Chapter 175: The Fallen Sub‑Bureau

"Hey handsome, where are you going?"

Airport entrance.

Yu Lin had just stepped out of the entrance when a middle‑aged man with a smiling face walked up, looking like a taxi driver.

"Big brother, you've already called me handsome, what more do you need to say? To the Public Security Bureau on Jianshe Road, at the highest base fare, no extra charge."

"Ah, handsome is a straightforward guy! Let's go! I'll give you a discount!"

"Let's go."

The two of them got into the car.

The driver started the vehicle and eased forward, saying, "Do you work at the Public Security Bureau, handsome?"

"No, but it's close enough."

"Young and promising! Are you a local, handsome? Have you heard about the recent strange incidents? Working in these places, your information should be more up‑to‑date than ours."

"I'm not a local either. What strange incidents? It's my first time here today, I really don't know."

"Don't know?"

The driver showed a puzzled expression and lowered his voice, "I've heard that the area around Jianshe Road seems to be haunted."

"A few days ago, a buddy of mine took two Clergy in priestly robes to Jianshe Road at night."

"And the day before that, my younger brother‑in‑law escorted a Daoist and a nun there, but we only heard about sending them, not about anyone bringing them back!"

"I feel it's haunted... Do you think so?"

Yu Lin listened, his gaze still on the scenery receding outside, and laughed, "Big brother, your information is quite up‑to‑date, huh."

"Now that you mention it, I also feel it's haunted, maybe it's a scammer thinking of some trick, like selling you Exorcism talismans or master‑blessed artifacts."

"The worst is they might be running a pyramid scheme there, just to lure you in."

"Scams are now unstoppable!"

The driver, hearing that, didn't refute but nodded in agreement, "It's not impossible."

"If we get swindled out of all our money, that's no better than meeting a ghost!"

"Handsome, I see you're young, capable, reasonable, and smart. How about this: I have a young lady, just turned twenty this year."

"She's stunning—beauty like a flower, a moon‑hiding Diao Chan, peerless and captivating. She does like staying home a bit, but staying home is good! You won't have to worry about her running around later."

"Let's add each other on WeChat; I'll recommend her to you, you......"

Yu Lin: "............"

How did the conversation jump from hauntings to a blind date?

You can tell the big brother is really anxious.

"I'm focusing on my career now, thanks for the kind offer, big brother."

Yu Lin gave a casual excuse to decline, then steered the conversation to other topics.

As they kept chatting, they eventually arrived at the Public Security Bureau on Jianshe Road.

In fact, it's the Civil Affairs Bureau of the Provincial Capital.

"We've arrived, 83 for 80, handsome, take care."

"Hey, big brother, no need to be polite; you said no extra charge, I transferred a hundred."

"Alright, thanks, handsome! If you need a ride later, just call me any time!"

"Okay, big brother, take care, goodbye."

Yu Lin watched the taxi turn around and disappear, then turned and walked toward the interior of the Public Security Bureau.

As soon as he stepped through the Public Security Bureau's main gate, his steps faltered slightly.

His gaze swept over the reception desk—two uniformed officers sat there, heads down handling paperwork, looking no different from ordinary people.

But Yu Lin's perception was so sharp that he captured the anomaly almost instantly.

An aura of Hell.

It's faint, yet undeniably present.

It's not the usual demon stench mixed with sulfur, but a purer, deeper power fluctuation from the depths of Hell.

Yu Lin walked inside without a flicker of emotion, paying no mind to their scrutinizing glances.

The deeper he went, the more pronounced the feeling became.

Staff bustling in the corridors, busy officers in offices, even leaders holding meetings in the conference room...

Almost everyone in the Civil Affairs Bureau was tinged with this aura!

"Looks like the entire Civil Affairs Bureau here has fallen..."

Yu Lin thought to himself, yet his face remained calm.

Although the strongest here in the Civil Affairs Bureau—the middle‑aged man in the conference room—only has a daily‑tour cultivation, he can still control an entity whose Soul has already reached great attainment... plus the Clergy, Daoist, and so on the driver mentioned.

This Prince of Devils' strength is still quite good.

But, as the son of Beelzebub, it's understandable, even being a bit stronger isn't an issue.

Anyway, it's all the same for Yu Lin.

He looked around, then stepped into the conference room.

The middle‑aged man speaking paused, turned his head toward him, and with puzzlement asked, "Do you have any business?"

"This place isn't for you to wander in, leave now."

As his words fell, two men rose and moved toward Yu Lin, hands raised to seize his arm:

"Out, out, didn't you see we're in a meeting? If you have business you..."

His sentence was unfinished.

Yu Lin simply raised his hand and clapped.

Clap!

The clear applause echoed in the meeting room.

In an instant, everyone's movements froze.

Strands of black qi seeped out from their seven apertures, like threads being pulled away, quickly dissipating in the air.

Their gazes gradually cleared from dullness, and the memories controlled these past days surged in like a tide.

The middle-aged man standing on the stage—Provincial City Branch Director Wang Liwen—quickly walked down the steps, came before Yu Lin, and bowed deeply:

"General Yu!"

"I am Provincial City Branch Director Wang Liwen; I am terribly sorry for the current situation! This is our dereliction of duty and lack of ability!"

As the branch director, he certainly knows Yu Lin.

Yu Lin smiled slightly: "Director Wang, don't be nervous."

"This situation is understandable, after all, no one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first."

"I'm just here to see how the current situation is."

"From now on, I will handle this matter."

"Keep busy, goodbye."

Having said that, he turned and walked out the door.

Wang Liwen stood in place, only after Yu Lin's silhouette disappeared at the end of the hallway did he let out a long breath.

"Director......" a young officer stepped forward, whispering:

"Who is he?"

Wang Liwen gazed at the empty doorway, speaking in a low voice:

"Our general is also a saint of Christianity."

"Now... that demon is in for it."

"Expertise lies in specialization..."