me guess... is it that group of lunatics from the Flesh and Blood Embrace who's been jumping around so enthusiastically near Jiangcheng and various universities lately?"

San Tai pouted, a little unwilling, but had to admit that Bai Hu's guess was accurate: "Yes, it was them. I saw them acting suspiciously and trying to cause trouble. I happened to run into that Chen Guan strolling around the street, so I borrowed his image to visit their stronghold and left some small gifts."

Her voice trailed off as she spoke, stealing glances at Baihu's expression.

"A tour? A little gift?" White Tiger raised an eyebrow. "Three stations, three stations, your tour probably involved dismantling half their base, right? And is that little gift another surprise package you've come up with?"

San Tai has two hobbies: one is painting, and the other, which is less artistic, is making bombs.

San Tai lowered his head guiltily, twisting the hem of his clothes with his fingers: "I... I just did a little bit of exercise. Those guys were researching a ritual to summon low-level demons using human sacrifices, and I couldn't stand it..."

The more she spoke, the more obvious her guilty conscience became, for a simple reason: it wasn't time for her to enter the mortal world yet.

Although Zero and others don't care what they do in private, one thing is certain: they must not make a big fuss or expose themselves in advance. Even using Chen Guan's identity is a bit too bold a move.

This wasn't the first time, Baihu knew that perhaps because of his young age, Santai was already considered to be a very righteous person among them.

He doesn't dislike people with a sense of justice; on the contrary, he likes them very much. Baihu doesn't believe in special treatment, nor does he believe that someone would harbor malice towards everyone except him and trust him implicitly, or vice versa.

Unfortunately, Santai was not his subordinate.

"Why are you explaining this to me? Go talk to Beidou."

He raised an eyebrow, waved his hand, and directly "invited" the three platforms out. The cave's barrier opened, locking her outside.

The little girl was fuming, but she couldn't do anything about the white tiger, so she could only walk away in a huff.

Sensing her departure, Baihu sighed. He picked up Chen Guan and couldn't understand why Zero and the boss didn't seem to like this kid.

When recruiting the three platforms, they clearly sent him and Beidou out to recruit new users together, but when it came to Chen Guan, they just told him to figure it out himself.

It wasn't said that it was impossible, but such indifference itself is a sign of pessimism.