Kneeling down and begging for mercy—this was something the demon beasts had never done.
Not in decades.
The demon beasts would never have done something so humiliating.
They probably shouldn’t even know the meaning of kneeling and begging for mercy, right?
Silver Lin suddenly realized something.
Her fists clenched tightly, her teeth grinding audibly.
Coldly, she said, “If you understand what I mean, raise your hand.”
The cookie boy kept bowing his head, as if he hadn’t heard her.
Then he took out that round badge and showed it to her, apparently thinking that the badge could save his life at this moment.
Silver Lin repeated, “I’ll say it one last time—raise your hand within three seconds.”
The demon beast still stared at her without moving.
Silver Lin: “Two.”
Silver Lin: “One.”
The cookie boy seemed to sense her intense murderous intent, stood up, and tried to resist again.
Before he could make a move, the ruthless Heaven-Splitting Spear shot forward, piercing through his head.
Brain matter splattered everywhere, even hitting the walls.
His massive body crashed down.
Dead.
She didn’t approach immediately.
Instead, she charged two more Heaven-Splitting Spears and fired twice at the already lifeless cookie boy, making absolutely sure he was dead.
Only then did she step forward and pick up the badge from the ground.
It wasn’t until ten minutes later that the special task force arrived on the scene.
After Silver Lin reached the sewer, tracking the cookie boy’s location became difficult by following her movements alone.
Only when either of them passed near the city’s sensors could their location be known.
So it took some time to find this place.
The area was immediately sealed off to prevent self-media and onlookers from getting close.
Two hours later, several experts swiftly arrived, accompanied by a few students acting as assistants, giving them hands-on training.
First, they taught the students how to measure the wounds on the cookie boy, carefully recording the diameter and quantity.
Then they examined the sewer walls, looking at the deep holes left behind.
The Heaven-Splitting Spears were no longer there, but the puncture wounds remained.
A physics expert took out paper and pen and meticulously documented everything.
The records detailed the Heaven-Splitting Spears, calculating their length, width, and height from various footage.
Strangely, the size of each spear varied.
It was unclear whether this was a recording error or something else.
After getting the wall hole size data from the students, the physics expert continued his calculations.
The frown on his face gradually eased.
At this moment, Song Wuli had already returned home and finished showering.
Wearing just his underwear, he sat in the living room, treating his wounds while watching TV.
The news had indeed cut in with an emergency broadcast, focusing on the demon beast attack on the city, which caused many casualties.
The Eastern Alliance had quickly responded, dispatching the special task force and the failure team to eliminate the demon beasts and protect the citizens.
For a few seconds, it mentioned the appearance of the magical girls, saying that Silver Lin and Huan Hong had assisted in this operation.
The official narrative was very familiar.
Many people already knew the truth—Liang Tai’s live stream made everything clear.
If not for Silver Lin, the Eastern Alliance headquarters might have been overrun by the demon beasts.
Song Wuli applied some medicine to his wounds, then wrapped them with gauze.
The pain hadn’t been severe during the fight, but once home, it began to throb.
Applying the medicine made him wince.
After finishing, sweat broke out all over him.
Sitting quietly, he studied the round badge on the table.
This wasn’t some standard mass-produced item—it bore obvious carving marks, handcrafted.
The design was a simple palm print, not a human hand but that of a demon beast.
He searched online for information about the badge.
The explanation was simple—the badge served as a symbol of identity, profession, and honor.
He wanted to take a photo with his phone but realized both his phones were lost.
He resolved to check the lost and found tomorrow.
That night, he didn’t sleep well.
Turning over pulled at his wounds and caused pain.
He tossed and turned, barely making it to morning.
Dragging his weary body, he took the subway to work.
Since he had no cash or phone payment, he borrowed a few yuan from a familiar subway staff member.
There were especially many people on the subway today.
Station staff even had to push passengers in with their hands.
Watching those pressed so tightly their faces were squished against the glass, unable to move, Song Wuli chuckled.
Because of his injury, he didn’t board at first.
He waited through several trains until there was slightly less crowd before getting on.
The crowd inside was somewhat different from usual.
There were more people in formal wear, and a few older men with slicked-back hair, very conscious of their appearance.
Some were even sending voice messages.
“Yes, yes. Got here ten minutes early. Roads were closed over there, so I took the subway.”
Ah, so it was because of yesterday’s incident.
Many roads were damaged from the battle, so closures for repairs were normal.
And with the Eastern Alliance headquarters under attack, roadblocks and checks made sense.
Plus, thanks to Silver Lin’s intel to Huang Yi about something like a portal, many roads were probably closed to inspect such facilities.
It was understandable—everyone was busy.
Some younger people gathered nearby, chatting about the battle yesterday.
They sounded like hosts, describing the fight as earth-shattering and soul-stirring.
How the demon beast destroyed everything within a hundred meters with a flick of its fingers, and then Silver Lin waved her hand, splattering demon beast blood three miles away.
It was all exaggerated as if it were true.
Song Wuli kept yawning, half-asleep, almost missing his stop.
At the company, Xiao Liu and Xiao Zhao took turns greeting him, “Morning, Team Leader Song.”
“Hmm, morning,” Song Wuli nodded back.
Huang Yijun was in the copywriting area again, eating instant noodles.
Seeing Song arrive, he patted his shoulder. “Morning, you don’t look so good.”
Song Wuli quickly dodged, frowning as he replied, “Didn’t sleep well.”
“What’s wrong?” Huang Yijun noticed his odd behavior.
“Just got promoted to team leader, lots to think about at work, so not sleeping well,” Song Wuli answered.
“No, I didn’t mean that.” Huang Yijun reached out again but was brushed off.
“Something wrong with your body?”
Song Wuli: “Ah, don’t mention it. Got hit by an electric scooter while walking. Some careless guy.”
Huang Yijun: “Hit again? You’ve had a rough month. Want to go to the hospital?”
Song Wuli: “No need, it’s nothing serious.”
Just as he was about to return to his desk, Huang Yijun suddenly pulled him aside and whispered, “Hey, old Song, do you know what happened last night with our Lord and Heavenly Father…”
“I know, it’s all over the news. Not interested,” Song Wuli cut him off, about to walk away.
Suddenly his shirt was grabbed.
“If you don’t listen, you’re not going anywhere.”
Huang Yijun’s urge to share was like a trash talker in a group chat—if he didn’t say something, he’d feel uneasy.
Song Wuli struggled a bit, but the tug on his clothes pulled at his wound, causing some pain.
He could only stand there and listen as Huang Yijun began spreading the story of their Heavenly Father.
“I’m telling you, last night…”
“Cut it to under 100 words.”
“Fine, last night was a visual feast. Every move of our Lord was full of divine grace, every word spread the teachings of God…”
“That’s only half.”
“Alright, alright, I get it, stop rushing me.” Huang Yijun embellished the tale of last night’s grandeur.
As the person involved, Song Wuli sighed and wasted time indulging him.