Jiangcheng fully understood the consequences Lin Wan'er spoke of. Once these dangerous elements escaped, then these Night Watchmen, who were nominally protecting humanity from paranormal events, would shed their disguise and have no more scruples. They would launch attacks, assassinations, and even actively create various paranormal events...

The series of consequences resulting from this, as well as the huge social impact, were the most terrible, and also what the behemoth behind Lin Wan'er was most worried about.

"What we want is not to completely eliminate the Night Watchmen, but to cleanse and heal, just like wanting a wound to heal, you must first cut away the rotten flesh." Lin Wan'er continued, "There's nothing wrong with the Night Watchmen themselves, the mistake lies with some of the old guys."

"They violated their original oath, attempting to subvert and create a new world belonging to them."

"This Xia Tan you mentioned, is he also a member of the 13 Families?" Jiangcheng asked after a moment of thought.

"Yes, he comes from the Xia family." Lin Wan'er seemed to think of something, her slender eyebrows arched, she leaned forward, staring at Jiangcheng's face, and said in a playful tone: "That Xia Meng who you have a good relationship with, they are family."

Jiangcheng originally couldn't do anything with Lin Wan'er, and seeing that Lin Wan'er was still the same as before, he couldn't help but frown, subconsciously dodging backward, and said in a serious tone: "I'm negotiating with you, Lin Wan'er, be serious!"

"As if I was never serious before." Lin Wan'er pretended to be surprised.

This was a woman who couldn't be understood by common sense. Jiangcheng had studied her for so many years, and his understanding of her was only limited to the fact that she was very smart, had a deep background, wide connections, and strong abilities. Of course, the most important point was that her brain wasn't very normal either.

A large part of the reason Jiangcheng became a psychologist was to understand Lin Wan'er and cure her illness.

She was sick, there was no doubt about that.

"Xia Meng is also a member of the 13 Families, no wonder the Night Watchmen would send people to protect her." Jiangcheng recalled the mission he and Xia Meng had participated in.

"The Xia family is now our ally as well, and will assist us in cleansing the high-level Night Watchmen." Lin Wan'er turned back into that serious woman.

"I'm afraid it's not just the Xia family." Jiangcheng asked in a low voice.

"That's right, there are many people within the Night Watchmen who can't stand the practices of those old guys, but because of the involvement of family interests, most are still watching." Lin Wan'er said bluntly, "During this period, we will try our best to win the support of these people."

Fatty swallowed and asked in a low voice, "What if they don't support your plan?"

Lin Wan'er tilted her head to look at Fatty, smiled, and said in a relatively gentle tone: "Then we'll kill them together. I'm saving them, not begging them."

Lin Wan'er's smile made Fatty's back chill, and he immediately shut up, feeling that he shouldn't disturb the two of them talking.

This was a big business that was saving the world every minute, what was he getting involved in.

Jiangcheng didn't have any special expression. He couldn't imagine Lin Wan'er begging people in a humble manner at all.

After a moment, he continued to ask: "Do you have any information on the middle-aged man next to Xia Meng?"

After finishing speaking, seemingly worried that Lin Wan'er would misunderstand, Jiangcheng stretched out his hand and drew a line at his jaw, "There's a scar here, not very good at..."

Lin Wan'er nodded and responded, "His name is Gong Zhe. After Xia Tan was completely eroded by the Door, he became the Xia family's pillar of strength. His status in the family is second only to the current head of the Xia family, Xia Yuan."

"He is a high-level Disciple of the Door." Jiangcheng said firmly.

Lin Wan'er glanced out the window, quickly retracted her gaze, and said briefly, "Very strong."

"Understood." Jiangcheng replied.

"The child selected by the Xia family for the Crimson Project is Gong Zhe's child." Lin Wan'er said, "You've met that person, Number 6, Chen Ran."

Jiangcheng's eyes narrowed, "It's him!"

Recalling Gong Zhe's appearance, as well as Chen Ran's, Jiangcheng didn't think they looked alike at all. Could they be related?

But the temperament of the two was a little bit eerily similar. Jiangcheng thought for a moment, but couldn't describe it.

Jiangcheng was just about to ask something else, but saw Lin Wan'er stand up, "Let's end here today, there will be opportunities in the future."

"But I still have some questions to ask." Jiangcheng insisted.

"I don't have any problems, but he can't wait any longer." Lin Wan'er pointed out the window. As her voice fell, the space outside the window twisted.

A black shadow stood in the center of the courtyard, a long knife in hand, the tip of the knife sliding down and inserted into the ground an inch.

The black shadow was almost boiling all over, a pair of dark red eyes coldly looking in one direction, but there was nothing there.

"Get out here!"

"Hehe." In a position to the right and behind Wu, a man wearing a cowboy hat walked out, snapped his fingers and said, "Don't be so violent, okay? Everyone was having fun just now. Let's dance together to relieve the boredom?"

Seeing that Wu ignored him, the cowboy hat man showed a regretful tone, looked at the self-proclaimed aloof man under the eaves to Wu's left, and said with a grin, "I said Number 3, don't always read, okay? I'll take you for a dance. The young ladies these days don't like bookworms. What they're looking for is excitement, like..."

After gently turning a page of the book, the man leaning against the eaves didn't raise his head, and faintly uttered a word: "Get lost."

The cowboy man, who had asked for trouble, wasn't annoyed, and looked with a grin in another direction, the position that Wu was staring at, shrugged and said: "Number 1, come out when you've had enough fun. You also know that Number 3 has ruined his brain from reading. He can't let anyone else in his heart except for Sensei."

With a "snap," the man leaning against the eaves closed the book, stood up straight, and glared with a pair of ice-blue eyes at the cowboy man's position, as if he was about to spit out a blade in the next second.

He seemed to have forgotten that the task for the three of them today was to trap Wu.

Don't hurt him, but don't let him go.

Unless Sensei nodded.

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously, take it seriously..." The cowboy man grinned, squinted and looked at Number 3 Luo He, "and you've lost."

"I said, you guys should stop picking at people's scars, okay? It's embarrassing enough today. Three against one and you still haven't taken him down, and you still have the nerve to chat here?"

A deliberately old-fashioned voice rang out behind Wu. A baby-faced boy sat cross-legged on the ground, clutching a deck of playing cards in his hand, with a few cards scattered on the ground, and said angrily, "Don't say you know me when you go out in the future, I'm ashamed."

"Okay, then next time when Number 8 spanks your butt, remember not to scream like a pig, begging us to save you." The cowboy man laughed even more happily, "Or call Number 8 Daddy."

Hearing this, the boy sat up from the ground with a thud, his face green and white, as if he was recalling an unbearable past.