Li Zi took a closer look—the possibly drugged man hadn’t moved at all after Wang Hu slapped him into the ground. It didn’t look like a trick.
Even if it were, it wouldn’t matter. That slap had blown his head into a mangled ss of bone and flesh—brain matter splattered everywhere. His body was so embedded in the concrete that it looked impossible to pry loose.
In short, very dead.
Li Zi had seen crueler deaths in her Demon life, so she just glanced once and paid no more attention.
Wang Hu, on the other hand, was staring blankly at his palm. He didn’t react until Li Zi gave him a shove.
“Was that your first ti killing a Demon?” she asked, blinking at him.
Wang Hu shook his head and replied seriously, “You were right—if I don’t clench my fists, I don’t get that urge not to fight.”
Li Zi’s jaw dropped. The lollipop nearly fell out of her mouth—she hurried to suck it back in, scratching behind her ear in disbelief. “Okay... maybe you were so kind of powerhouse Demon before you lost your mory. At least now you can protect yourself.”
Wang Hu nodded reflexively.
“Anyway,” Li Zi continued, “if you’re gonna live in the human world, you better watch yourself. Don’t end up like this guy, eating people at random. I heard this country has sothing called the Managent Bureau—it’s specifically in charge of dealing with rule-breaking Demons.”
“Managent Bureau?” Wang Hu frowned. That na sounded vaguely familiar.
Li Zi shrugged. “Probably like the human version of the police? I haven’t run into them—just got to this country recently. And anyway…”
She bared her snow-white teeth and gave a playful grin. “I don’t eat people. Law-abiding citizen~”
Wang Hu chuckled.
“Alright, I’m off. Have fun by yourself.”
“You... where are you going?”
Li Zi frowned. “I told you, I’m not obligated to take care of you. Besides, looks like you don’t need anyone’s help. Your demonic energy quality is high—probably much stronger than . So don’t follow us anymore, I don’t want trouble. If you’re really that free, go clean up the corpses. Those humans probably had so cash on them. Might as well take it—no harm, right?”
With that, Li Zi strolled out of the alley—only to suddenly spin around a few steps later.
Wang Hu had instinctively followed.
Li Zi bared her teeth again, “I’ll turn you into a popsicle!”
A wave of icy air blew past Wang Hu, freezing his legs in place. She pointed at him: “Seriously. Don’t follow .”
Wang Hu watched the petite figure walk away, then glanced around helplessly. He lifted his legs—the ice shattered instantly.
He looked back at the human corpses, recalling what Li Zi said, and walked over to loot their wallets—pulling out the cash and stuffing it into his pockets.
Finally, he looked once more at the youth whose head had been obliterated, shrugged, and walked out of the alley.
Cleaning up corpses? Not a chance. Ever.
—
In the dark alley, the motionless body suddenly ignited—blue-green flas consuming it to ash.
The fla burned brighter… and amid the fire, a new body began to form.
Who knew how much ti passed before he stood again, naked. The man now calling himself Flaflow stared blankly at his hands, frowning.
Monts later, terror flashed in his eyes.
That one-ard guy... he really was Huang Baifu. But I was supposed to be dead.
“Legend says Vermilion Bird can be reborn from fire… Did I do the sa?”
But Flaflow quickly rejected the idea—true rebirth through fire was a transformation that made one stronger. Yet this new body was weaker—much weaker than even when he’d been dying of illness and had lost his fire powers.
And he sensed this “rebirth” wasn’t unlimited—it had a limit.
“Still, at least I’m thinking clearly now…”
His mind was shockingly clear as he recalled everything that had happened. The more he rembered, the more absurd it all seed—especially the reckless hunting in town.
Flaflow took a deep breath, looked at the dead humans, and scavenged clothes from a body to dress himself. He had to leave—if Huang Baifu realized he was still alive and killed him again, there might be no second rebirth.
“I still need real power…”
That slap had awakened him—but also made him hunger for true strength.
“From today forward, Flaflow is dead. I am reborn as… Mo Li.”
—
When Li Zi returned to the bar, the place was surprisingly lively.
But not unexpectedly, the chaos was centered around Ren Ziling and Akiko.
Several drunk n had cornered the two against a wall. A young man sat nearby, holding a towel to his bleeding forehead.
Broken glass and shattered beer bottles littered the floor.
Ren Ziling was in a heated argunt with the n, face flushed—maybe from the alcohol or maybe from rage.
“Sister Ren!” Li Zi pushed through the crowd and rushed to her side. “What happened?”
Ren Ziling snorted. “These drunk creeps tried to grope Akiko. What else could it be?”
Li Zi glanced at the wounded young man. Turns out, he’d stepped in to help but was imdiately smashed over the head with a bottle by the drunkards.
Typical bar nonsense. Things like this happened all the ti.
“dical fees! And an apology! Or I’m calling the cops!”
After quickly explaining the situation to Li Zi, Ren Ziling barked at the drunk n. But they were clearly wasted—faces red, brains soaked in booze—who would listen?
One of them sneered. “Mind your business or I’ll beat you too!”
“You bastard!” Ren Ziling growled, grabbing her phone.
As she began dialing ergency services, the drunkards suddenly grew more alert. The most aggressive one lunged for her phone.
“Bitch! You know who I am? You wanna die tonight?!”
Whether he was really so local thug or just bluffing, his face twisted into a snarl as he smashed a beer bottle and waved it around nacingly.
The crowd recoiled—soone tried to find the bar owner to break things up, but he was already passed out drunk.
“What’re you looking at!” the man barked, waving the broken bottle toward the onlookers before pointing it at Ren Ziling. “Stupid bitch! Hand over the phone!”
Ren Ziling turned red and white with rage—but she was stubborn and buzzed, and definitely not backing down. As soon as the line connected, she began reporting the situation—
“You bitch!” the thug roared in fury, ready to strike.
Just as the drunk lunged at Ren Ziling with the broken beer bottle, Li Zi’s pupils contracted and a flash of killing intent flickered in her eyes. An ice spike had already ford in her palm.
But just as she was about to shoot it—
Bang—!
The sound of a bottle smashing rang out. The drunk howled in pain—he’d been struck on the back of the head with another beer bottle!
Everyone in the bar was stunned. Things had escalated. The attacker was a man in his thirties with stubble, wearing a black jacket and sharp eyes.
“Bastard! Who hit ?!” The drunk reached back, saw blood on his palm, and imdiately roared, “Beat this bastard to death!!”
Several other thugs surged toward the jacketed man.
But the man just gave a cold snort and kicked—his first attacker flew back, crashed into a table, and lay there unmoving.
Next, the man grabbed another thug by the hair, yanked him down, and smashed a knee into his face—so hard his nose bent sideways and he passed out cold.
Within seconds, two were down. The rest, terrified, sobered up quickly and considered running. But the man wasn’t done.
He dashed forward, fists and feet flying. In just ten seconds, he had all the thugs groaning on the floor.
Only then did the man let out a slow breath, surveying the room with piercing eyes. Everyone looked away in fear.
“Who’s the boss?” he asked.
A middle-aged man timidly stepped forward—despite supposedly being passed out earlier, he had sohow sobered up.
“I-I am.”
“Get rid of these guys. Turn them over to the police. And if I find out you let them go…” the man growled, “I’ll tear this place down.”
“Y-yes, of course!” the boss nodded frantically, not daring to et his eyes.
With a snort, the man finally walked toward Ren Ziling—whose eyes had been sparkling ever since she saw him.
—
“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked, arriving in front of her and taking a deep breath.
“What could possibly happen to ?” Ren Ziling replied casually.
He looked around to confirm she really wasn’t injured, then nodded—but sighed right after, clearly helpless.
“I an, seriously… sis-in-law, why’d you leave Old Ma’s place and co sowhere like this?”
“Sis-in-law?” Li Zi gaped. This ultra-macho guy just called Sister Ren… sis-in-law?
“Hahaha! Been a while—you’ve bulked up, Er Lengzi!” Ren Ziling laughed and slapped his chest. “Look at those muscles! Your wife’s a lucky woman!”
The man’s face darkened, and he sighed again.
Ren Ziling slung an arm over his shoulder and looked at Li Zi. “This guy’s one of my husband’s old brothers. Na’s Er Lengzi—no, I an Leng Feng! He’s military—a major!”
Li Zi opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything. She was oddly struck by the thought: How many “brothers” does Sister Ren’s husband have out there…?
—
With the bar incident, there was no point staying.
After an ambulance took the injured good Samaritan away, Leng Feng accompanied Ren Ziling and the others back to her hotel.
“So what’re you doing here, Er Lengzi?” Ren Ziling asked curiously. “Weren’t you transferred to the capital?”
Leng Feng scowled. “You’ve seen the situation here. Not enough police or military personnel. I was sent to reinforce. Was just walking around tonight and happened to bump into you.”
Li Zi poured Ren Ziling so hot tea to sober up.
Ren Ziling took a sip and ward her hands on the cup. “Things are really that bad? Er Lengzi, what’s with the fog?”
Leng Feng’s expression turned serious. “Sis-in-law, don’t ask. I honestly don’t know much myself. And even if I did, I couldn’t tell you. Military protocol.”
“Stingy.” Ren Ziling rolled her eyes.
Leng Feng didn’t budge. “It’s too dangerous here. Tomorrow I’ll arrange for you all to leave. The town’s starting evacuation tomorrow. You can’t stay.”
Seeing he wasn’t budging, Ren Ziling gave in and nodded. He wasn’t like Old Ma—completely immune to her usual whining and coaxing.
“Ugh… there goes my Q1 bonus.” She pouted.
Leng Feng frowned. “You tight on money?”
Ren Ziling chuckled lightly. “Not really, just wanted to save more for peace of mind.”
Leng Feng shook his head. If she didn’t want to talk, no one could force her. His tone softened. “You left during New Year of all tis… What about Luo Qiu?”
“Don’t even ntion him! He ran off with a woman!” Ren Ziling huffed. “n! They get a girlfriend and forget their mothers. I raised him for nothing!”
“Oh? Little Luo Qiu has a girlfriend now?” Leng Feng looked even more intrigued. He shifted positions, settling in. “That kid’s always been sothing else. Rember when Big Brother Luo Qi brought him to my camp for training? He got lost in the forest overnight—and ca out fine the next day, not scared at all.”
“Of course!” Ren Ziling lifted her chin proudly. “Who do you think raised him?”
Classic proud mom face.
(End of Chapter)
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