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

Yang Guang sneered and looked at Bai Sheng as if he were an idiot.

"Xiao Bai, is there a double-door refrigerator in your head?"

"All of them are large ice shards?"

Yang Guang retorted directly, "I already said, that evil god has been sealed away!"

"But here's the problem."

Yang Guang shrugged, his voice filled with despair: "That fatso's master appeared to me in a dream, saying that the seal is about to break and can only hold for another six months at most."

"The aura of the evil god has already leaked out; Ghost Hand Seven and his gang came here following the scent!"

A cold sweat broke out on Ah Zeng's forehead instantly.

"You mean, these evil cultivators gathered in Fengdu to break the seal and release the evil god?!"

"Otherwise what?"

"You've come all this way to wish you a happy birthday?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes: "That old hag Ghost Hand Seven had a grudge against my father back then. Now that she knows the seal is loose, she must be trying to take the opportunity to release the evil god."

"We want the entire city of Fengdu to be buried with the Yang family!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Zeng completely panicked.

If what Yang Guang said is true, then this is definitely something that the Yudu branch alone cannot handle.

If this evil god were to truly be born, let alone Fengdu...

The entire southwest region will be devastated!

Ah Zeng swallowed hard, his legs went weak, and he slumped back into his chair.

"This information is extremely important... We must report it to headquarters immediately."

"Brother, what are you planning to do about this?"

Yang Guang shrugged and gave up.

"What's the point of dealing with it?!"

"I just turned 18 this year, I haven't even held a girl's hand yet, and you expect me to take on a world boss one-on-one?"

Yang Guang retorted confidently, "Isn't your Bureau 749 supposed to be serving the country and its people?"

"Isn't this your duty?"

"You all hurry up and gather people! Invite the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, the leader of Maoshan Sect, and all of them over here for me!"

"Let's form a group of a hundred and trap that evil god in the spring, killing him instantly!"

Bai Sheng's arrogance had long since vanished in fear, but he still forced himself to say, "So what if there's an evil god!"

"The mysteries of the Bai family's Qimen Dunjia are unparalleled. As long as we set up the Heavenly Net Formation, no matter what kind of evil god it is, we can trap and kill it!"

"Woof woof woof!"

Er Lengzi rolled his eyes wildly beside him, his barking filled with mockery.

This idiot is really bragging! Even this silly husky from Northeast China can't stand it anymore.

If your Qimen Dunjia can trap the evil god, I'll swallow this king crab shell whole today!

"Holy crap, you're making me blush with embarrassment."

Yang Guang pointed at Bai Sheng: "Alright, alright, since you're so fierce, then you go and check out the old city tomorrow."

"Go and challenge Ghost Hand Seven to a duel. I'll cheer you on in spirit."

Bai Sheng was choked half to death: "You!"

"Alright!"

Ah Zeng scratched his hair in frustration: "Xiao Bai, now is not the time to act impulsively."

"Brother, do you have any clues about where the main force of those evil cultivators is hiding?"

"There is no specific location yet, but it is definitely not far from the old town."

"Because in order to break the formation, they have to tamper with things around the no-man's-land."

Yang Guang stroked his chin: "So for the next period of time, my agency will become the target of everyone's criticism."

Yu Zixin, who was standing to the side, put down her chopsticks, a hint of worry flashing in her clear eyes: "Yang Guang, aren't we in great danger?"

"fine."

Yang Guang waved his hand: "When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it."

"Aren't Old Zeng from Bureau 749 and the terrifyingly strong Xiao Bai still holding the fort here?"

Ah Zeng's lips twitched again. This kid was determined to drag them down with him!

"Okay, I understand."

Ah Zeng took a deep breath and took out his phone: "I'll contact headquarters right now and request backup."

"We'll be stationed in Fengdu for the next few days; we absolutely cannot let those evil cultivators succeed!"

Just then, the door to the private room was knocked open.

The manager walked in with a long bill in his hand and a big smile on his face.

"Distinguished guests, this is your expense statement."

"Who would like to pay the bill?"

"Ahem!"

Yang Guang suddenly coughed violently and pointed directly at Zeng, who was covered in sweat, next to him: "I'm not paying, go find him!"

"This is the tycoon who's in charge of expense reimbursements!"

When Ah Zeng saw that number, his head went blank.

Bai Sheng was dumbfounded: "Did you guys eat the entire East Sea Dragon Palace?!"

Chu Sheng patted his round belly, put his hands together, and let out a loud burp: "Amitabha, well done, well done."

"This humble monk is doing what I call saving all sentient beings. Old benefactor Zeng, consider this an act of merit donation to Buddha."

Ah Zeng's vision went black, and he instantly felt a headache.

This isn't an investigation; this is bankruptcy proceedings!

"Old Zeng, what are you daydreaming about!"

Yang Guang, biting a pure silver toothpick—a souvenir he'd just asked the manager for—said, "Hurry up and swipe the card. Don't let the manager think our 749th Bureau can't even afford a meal."

Ah Zeng's lips twitched, and he forced himself to pull out a gold-rimmed company credit card from his pocket, his hand trembling as he handed it to the manager.

"Swipe...swipe, the password is six eights."

"Ding, transaction successful!"

As the POS machine spit out a long receipt, Ah Zeng's heart was bleeding.

He swore to the heavens that even if he starved to death or jumped off the bridge, he would never again say "treat me to dinner" to Yang Guang!

This kid isn't a Pixiu at all, he's the reincarnation of a Taotie!

Bai Sheng, his face flushed with anger, pointed at Yang Guang and roared, "You're a parasite!"

"Using intelligence as leverage to extort public funds is illegal!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pockets: "Xiao Bai, you're not right about that."

What constitutes extortion?

"I'm donating this huge piece of information about the Evil God to you for free, so what's wrong with eating some seafood in return?"

"If you feel you've lost out, then go back to the private room now and lick the remaining crab shells clean. That way you can at least break even."

"We'll see."

"Did I ask you to pay?"

"This is what Lao Zeng said he'd treat me to dinner last time. How about I have the manager refund Lao Zeng, and you pay?"

"you!"

Bai Shenggang was about to lash out.

Ah Zeng grabbed him, his face turning completely somber. The heartache he felt earlier when paying the bill had been replaced by a heavy expression.

"Alright, Xiaobai!"

"The money's already spent, now the most crucial thing is the evil god!"

Ah Zeng walked quickly out of the restaurant.

After Yang Guang and his group had eaten and drunk their fill, they went out happily.

The meal was incredibly satisfying; I just don't know when I'll have another chance like this.

A group of people stood under a street lamp.

However, the cold wind made Ah Zeng much more awake.

He turned to look at Yang Guang, his tone extremely serious: "Brother, is the six-month timeframe you mentioned accurate?"

Yang Guang yawned and patted his round belly: "The old monk's exact words were half a year, not a day more."

"What, is Bureau 749 planning to go and fight the evil god head-on?"