Chapter Seventy-Nine: Nothing Must Go Wrong

After examining the animals, both of their expressions grew somber.

“Although the amount of demonic energy isn’t high—not nearly enough to turn them into proper monsters—” Li Minghao paused, disbelief evident in his voice, “—there’s no doubt someone has been feeding them wild immortal grass.”

Tang Xiaoyu, curious, asked, “What’s the person feeding them trying to do?”

“The people behind the dock intend to manufacture monsters on a large scale.” Li Minghao’s face darkened; the revelation shocked him, and this matter far exceeded the jurisdiction of Bureau Thirty-Six.

Baichuan, pinching his nose and frowning, turned and walked out of the container. “Old Li, return to Bureau Thirty-Six immediately and inform the Director of what’s happening here.”

“Alright.”

The gravity of the situation surpassed anything they’d anticipated. Li Minghao exited the container, ran a few steps, then planted his foot against the wall and vaulted over, disappearing.

“Let’s go and see how Shen Qingdai and Shen Qingchi are faring in their fight,” Baichuan said, drawing his sharp short sword. He glanced at Li Changqing, “You and Miss Tang should stay here. It’s safer.”

“Of course, that’s for the best.”

Li Changqing agreed wholeheartedly. If the siblings, Shen Qingdai and Shen Qingchi, discovered he was allied with Bureau Thirty-Six, they might, in anger, attack him relentlessly. The tradition of spectating excitement would have to wait; safety came first.

Baichuan strode toward the office building, quickly vanishing around the corner of the containers. Under the night sky, the container yard seemed especially shadowy.

From within the container, the animals occasionally uttered all sorts of cries.

“Li Changqing, I feel uneasy,” Tang Xiaoyu murmured.

Li Changqing felt the same strange sense; he frowned and peered into the container, a shiver crawling up his spine.

At that moment, whether birds, rats, or pythons, all the animals stared fixedly at the two outside.

“They won’t break out, will they?” Tang Xiaoyu edged behind Li Changqing.

“They shouldn’t,” he replied. “Even though they possess demonic energy and some intelligence, they’re not full-fledged monsters yet.”

Suddenly, Li Changqing noticed something odd inside. He looked closely.

A pair of eyes was staring directly at them.

What was happening?

Alarmed, Li Changqing cried out, “Who’s there?”

A small, ragged, middle-aged man, looking like a beggar, stepped out from a dark corner of the container.

Li Changqing took a cautious step back, wary. A person had been hiding inside?

Baichuan and Li Minghao had both missed him while inspecting the monsters?

He summoned spiritual energy to his eyes and saw the man radiated a considerable amount of demonic energy.

The middle-aged man hadn’t expected to be discovered. When Baichuan and Li Minghao entered earlier, he’d almost been found.

Luckily, he’d held his breath and made no sound, escaping notice. He’d planned to slip away once the Bureau Thirty-Six people left, but now he’d been caught.

He took a deep breath, inwardly cursing his luck. Trapped by Bureau Thirty-Six, he had no choice but to fight.

He exhaled pitch-black demonic energy, wrapping himself in its shroud.

As the black mist dispersed, he transformed into a wolf demon nearly three meters long. Its black fur bristled like steel needles—sharp, unyielding.

A chilling howl echoed as the massive wolf demon, standing about 1.4 meters tall, slowly advanced toward Li Changqing.

The wolf demon moved cautiously, well aware of the formidable skills of Bureau Thirty-Six’s agents.

“Xiaoyu, step back,” Li Changqing ordered.

Tang Xiaoyu hurriedly retreated, hiding atop a nearby container.

The wolf demon inhaled deeply and crept closer to Li Changqing. Suddenly, it saw his fists clench, hands shifting.

Just as the wolf demon expected an attack, Li Changqing instead began to choke himself.

He used considerable force.

His face turned ashen, eyes rolling back.

What was going on?

The wolf demon was baffled. What was this man trying to do?

Ten seconds passed.

Li Changqing slowly released his grip from his throat.

He coughed, steadying himself against the container, breathing in fresh air.

From now on, he thought, he’d have to invent a more stylish method to transform into zombie form.

The wolf demon noticed the change in aura—corpse energy now emanated from Li Changqing’s body.

“A zombie?”

The wolf demon was dumbfounded. What startled it wasn’t that Li Changqing was a zombie, but—

He was a zombie, yet had just been with Bureau Thirty-Six’s people?

As it stood there stunned, Li Changqing pulled out a stack of talisman seals and threw them at the wolf demon.

In midair, the talismans converged into a massive fireball, two meters in diameter. As the fireball shot toward the wolf demon, the surrounding temperature soared.

Zombies could use talismans?

The thought flashed through the wolf demon’s mind. It leapt aside, dodging the enormous fireball.

With a thunderous crash, the fireball struck the container behind it, instantly engulfing the animals inside in a sea of flames.

The wolf demon’s eyes flashed with ferocity. The animals had consumed vast amounts of wild immortal grass, requiring immense resources to raise. Now, all of it was ruined.

Killing intent surged in its gaze. It leapt at Li Changqing, jaws wide, spewing green demon flames.

Li Changqing dodged swiftly, avoiding the blast, then unleashed several more talisman seals, hurling them at the wolf demon.

The two exchanged attacks, turning the entire container yard into a raging inferno.

In the distance, Shen Qingdai and Shen Qingchi had yet to make a move against each other.

Neither wanted to strike first.

“Miss Fifth,” Uncle Yun pointed toward the burning containers. “There’s a fire over there.”

“What?” Shen Qingdai frowned, glancing in the direction of the containers. Her expression changed.

As the dock manager, she knew exactly where the “cargo” was stored.

“Damn it, something’s happened to the goods.” Shen Qingdai, unable to worry about anything else, rushed toward the blaze with Uncle Yun.

Shen Qingchi’s face wore a sly smile. “Something happened to the goods?”

“Fourth Master, should we follow?” a subordinate whispered.

“Why bother?” Shen Qingchi chuckled. “Knowing father, if the goods are lost, Shen Qingdai will suffer even if she survives.”

Shen Qingdai was frantic. The dock’s importance stemmed from shipments passing through every three months.

This batch of goods was invaluable to her father.

All along the way, she prayed nothing had happened, nothing at all.

Arriving at the inferno, she hurried toward the container.

Before she could get close, a rich aroma of roasted meat drifted through the air.