My name is Li Xiao. I was once the “collector of karmic debts” whose name struck fear throughout the martial world. Now retired, I keep a low profile in Happy Neighborhood.
My daily routine involves helping Auntie Wang find her cat, helping Old Man Li fix his Wi-Fi, and dodging the loving soup made by my girlfriend, Su Xiaowan, the neighborhood committee director with off-the-charts combat strength.
Then a new neighbor moved in upstairs, a socially anxious shut-in who was active by night and slept by day. He kept making strange noises in the middle of the night, seriously disrupting my pensioner-quality sleep.
I could take it no longer and went to confront him. The moment he opened the door, I sensed a familiar aura of abyssal demonic energy.
Well, well. Wasn't this the Abyssal Demon King who once borrowed so much from me that he went bankrupt and nearly had to put up his underwear as collateral?
When the Demon King saw me, the instant noodles in his hand went plop onto the floor. His tentacles even tied themselves into knots with fright.
I put on my professional fake smile and waved my phone. “Young man, disturbing the neighbors violates Article 15 of the neighborhood rules. Are you going to scan the code and pay the fine now, or should I notify Director Su at the neighborhood committee?”
The Demon King's face went from deathly pale to utterly despairing.
