"It looks like no one else is coming today," Shao Zifeng glanced at the time and said to the little ones beside him, stretching lazily.
It was five o'clock, and the eastern sky was revealing a faint light of dawn. The once sleeping city began to wake up, and food carts with lights on passed through the People's Square from time to time, starting a day of diligent work.
He just needed to wait for an officer from Dragon City's Supernatural Management Department to take over his shift, and his first day's task would be completed. However, he did not need to meet the person who came; after all, he didn't have an official identity—not even considered an employee, at best a friend helping out.
With Lingling's help, it was convenient to clean up the traces of the fight on the rooftop. Even the dried bloodstains were burned to a crisp with flame and then crushed and scattered in the wind.
