They returned before midday.
Bai Zihan didn't rest.
After giving his helpers a short break and making sure the rescued family had food and shelter, he gathered a small crowd of civilians—stronger ones who hadn't completely collapsed from fear.
Naturally, the idea of going outside again—into a city crawling with demonic beasts—was met with horror.
"You want us to what?!"
"Do you want to kill us?!"
"We'll die the moment we step outside!"
…
The helpers he brought earlier stepped forward, dragging a tarp behind them.
With a casual motion, one of them pulled it off—revealing the severed, grotesque head of the molten-eyed beast Bai Zihan had killed.
Another helper held up the scythe-like tail of the lizard creature, its serrated edge still gleaming with blood.
"See this?"
One of them said, grinning.
"This ugly bastard didn't even touch Captain Bai before it died."
