Zhang Yuanqing recalled the identities and backgrounds of his two colleagues once again in his mind. One was a level 3 Fire Master, a direct descendant of a high-ranking member of the Red Fire Gang; the other was a level 4 Saint Realm Water Ghost.

The latter might not have a background, but he was a Saint Realm cultivator. Once he accumulated enough merit, becoming a Deacon was a certainty.

Saint Realm, killing ordinary beings was as easy as slaughtering dogs.

"Hopefully, they aren't two difficult colleagues." Zhang Yuanqing moved his legs, riding his office chair back to his desk, and searched for "the Militia of the War God" in the official database.

After careful browsing, he had a clearer understanding of the organizations of evil professions.

Among the forces composed of evil professions, there was a saying of "Three Societies, Two Sects, and One Asura." The so-called Three Societies referred to the three major branches of the Spiritual Energy Society formed by Witch Gu Masters.

They were the "Central Branch," "Eastern Branch," and "Southern Branch."

The three major branches had their own territories and rarely interacted with each other. Among them, the position of the president of the Eastern Branch had been vacant for a long time, and the two vice presidents, Grim-eyed Judge and Gu King, had been competing for the position for many years.

The Two Sects referred to the Illusionist-composed Void Sect, divided into the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect based on region.

The One Asura referred to the Militia of the War God composed of Bewitching Demons. The leader of the Militia of the War God was called Asura.

"Sister Guan Ya, why is it not a 'War God Master' but an 'Asura' for the 'Three Societies, Two Sects, and One Asura'?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed his confusion to the old driver.

Guan Ya turned her head gracefully: "You're looking at the forces of evil professions?"

Zhang Yuanqing said, "Isn't Black Impermanence from the Eastern Branch of the Spiritual Energy Society? I participated in the search and arrest operation, so I wanted to take the opportunity to check what evil organizations there are."

Guan Ya nodded, then revealed a dazed look, falling into memories:

"Asura... When I was young, my mother often used the Asura of the Militia of the War God to scare me, and when my mother was young, my grandmother often used Asura to scare her."

"Good heavens, is Asura a tool for scaring children passed down in your family?" Zhang Yuanqing quipped.

"He is an invincible existence, a terrifying existence among The Way of the Extraordinary, like a demon god in myths and legends who will eventually destroy the world. Terrifying, invincible, but infinitely distant. That's my impression of him," Guan Ya said.

"How do the five Alliance Leaders compare to him?" Zhang Yuanqing asked curiously.

Guan Ya thought for a while and shook her head:

"How can I estimate the combat power at that level? But in terms of reputation, the five Alliance Leaders are far inferior to Asura. And inferring from the saying 'Three Societies, Two Sects, and One Asura,' I think the five Alliance Leaders are not as good as Asura. Well, this is just my opinion."

Wang Tai next to him chimed in, "If there were videos of their respective battles, I could analyze the data to determine who is stronger, the Alliance Leaders or Asura."

"How could you find videos of that level of combat?" Zhang Yuanqing shrugged. "Brother Wang Tai, why don't you analyze who is stronger in a hand-to-hand fight between me and Sister Guan Ya?"

Wang Tai said seriously:

"If you don't use items, two of you are not her match."

Guan Ya shook her head. What a boring man. At this time, you should answer: "Is there even a need to ask? There are only tired oxen, no ruined fields."

"Yuanshi is still more interesting."

....

Near noon, Zhang Yuanqing heard a hearty laugh coming from the first floor:

"Ahahaha, you still remember me? Hello everyone, hello everyone. I will come to work often in the future. Feel free to come to me if you need anything. I'll cover you..."

Although the tone was heroic, the voice was clear and childish. Just listening to it, Zhang Yuanqing imagined a little girl standing with her hands on her hips, laughing heartily.

A few seconds later, footsteps came from the steel staircase.

Zhang Yuanqing poked his head out and saw a girl first. She was very short, probably in the second year of junior high school, with delicate features that had not fully developed yet.

She had a head of fiery red, shoulder-length hair.

She climbed up, stomping with a gait of someone who did not acknowledge anyone, strutting up the stairs.

Behind the little girl was a middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt and casual pants, with black-framed glasses, and a gloomy temperament. His hair was messy, and at first glance, he looked a bit like a darkened version of Wang Tai.

"Wang Tai, is this your brother?" Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Wang Tai's position.

Wang Tai lowered his head and worked, ignoring the movements around him.

Guan Ya stood up with a smile to welcome the two returning colleagues.

"Hello, Sister Guan Ya, I'm back again!" The red-haired girl raised her hand and greeted her heartily. Her eyes fell on Zhang Yuanqing, and she said loudly:

"Is he the new colleague? The one who charged into the enemy camp alone and fought the Xiahou family's minions for three days and three nights, Yuanshi Tianzun?"

"Huh? When did I fight the Xiahou family's minions for three days and three nights?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.

Guan Ya opened her palm and introduced Zhang Yuanqing to the girl:

"Jiang Jingwei, level 3 Fire Master, 14 years old, still in junior high school. Well, you should be in school, right?"

"I don't go anymore. My dad said that studying delays people, and the school teaches nothing but nonsense." Jiang Jingwei walked over, tiptoed,

slapped Zhang Yuanqing on the shoulder, and laughed heartily:

"Ahaha, as expected, you are a talented person. Follow me from now on. I like young people with a sense of justice."

Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder was sore from the pat, and his head was buzzing. He felt that the person patting his shoulder was not a 14-year-old girl, but the burly Lu Zhishen, who would clasp his hands in the next second and say:

"Brother!"

A girl's skin, Lu Zhishen's soul?

At this time, Jiang Jingwei noticed Wang Tai and was taken aback:

"Huh, are you new here too?"

Wang Tai: "I'm not. We've met before."

Jiang Jingwei was even more surprised: "Impossible, why don't I have any impression of you?"

Wang Tai: ""

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing didn't know whether to complain about Wang Tai's extraordinary talent or Jiang Jingwei's carelessness.

Guan Ya continued to introduce:

"This is Senior Teng Yuan, a level 4 Water Ghost, temporarily acting as the squad leader."

Zhang Yuanqing took back his attention and said respectfully, "Squad Leader Teng Yuan."

The middle-aged man had dull eyes and a dull expression, as if he lacked enthusiasm for life. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a hollow voice:

"To correct you, the name after the first job change for a Water Ghost is Plague God."

He nodded to Zhang Yuanqing: "Not bad, young people are always full of energy and a sense of justice. I admire young people like you, but I must also remind you that this is just a job. Always remember that your life is the most important thing. How sad it is to risk your life for work."

"Huh?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. This was not the praise with big promises and motivational speeches that he had imagined.

Teng Yuan continued:

"I worked overnight to formulate new rules and regulations. During my tenure as the acting squad leader, everyone must strictly abide by this set of rules. Anyone who violates my rules will be severely punished."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing perked up, thinking that this was the new official lighting three fires when taking office. The new leader was going to set rules.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a negative attitude and a hollow tone, and said:

"First: No overtime!

"Second: Paid leave is allowed.

"Third: No clocking in at work.

"Fourth: You don't need my permission to take leave.

"Fifth: If you have to work overtime, overtime pay will be tripled.

"Sixth: Weekends are changed to three-day weekends.

"Seventh..."

Zhang Yuanqing's mouth opened a little, his expression dull, his head buzzing, echoing with messy thoughts:

"Is this really a leader? Are there such leaders in the world? Can Chief Zhen permanently be transferred away?"

As the sun set, a blue sports car drove into the underground parking garage of a hotel.

The black market was located on the three basement levels of this hotel. In addition to the black market, the Boxing King also ran underground boxing matches.

Guan Ya parked the car, opened the door, and said, "We're here."

She put on a long trench coat to cover her attractive figure, and changed her high heels to running shoes.

Guan Ya's explanation was that although The Way of the Extraordinary who were active in the black market were all registered, wild practitioners were after all undisciplined, arrogant, and did not value rules. And she was so beautiful, so alluring.

She would definitely be targeted by lustful people, causing trouble, so she had to put on a coat.

Zhang Yuanqing thought that this woman was just as conceited as her cousin, but looking at her round honey peaches, tall and proud breasts, and charming and delicate face, he could only endure her boasting.

Under Guan Ya's guidance, the two came to a freight elevator.

A burly, tall man guarded the entrance of the freight elevator, scrutinizing the two who were walking over with fierce eyes.

Guan Ya took out a stack of cash from her trench coat pocket and handed it over. This was the "ticket" to enter the black market, 10,000 per person.

The strong man took it and pressed the down button.

The freight elevator door opened, and Guan Ya led Zhang Yuanqing into the car.

As the car descended, Guan Ya and Zhang Yuanqing put on masks and baseball caps.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and a stuffy breath mixed with the smell of sweat and smoke, along with a noisy sound, rushed towards them.

Zhang Yuanqing looked around, and the space outside the elevator was wide. This black market was converted from an underground parking lot and divided into two major areas.

In the left area, there was a huge arena, and two sturdy men with bare upper bodies were fighting fist to fist, and the audience below cheered.

The outer perimeter was some stalls selling drinks and food.

The right area was much quieter, with stalls arranged in an orderly manner. There were not many people visiting the black market to buy things, only a few scattered individuals.

At a stall, Zhang Yuanqing saw a familiar face, Boss Bailong. She was leading two younger brothers, strolling around the stalls.

"Bailong used to be a boxing champion in the arena."

Guan Ya also noticed her and said with a smile, "She likes to buy things and then fight a few matches, so that she can earn back the money she spent. The Way of the Extraordinary are limited by their moral value, so it is not difficult to make money, but it is very difficult to get rich. And the materials and props in the spiritual realm are all sky-high prices."

Sky-high prices? Zhang Yuanqing began to worry about his wallet.

The two walked straight to the right area. The things sold in the stalls were very miscellaneous and messy.

They mainly focused on materials, information, and guides. Basically, there were no props, and even if there were, they were some props with relatively useless functions.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped at a stall, pointed to a jar containing "dark green slurry", and asked, "What is this?"

He sensed that the slurry contained a strong yin energy.

The stall owner said, "Zombie fluid."

"How much?"

"50,000."

"Damn, that's so expensive?" Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, and pointed to a red crystal: "What is this?"

"A blasting stone produced in the Fire Master dungeon, a consumable item," the stall owner said.

"How much?"

The stall owner glanced at him: "Two 'damns'."

"You're asking for a beating!" Zhang Yuanqing: "..."

He scanned the variety of materials in the stall, pondered for a few seconds, and silently summoned Little Doubi.

Only the spirit servant knows what materials are most suitable.

ps: I'll update the chapter with errors first and correct them later.