The person Su Yamo saw had a tall and slender figure, standing atop the crown of a large tree, with their head held high, seemingly looking down at the police station below.
On this person's face was a Grey Wolf cartoon mask.
"As expected, it's Grey Wolf. No wonder these criminals are so frightened, repeatedly mentioning Grey Wolf's name."
Although she couldn't clearly see this person's appearance, Su Yamo felt exhilarated.
She lay before her computer, staring intently at Grey Wolf.
Despite the unclear appearance, Su Yamo constantly felt as if she had seen this person somewhere before; however, the photo was somewhat blurry, leaving her unable to recall at the moment.
Fortunately, knowing that the mysterious figure behind was Grey Wolf, Su Yamo considered it a gain.
In the following days, Su Yamo stood vigil outside the police station every night, using a DSLR, high-definition binoculars, and an infrared detector almost entirely.
Gradually, Su Yamo captured some traces of Grey Wolf.
It was known that Grey Wolf would hide in some corner of the city during the day, coming out only at night. Moreover, wherever illegal activity occurred in Wanghai City, Grey Wolf would appear promptly.
More strangely, Grey Wolf seemed to only know the police station where Su Yamo was, and even if Grey Wolf captured a bad person just outside another police station, he wouldn't even look at it and would directly take the bad person back to the station where Su Yamo was, sometimes even crossing half the city.
After discovering these situations, Su Yamo also found it puzzling.
She truly couldn't understand who this Grey Wolf actually was and whether he was sincerely assisting her or digging a big trap to frame her.
Su Yamo increasingly felt uncertain and resolved to find Grey Wolf, unmask him, and see who he really was.
However, if she stayed inside the police station, she surely couldn't catch Grey Wolf. Even if she occasionally saw his shadow, by the time Su Yamo chased after him, he would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Thus, Su Yamo decided to go on the offensive. Since Grey Wolf specifically caught bad people, she would go to places where bad people were plentiful and lie in wait.
On this night, the round moon hung like a wheel.
Wang Yan still sat atop a high building, searching all around for the source of evil. Beside him was the Grey Wolf mask and an antique-looking "walkman," playing the song "Eighteen Bends of the Mountain Road."
During these past few busy days, Wang Yan had rescued 72 victims and captured 376 bad guys.
Indeed, the demon pattern behind Wang Yan absorbed these merits and significantly increased energy, now firmly positioned at the Initial Tier of Demon Master, and soon about to break through to Mid-Tier.
Wang Yan felt pleased; at this rate, he could break through to Mid-Tier Demon Master tonight.
Only after these busy days, the nighttime security in Wanghai City had improved greatly. Previously, when viewed far and wide, there were bad people everywhere with an evil aura, but now they were increasingly fewer. Follow current novels on ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt
Wang Yan hummed a tune, looking around.
Suddenly, he saw twenty-plus men walking quickly down a street below, oddly all being cautious, each wearing a Grey Wolf mask identical to his.
Wang Yan smiled lightly and said, "As the ancient saying goes: a heart not upright leads to improper actions. This group acts sneakily, clearly up to no good. Moreover, they've copied my style, it's truly infuriating. I must follow them."
With that, Wang Yan put on the Grey Wolf mask, switched off the "walkman," and gracefully floated down to the ground.
At this moment, among the twenty-plus men on the street wearing Grey Wolf masks, the leader was a burly curly-haired man.
This man was clutching a briefcase, looking extremely tense.
Walking beside him was a skinny man who kept cheering the curly-haired man on, saying, "Boss Mao, don't be afraid; with our thirty-plus men, nothing will happen."
The man referred to as Boss Mao said, "Damn it, if it hadn't been decided a month ago to deliver today, I wouldn't have come out tonight. Damn, it's truly terrifying."
The skinny man said, "I suppose it's not so scary, just outsiders' nonsense. I don't believe there'd be any ghost wearing a Grey Wolf mask."
Boss Mao said, "Better to believe there is than not." Saying this, Boss Mao looked around fearfully and kept mumbling, "Brother Grey Wolf, we're on the same team. Don't mistake us, okay?"
As he spoke, Boss Mao adjusted his mask as if afraid Grey Wolf wouldn't see it.
Just then, Wang Yan had landed on the ground, amused by Boss Mao's words.
Now hearing Boss Mao talk about delivering something, it was presumably not anything good, otherwise, they wouldn't deliver at night.
At the moment, Wang Yan didn't act immediately but instead followed the group of thirty-plus men.
This group was all Boss Mao's lackeys, usually very familiar. But now, as they wore Grey Wolf masks, Wang Yan blended in with them without being recognized.
The sight of Boss Mao and the thirty-plus men passing through alleyways to a deserted warehouse entrance unfolded.
After standing outside the warehouse for a while and seeing no anomalies outside, Boss Mao shook his head and signaled.
The skinny man immediately went to the warehouse door and clapped with a rhythm of three short, one long, one short.
Once the skinny man clapped three rounds, the warehouse door slowly opened a gap.
Without hesitation, Boss Mao led the thirty-plus men inside the warehouse, naturally followed by Wang Yan.
Once the thirty men entered, the warehouse door slowly closed.
Upon entering, the warehouse was spacious, roughly the size of a football field, with several dangling lights from the ceiling emitting dim light.
In the dim light, wooden crates lined both sides of the warehouse, stacked seven or eight people high, nearly filling the entire space.
Boss Mao and the thirty-plus men walked a narrow wooden crate path toward the warehouse's center.
However, just as they reached the middle, a dozen floodlights from the warehouse ceiling suddenly turned on, beaming at Boss Mao and his group. Next, several dozen armed men with assault rifles emerged atop the wooden crates, aiming at Boss Mao.
Upon seeing the assault rifles, Wang Yan, standing behind Boss Mao, wasn't too alarmed, but when he saw these armed men, he couldn't help yelling, "Ghost!"