A kilometer away, by a small lake on the park lawn, a woman in white gracefully took in the entire scene. A complex smile rippled across her picture-perfect face.
She murmured to herself, "You always manage to surprise me. It seems my preparations were unnecessary after all."
The lakeside was quiet. A gentle breeze caressed her long, dark hair, and the lake's surface glistened. The night could not completely hide the beauty of the scenery.
Tu Xiao'an silently watched the director of the Demon Management Bureau rolling on the ground, shrieking and wailing. It was like watching a comedy film, and he was thoroughly enjoying the show.
CAW... CAW... CAW...
A pitch-black Blackbird flew onto Tu Xiao'an's shoulder just then and asked in surprise, "Tu the Kid, what on earth did you do? How did he end up like this?"
