High School Student with Immortal Race System

The night was deep, the neon lights flickered.

After the sun set, this super-metropolis seemed to fall into another world.

One full of desire and mystery.

On the rooftop of an old residential building somewhere in the Black Tortoise District near the Yellow Dragon District, three figures in tight-fitting outfits—two squatting, one standing—struck the pose of experts.

"Is this stakeout really going to work? It’s been completely useless. With all this time, I could be working at a convenience store. At least I’d get paid for standing around all night."

The effeminate man, ever the pessimist, sounded exhausted.

Wan Mengjie tried to cheer them up. "But we called for backup, didn’t we? With Junior Brother Yang here, our efficiency is up by 33%!"

"It’s a huge area. We just went from three people to four..."

Just as he spoke, a figure leaped lightly toward them from a distance. Yang Shen, dressed in a simple tracksuit, raised a hand. "Good evening. I’m here."

Wan Mengjie nodded. "Alright, let me go over the situation. This is a map of the area. We’ll each take a sector. The main plan is to patrol and stake out, sweeping continuously."

Yang Shen scratched his temple. "Can we really find him this way? Why are we so sure he’ll come back here?"

The sturdy man shrugged. "It’s mainly because we have no other choice... And it’s relatively safe."

Wan Mengjie instructed, "Remember! Whatever you do, do not engage in a direct confrontation. Even though you’re the Champion Scholar, you only recently reached the Innate realm. If you spot a potential target, notify us immediately. We’ll try to go over and chat him up, get some information. He doesn’t know we’re investigating him."

’This senior is actually looking out for her junior,’ Yang Shen thought to himself. ’She’s surprisingly nice.’

’Just not very bright...’

She added a few more reminders, like if they ran into fellow Nightwalkers, they shouldn’t start a fight. If the police found them, they especially shouldn’t start a fight—just go down, admit fault, and say they were only practicing their cultivation.

In short, her message was: The waters of Jianghuai run deep at night, and you, junior, can’t handle it.

Lie low to stay safe, and only earn money that’s within your abilities.

Wan Mengjie even proudly declared that in their year as Nightwalkers, the trio had barely been injured.

Of course, they’d also barely earned any money.

With that, she pulled four pairs of stockings from her pocket. "Let’s divide these. We’re all Jiangti students. We can’t afford a real criminal record. The school tacitly allows us to earn some extra cash, but it’s another story if we get caught."

Yang Shen finally asked the question that had been bugging him. "Why stockings? Wouldn’t a face mask be better?"

Wan Mengjie replied, "They provide cover but are also breathable. And unlike a mask, they won’t come loose during strenuous activity. Plus, they’re easy to carry and offer better concealment at night..."

The main reason Yang Shen had recognized Wan Mengjie on their second meeting was his powerful night vision.

But for the average person, and especially for cameras, black stockings were indeed much more effective than a mask at night.

Wan Mengjie emphasized, "Don’t worry, I washed them."

’Is this a fucking question of whether they’re washed or not? Are brand-new stockings that expensive?!’

Yang Shen held up a hand. "Say no more... I’ll just use a mask. I brought my own."

The sturdy man immediately took his share. "I’ll take yours then."

He quickly pulled it over his head and took a few muffled breaths.

After that, the four of them split up. They kept a large distance between each other, but thanks to the good vantage point from the high ground, they managed to cover a very large area in total.

Yang Shen arrived at his designated spot alone, slipped into an abandoned water meter room, and re-emerged a few minutes later.

He was now in the signature look of the "Helmet Monster."

Bare-chested, he revealed lean, chiseled muscles. At six-foot-one, he struck the perfect balance between handsome and powerfully built.

Yang Shen touched his black helmet. ’The "Helmet Monster" is such a lame name...’ he thought.

’Is that my only defining characteristic?’

’Why not "The Nocturnal Noble with a Body Carved from Marble"?’

However, since they had just met, having an identical build would be too obvious. Yang Shen placed a hand on his pectoral muscle, and a black substance covered half of his torso, forming a "thin armor" that was more for show than for actual protection.

It was somewhat similar to the appearance of Black Rope back then, who had used a similar method to control his paralyzed half.

As long as the signature helmet remained, he wouldn’t be mistaken for someone else.

He knew exactly where the stocking trio was, which made things very convenient...

After a moment’s thought, he headed toward Wan Mengjie’s area, not forgetting to make a phone call...

——————

A few kilometers away, on the roof of a commercial building, Wan Mengjie was watching for any sign of movement over a vast area.

Occasionally, she would spot a Martial Artist dashing across the rooftops in the night. She would take out her binoculars to get a better look, but none of them were the person she was looking for.

The nights in Jianghuai were lively, but this method of relying on luck was indeed very inefficient.

Just then, her phone rang. "Senior, I see someone who looks like the ’Helmet Monster.’ He’s heading in your direction, moving fast. I can’t keep up."

"What? Where is he?"

"To your... right!"

Wan Mengjie didn’t have time to wonder how Yang Shen knew which way she was facing. She immediately turned and, sure enough, saw a figure in a strange helmet leaping lightly in the distance.

After confirming the target, Wan Mengjie pushed off with her feet and leaped dozens of meters in a single bound.

She was a junior in college. Her academic performance was average, but her combat skills were decent.

Or rather, her combat skill was the art of escape.

In reality, a girl with her pretty face who also liked to dress up had to have a few tricks up her sleeve to participate in "nighttime extracurriculars."

Otherwise, she herself might become someone else’s "nighttime extracurricular."

The "Helmet Monster" wasn’t moving very fast. Wan Mengjie gradually closed the distance and, following their agreed-upon plan, tried to get friendly.

This way, it would be easier to avoid conflict and also gather some intelligence.

She had even dressed up specially for today, wearing a pair of hot pants, precisely to increase her safety!

"Hey! Senior, we meet again. What a coincidence."

The Helmet Monster stopped, standing atop a water tower and looking down at her. His voice was muffled and rough.

"What is it?"

Wan Mengjie raised her hands to show she meant no harm. "I just felt it was fate. Last time, our mission targets were the same. I was just wondering if Senior managed to complete your mission successfully."

In truth, her palms were sweating as she said this...

They were thirty meters apart, a distance she believed was safe enough for a quick escape.

’What a hassle...’ Yang Shen thought. ’If you want to fish for information, just do it directly.’ So he said bluntly, "That wasn’t my mission. That was my prey."

Wan Mengjie’s heart skipped a beat as she analyzed the deeper meaning of his words. "Is that so? I thought you had taken a job. Senior, did you happen to find an item with a runic effect before? That’s actually our target. We’re willing to buy it at a high price."

’You should probably just buy a few more pairs of new stockings,’ Yang Shen thought, worried that the sturdy teammate might get an upper respiratory infection.

"I’m not planning to sell. If that’s all you wanted to ask, you can leave."

Wan Mengjie smiled. "My name is Liu Juan. May I ask for Senior’s name...?"

’I’m dressed like this, and you think I’d be stupid enough to tell you my name? If I were anyone else, you’d already be folded into thirds.’

But thinking of his purpose for being here, a mischievous idea suddenly popped into his head.

"My name is Luo Sheng. Demon Cop Luo Sheng. You can remember that name."

As he spoke, he raised a finger, and a small cluster of flames emerged, like a small candle.

"Also, I’ve mastered a fire-based Martial Art and the Overlapping Waves technique. And I like to smoke."

"I’m also proficient in tracking and counter-tracking. My day job is as a criminal detective, but when I’m on vacation, I sometimes come out to take care of some private matters that can’t see the light of day."

Wan Mengjie quickly waved her hands. "Don’t say any more, don’t say any more, Senior!"

"Why?"

"I wasn’t trying to pry, just making small talk... Senior, you don’t have to say anything more..."

’Any more and I feel like you’re going to silence me for good.’

A slight smile formed on Yang Shen’s lips beneath the helmet. "It’s fine. I just think you have nice legs. In the future, when you’re out at night in Jianghuai, if you run into trouble, just drop my name—Demon Cop Luo Sheng."

Without further hesitation, he turned and vanished into the night. Wan Mengjie didn’t dare to follow.

He was still highly suspicious of Luo Sheng. But no matter who the client behind the stocking trio’s mission was, his first step was to muddy the waters.

’So reporting you didn’t work, huh? Then I’ll just have to try another way.’

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