The Judge didn't dare to move. After the ghostly hand landed on his shoulder, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Even the door within him seemed to be suppressed.

The only part of his body he could move were his eyes.

He looked towards the rearview mirror for help. Through the mirror, he saw that the man in the back seat hadn't moved at all, and his shoulder was empty.

The ghostly hand seemed to exist only in another dimension.

"I'm sorry, Chairman," the Judge said, his face pale, his voice trembling. "I will arrange what you asked for immediately. Please believe me, I will give you a satisfactory answer very soon!"

A few seconds later, the ghostly hand on the Judge's shoulder slowly retracted. Again, the Judge saw nothing in the reflection of the rearview mirror.

Soon after, the young man's voice sounded from behind, "Judge." The man chuckled, "What are you saying? Don't be so polite with me. I was able to gain a foothold in the Night Watch thanks to your and Uncle Gui's help."

Facing the Chairman's sudden change of face, the Judge adjusted his sweat-soaked back, his stiff expression slightly easing. He forced a smile. "You're too kind. Old Gui and I were just helping things along. Even without us, it would only be a matter of time before you ruled the Night Watch on your own."

"A good bird chooses a tree to perch on, and a good minister chooses a master to serve. This has been the principle since ancient times," the Judge said in one breath, while also observing the man's expression through the rearview mirror.

"Judge, you flatter me too much." The young man leaned back in his seat, a strange smile on his lips.

Seeing this, the Judge finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Their Chairman's personality was capricious and unpredictable. More importantly, his strength was unfathomable. He had secretly asked Old Gui, the Torchbearer.

The Torchbearer had replied that even if the two of them joined forces, they would not be a match for the Chairman.

After all... their doors were seized in one nightmare-like mission world after another, while the Chairman's door was obtained from that bus.

There were even rumors that the Chairman himself was brought back by the bus, from that terrifying world that was strangely merging with this one.

...

The night deepened, and Rong City gradually quieted down.

Most people had entered dreamland.

In a small studio, in the second-floor bedroom, Jiang Cheng lay on the mattress, his hands on his chest. He had been in this position for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

Outside the bedroom door, a carefree fatty was sprawled on the sofa, snoring like thunder.

Jiang Cheng had a red string around his neck, and a delicate bell hung from it.

The bell seemed to be very understanding, knowing not to disturb everyone's sleep at night, so even when Jiang Cheng gently turned his body, the bell remained quiet, not making any disturbing noises.

But the more the bell was like this, the more awkward and uneasy Jiang Cheng felt.

He knew he had been tricked by Wu. Obviously, after he put the bell on the bus seat, Wu had secretly taken the bell off the bus while he wasn't paying attention.

To say that Wu was completely doing this for his own good, not even a dog would believe it. Jiang Cheng used the fatty's brain to think and knew that this guy Wu was definitely a middleman making a profit, wanting to eat from both sides.

Otherwise, this guy who kept shouting about the first page of the sword manual, killing the beloved first, would never have been so kind as to do such a thing.

Jiang Cheng didn't know what was wrong with Wu. When he first met him, he was just ruthless, not so cunning.

Looking at the result, Wu must have gotten benefits from the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess).

But now was not the time to argue about this, but... what to do with this bell. He couldn't just keep it tied around his neck. Moreover, for Dahe Niangniang, the woman named Wu Yingying, all Jiang Cheng felt was guilt, and a little sympathy.

If he had to find a reason to keep her by his side, it would be that this woman was very strong, and as a law enforcer on the bus, she must be familiar with the situation on the bus, making her an excellent helper to deal with the old Chairman in the future.

Of course, the premise was that the feelings Wu Yingying showed him were sincere, not faked. After all, Jiang Cheng had seen his share of spy-within-spy tricks.

Who could be sure that this bus law enforcer was not a mole planted by the old Chairman or the Night Watch by their side.

In short, the top priority was to find a way to take off this bell, provided that he didn't anger Dahe Niangniang.

Just as Jiang Cheng was at a loss, suddenly, the shadow left on the wall changed. The shadow gradually lengthened, as if it had stood up from a lying position, then its head turned, and a pair of dark red eyes stared at the door.

A few seconds later, strange ripples appeared on the shadow, and then the shadow disappeared.

At this moment, in a parking lot not far from the studio, the door of a black car was opened, and a woman in a trench coat stepped out.

The woman wore a mask and a pair of low-heeled leather shoes. Using the faint light of the street lamp, she walked towards the studio.

When she was about a dozen meters away from the studio, the woman suddenly stopped.

Because at this moment, a black shadow was blocking her path.

A hint of vigilance flashed in Wu's eyes.

He naturally knew that the woman who came was Lin Wan'er. Although she had changed her face, he would recognize her even if she turned to ashes. But what he was wary of was that tonight, Lin Wan'er was not the only one who came.

Around him, there were four other auras lurking, watching intently.

One was in the car that Lin Wan'er came from, in the driver's seat, was the man in the cowboy hat, an old acquaintance of his, apparently acting as a driver and bodyguard.

One was behind a tree not far away, a girl who had not fully developed, carrying a black leather pocket, only revealing a pair of eyes, staring at here, seemingly thinking she was hiding well. Wu was too lazy to expose her.

One was under a street lamp not far from Lin Wan'er, a man in a long trench coat, holding a black book in his hand, looking very ascetic, a pair of azure eyes looking here, looking like a missionary.

Finally, the most dangerous figure was standing behind Wu, on the roof of the building that housed the studio.

It was a young man wielding two knives.

Flowing bangs covered his eyes, but Wu could clearly feel that the other party had locked onto him, just waiting for him to be distracted, and then deliver the most fatal blow.

To be honest, he wasn't afraid of him, he just couldn't figure out why this time, these people were so hostile.