Where there is light, there is darkness—no matter the era, no matter the place.
Though you may live in a peaceful and beautiful city, filled with sunshine and laughter, once night falls, the demons lurking in the shadows will extend their sharp claws.
In a remote, abandoned factory in Tokonosu City…
A middle-aged foreign man with blond hair carried a suitcase, followed by two burly men in suits.
He kept glancing around, seemingly searching for something, his brows furrowed. Clearly, the man was wary, and his mood was far from good.
Finding no signs of anything unusual, the foreign man's expression relaxed slightly. He signaled to one of the men behind him.
The black-suited man nodded, stepped forward, and pushed open the iron door that had been corroded by time and was on the verge of collapse.
"Creak…"
Under the quiet night, the sound of the iron gate was unusually loud. As it was continuously pushed open, the moonlight streamed in.
A portly middle-aged Eastern man, dressed in a black suit, a black hat on his head, and wearing black sunglasses, with a thick, unshaven lip holding a long cigar, looked every bit the stereotypical gang boss.
Behind the portly man stood dozens of burly men, each with a menacing expression and holding a long machete, their blades reflecting the dazzling moonlight.
"Mr. Tanaka, you're as poor as ever, still making your men use such cheap and outdated weapons."
Despite the significant disparity in numbers, the foreign man showed no sign of nervousness. With a thick Western accent and a sarcastic tone, he addressed the portly man.
Hearing this, the burly men behind the portly man showed a hint of anger. At their boss's command, they would rush out without hesitation and chop this pretentious foreigner into pieces!
Raising a large, fat hand adorned with various gemstone rings to signal the men to calm down, the portly man exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a greasy smile:
"Mr. Mike, a lot has happened over the past few years, and things haven't been easy for me."
"These things are indeed a bit shabby, which is why I sought you out, Mr. Mike. I hope you've brought what I asked for?"
The man clearly had a deep and cunning mind, seemingly unbothered by the other's disdainful expression, and looked at the foreign man's suitcase with a hint of anticipation.
"Hmph! I'm a man of my word, unlike you deceitful Easterners."
"However, Mr. Tanaka, are you sure you want to make the deal here? Honestly, you're the most incompetent yet bravest person I've ever met."
Seemingly annoyed by the portly man's doubts, the foreign man couldn't help but mock him again. However, his ultimate goal today was to make the deal, and he didn't want to dwell on other matters, though he felt that choosing such a casual location was irresponsible for both parties.
"Haha, Mr. Mike, you can rest assured. Look!"
The portly man naturally understood the other's meaning but didn't seem to care, still wearing that inscrutable smile, and pointed to one side of the room.
The foreign man, called Mike, followed the gesture and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy tied up there, his mouth gagged with a cloth. The boy's face was streaked with tears, looking utterly pitiful and terrified as he stared in their direction.
"Mr. Tanaka, who is that?"
Without a hint of sympathy, the foreign man asked with some confusion.
"The son of a certain councilman. With him here, no one will disturb us at this time."
With a fox-like, sinister smile, the portly man replied.
"Although a bit old-fashioned, it's not a bad idea. Then, let's proceed with the deal."
Clearly not taking it seriously, the foreign man's expression did relax somewhat.
Putting down his suitcase and opening it, to the astonishment of the burly men behind the portly man, a dense array of firearms was revealed.
"Hahaha, excellent! With these, I don't believe we can't kill that monster!"
Unable to contain himself, the portly man burst into a slightly maniacal laugh.
However, when mentioning the so-called "monster," a flash of fear crossed the man's face, but it was quickly replaced by endless hatred.
"Alright, Mr. Tanaka, once you pay, these are all yours. You can celebrate later; I don't want to stay here a moment longer!"
Frowning, the foreign man said with some dissatisfaction.
"Uh…" Regaining his composure, the portly man also felt a bit awkward and was about to say something.
But at that moment, a voice suddenly rang out:
"Scum like you, since you're here, you might as well stay!"
A girl's voice, an incredibly cold girl's voice, echoed endlessly under the dark night sky…
The portly man and the burly men behind him showed extreme terror, as if the owner of this voice was a demon from hell.
The foreign man was also startled at first, but upon seeing the panicked expressions of the portly man and his men, he showed a disdainful smile and pulled out a finely crafted pistol from his coat.
To be frightened by a little girl who appeared out of nowhere, indeed, Easterners are all cowards!
Thinking this, the foreign man and his two henchmen began searching for the source of the voice, ready to shoot the meddlesome and foolish girl.
Sss…
They didn't find the girl, but they heard the sound of air being torn.
An orange spear, glowing faintly under the moonlight, shot like lightning through the dark sky directly towards them!
Thud…
The sound of blood spurting, the foreign man looked down at the spear piercing his chest, his face filled with disbelief even in his final moments!
"Fuck! Fire! Fire!"
Witnessing their boss die in such a bizarre manner, the two black-clad henchmen finally showed extreme terror, unable to hold back, they pulled the trigger and fired wildly in all directions!
A figure flashed, under the night sky, the figure of a girl with long orange hair appeared. With ghostly speed, the girl had already appeared beside the two black-clad henchmen!
Bang!
"Ah…"
With a whip-like kick, one of the henchmen let out a scream, his body flying like a cannonball towards a wall, which collapsed with a loud crash, burying the henchman in the rubble.
With an elegant and graceful turn, a pink fist struck the other henchman's stomach.
With a look of disbelief, the seemingly slender fist delivered a tremendous force, and the other henchman also fainted and fell to the ground.
As if accustomed to such scenes, the girl paid no attention to the ghostly expressions of the onlookers, leisurely and naturally walked over, and pulled her spear from the foreign man's corpse.
Turning around, she swept the spear horizontally, a whirlwind emanating from the girl and spreading in all directions.
Standing there, the moonlight illuminated the girl's face, and everyone finally saw her clearly.
A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, tall and slender, wearing a tight sailor uniform that accentuated her well-developed, curvaceous figure. A gentle breeze blew, her long, smooth orange hair fluttering in the air, her beautiful face carrying a hint of fierceness, like a living goddess of war!
The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard continuously, as everyone looked at the girl in the distance, their hearts echoing the figure that had been admired by countless people over the past two years—
The urban legend, the Spear Princess of the Night…