Comrade Ryan Walker: In the 2015 special campaigns such as “Comprehensive Rectification of Three Major Violations by Supernaturals in East China,” “Strive for Glory Again with a Hundred Days of Hard Work,” “Lonely Banshees Deliver Warmth,” and “Comprehensive Popularization of Knowledge on Peaceful Coexistence between Humans and Banshees,” you performed excellently and achieved outstanding results. You are hereby awarded the title of “Outstanding Individual” as encouragement.

—— East China Branch, National Non-Human Affairs Bureau

Mr. Ryan Walker: In view of your active and important role in combating “Transnational Evil Supernatural Organizations” and maintaining stability in incidents such as the “International Banshee Bauhinia Alliance,” you have contributed to world peace. You have fully demonstrated the superiority and necessity of the official joint law enforcement system for supernaturals worldwide.

You are hereby awarded the honorary title of “Top Ten Outstanding Young Supernaturals in the World” as encouragement.

—— United Association of Official Supernatural Organizations of Major World Economies

Chapter 0001 Even Old Ladies Get Scammed?

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3:30 p.m.

The August sun scorched the earth, and the urban heat island effect had turned the entire city into a boiling steamer.

Ryan Walker was weakly pedaling a tricycle, beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks and splattering onto the asphalt, evaporating within seconds and vanishing without a trace.

His grass-green vest had long since alternated between wet and dry, giving off an unpleasant sour stench.

He kept his head down, his gaze unfocused, numbly watching the seemingly melting asphalt road endlessly recede behind the tricycle—just like his own dull and exhausting life, with no end in sight.

Graduating from college meant unemployment, and Ryan Walker had even managed to lose his girlfriend along the way. In just a few months, he had fully experienced the harsh realities of society. These days, an ordinary college graduate was truly worth very little.

His current job, which he’d been at for over two months, sounded impressive: regional business manager for an international medical equipment company, complete with a company vehicle.

But in reality, he was just a deliveryman for the local pharmacies, delivering a third-rate brand of condoms. The so-called company vehicle was this rickety pedal tricycle beneath him, which squeaked and rattled with every push.

A few minutes later, Ryan Walker looked up at the intersection ahead. After one more turn past the market, he’d reach the last pharmacy in his area.

Once he finished work and got home, he could enjoy a refreshing cold shower and reward himself with a bottle of ice-cold beer.

Just thinking about that icy beer sent a chill of delight through Ryan Walker, lifting his spirits and dispelling much of the heat in his heart. He pedaled faster.

Meanwhile, somewhere in space, invisible to the naked eye—

A fiery red meteor, only the size of a millstone, silently entered the upper atmosphere. Colliding and rubbing against the extremely thin air, it emitted a faint red glow. Under the increasing pull of Earth’s gravity, it began to accelerate toward the ground.

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“Mrs. Bolton, haven’t seen you out working for quite a few days now.” In the small shop by the market, a middle-aged man wearing only a pair of big shorts fanned himself with a tattered palm-leaf fan and joked, “The neighbors all thought you died on the job—run over or something.”

“Derek Carter, you’re always out flirting with young girls and married women all over the street, and you call yourself a good person?” Mrs. Bolton, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking rather refined, tapped her cane on the glass counter and said with a strong voice, “Get me two jin of white sugar and a pot of soy sauce. Don’t piss me off, or one day I’ll throw myself under your crappy Jinbei van if I’m in a bad mood.”

“Alright, alright, just kidding, don’t get mad.” Derek Carter took her money and goods, grinning as he packed them into her shopping basket. “All your little stunts aren’t getting you anywhere. If you ask me, just grit your teeth and pick a luxury car to throw yourself at. No matter what happens, your gambling son could get a hundred thousand or so for your retirement.”

“Who cares about that gambling addict? I just feel bad for my grandson who can’t afford his college tuition.” Mrs. Bolton picked up her basket and walked angrily to the billboard by the roadside, letting out a long sigh. She’d raised a useless son who only knew how to drink, gamble, and borrow money everywhere. Now even relatives and friends avoided them.

But her grandson’s tuition was due soon, and she was still several thousand short…

Mrs. Bolton gritted her teeth and looked around furtively.

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Ryan Walker turned the handlebars, and the tricycle jolted a few times, squeaking as it headed toward the market. Just then, a white Maserati sped past him.

The cool breeze it stirred up refreshed Ryan Walker, who stared enviously at the flashy sports car.

Suddenly, an old lady stepped out from under the billboard ahead, hobbling quickly with her cane toward the middle of the road.

Ryan Walker's heart tightened, but before he could shout, the Maserati screeched, making a sharp right-angle turn to avoid the old lady, then accelerated away with a roar.