[Play the pig to eat the tiger] [God of War] [Urban high-martial-arts]
“Sorry, I work the night shift catching ghosts as a side gig.” He wiped the soy sauce bottle clean. The dragon pattern at the corner of his right eye suddenly shone, forming a dragon-patterned dagger. With one slash, he cut the Shadow Demon into black smoke, leaving behind only a spirit crystal the size of a mung bean. Su Qingyao’s jaw dropped. “You’re a Demon Suppressor?” He pocketed the crystal and played dumb. “I’m just strong. Remember to reimburse me for the bloodstains on my hoodie.”
No one knew that behind the back of this “useless guy,” who would even hand over a ham sausage with a smile when street punks stole his instant noodles, lay the bloodline of Yinglong. When Dragon Group agents came looking for trouble, he deliberately showed up bruised and battered. Then he unfurled three-meter dragon wings and flipped a van, cleaving a high-level Shadow Demon to pieces. Afterward, he squatted among the ruins eating barbecue, and someone snapped a photo that made him the local “Midnight God of War.”
