He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

After Yang Guang finished kicking, he deliberately rubbed the soles of his canvas shoes on the ground, looking disgusted.

Bai Sheng raised his head tremblingly, his dark blue eyes first glancing at the four corpses beside the blood pool.

She glanced again at Yang Guang, who looked relaxed and was picking his ear with his little finger.

He now looks at Yang Guang as if he's looking at a human-shaped walking nuclear bomb.

The Bai family's Qimen Dunjia, which he usually boasts about and is very proud of, is not even as good as a second-hand broken fan in front of this person's extremely simple and brutal sword energy.

The Bai family's reputation as the only son in their family for thirty-seven generations has been completely thrown into the cesspool tonight.

Bai Sheng scrambled to his feet, barely daring to breathe.

He stood obediently against the wall, not even daring to look Yang Guang in the eye.

I was completely defeated.

Ah Zeng sheathed the dagger back into its scabbard at his waist, his legs still trembling uncontrollably.

He took two steps forward, moved closer to Yang Guang, and sincerely gave him a thumbs up.

His lips were so dry they were chapped: "Brother, your methods..."

Ah Zeng racked his brains to find a few more sophisticated and cultured words to praise her.

But I found myself completely at a loss for words.

In the end, all I could utter were two words: "Awesome!"

twenty years ago.

Bureau 749 dispatched a large squad of elites, equipped with the most advanced metaphysical artifacts available at the time, to besiege and suppress these four evil cultivators.

Not only did they fail to capture the people, they also suffered heavy losses, managing to get these four people to escape with serious injuries.

Twenty years later, these four old monsters, who were on the most wanted list, got together and were chopped up like cabbages in seconds by this high school student who had just turned eighteen.

If this were truthfully written into an action report and submitted back to headquarters, those old men sitting in offices would probably read it like a fantasy novel.

He absolutely has to make an appointment with a psychiatrist.

Yang Guang spread his hand out and put it directly under Zeng's nose, rubbing his thumb and index and middle fingers together rapidly.

His face betrayed his greed: "Old Zeng, we brothers should keep clear accounts."

"These four old bastards are the S-class wanted criminals that Bureau 749 has been pursuing for twenty years, right?"

Yang Guang's eyes gleamed with greedy greed: "Since he's an S-class wanted criminal, there must be a high bounty on his head."

"The four of them combined should bring in at least three to five million, right?"

How will the bounty be settled?

Did you bring cash?

"If not, I support large transfers; I use both Alipay and WeChat."

"Let me make this clear beforehand: my small business does not accept installment payments, and I absolutely do not offer credit. Prices are clearly marked."

Ah Zeng was completely bewildered by Yang Guang's sudden demand for payment across frequency ranges.

One second he was a ruthless and decisive last Celestial Master, exuding a cold and aloof demeanor.

The next second, he transformed into a peddler haggling over two cents in a market.

This insane contrast almost gave Ah Zeng a back injury.

Ah Zeng chuckled twice, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and laughed heartily, "A bonus... there will definitely be a bonus."

"I went back and immediately submitted a report to the bureau chief, requesting approval for this special fund."

Don't worry!

"As long as your identity is verified, I guarantee you won't be shortchanged by a single penny."

Yang Guang withdrew his hand in satisfaction upon hearing this.

He's already mentally planning how to spend this huge sum of money.

The old squad leader's daughter, Yu Zixin, still needs money for school, and he also has a dowry to pay for his own wedding.

Ah Zeng took out his phone and called Zhao Gang, who was guarding outside, asking him to issue an order to clean up the scene.

After ending the call.

Ah Zeng let out a long sigh of relief that had been building up in his chest for so long.

He raised his sleeve and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

Turning to Yang Guang, who had his hands in his pockets and looked relaxed, he smiled and said, "Let's go, brother, let's get out of here first."

Ah Zeng pointed to the dim light shining through the night outside the dilapidated factory.

"The smell in here is too strong. Now that the matter is resolved, the cleanup work outside can be handled by the people I brought."

"I have to rush back to Yudu tonight; the whole mission was just too absurd."

"We must quickly write a detailed action report and submit it."

Yang Guang then called out to Zeng, "Wait a minute, Zeng, I think you know something about my old man Deng."

"Your department even has fragments of the Longquan Sword, and you even sent them to me."

"Since we've gotten this far on our conversation, could you please tell me what's going on?"

"What heinous crime did Old Deng commit that would incur such a deep-seated karmic debt in the underworld, a debt he could never repay even in ten lifetimes?"

Bai Sheng followed behind, moving slowly step by step.

I overheard this conversation.

He slammed on the brakes with his foot.

He stood rooted to the spot like a nail.

In that single eye, which wasn't completely swollen, shone an intense, gossipy thirst for knowledge.

Bai Sheng was so badly beaten that he was terrified.

But as soon as they hear about topics involving top secrets within the industry, their irrepressible gossip fire starts burning fiercely.

Bai Sheng tilted his head to the side, his ears practically reaching two meters to the side.

He also wanted to know what kind of crazy father could raise such a high school student who was already at the maximum level of slaughter at the age of eighteen.

Ah Zeng was held in Yang Guang's arms, his whole body stiff.

He knew all too well the destructive power of the old man next to him.

If the answer is unsatisfactory, this old man might just lose his temper on the spot.

But Ah Zeng's mouth tasted bitter.

Helpless, he waved his hands repeatedly, trying to break free from Yang Guang's arm: "Brother, you overestimate me."

"How could I possibly be qualified to know the details of that expert's background?"

Ah Zeng poured out his grievances.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a half-pack of crumpled cigarettes, took one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

"How could I possibly know?"

"Twenty years ago, when I entered the industry, I hadn't even been formally employed by the 749 Bureau."

"All I've heard are the legends about him."

Ah Zeng pointed to the corpses left behind by the several old monsters whose souls had been scattered.

"then."

"When the major sects and evil cultivation forces in the metaphysical world hear his name, they run faster than rabbits."

"The reason these old bastards dare to come and yell at you today is entirely because they were too weak back then and didn't even have the right to be looked at by your father."

"The truly ruthless characters all perished in that storm."

Ah Zeng took a drag of his cigarette.

He spun it around in his lungs and slowly exhaled: "As for the specific information..."

"Including his background, teachers, whereabouts, and even the reasons for his debts."

"They are all top-secret files."

Ah Zeng emphasized, "Top secret!"

Yang Guang heard these words.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

What kind of nonsense is this?

His own son stayed up all night at the funeral parlor, lighting white lanterns and working hard to guide the souls of the deceased to accumulate merit and pay off his debts.

As a result, they didn't even know what the creditors looked like or why they owed these debts.

Now you've run into an official, informed agency, and they just dismiss you with a 'top secret' statement?

Yang Guang curled his lip and let out a mocking laugh: "Old Zeng, your rules are pretty ridiculous."

"I am the heir to the debt."

"Even the right to inspect the accounts has been taken away?"

"My permissions aren't high enough?"