"Senior Le Zhi's methods... are seriously freaky."

Outside the one-way glass, Shening watched everything unfold in the interrogation room, still unnerved by the "exceptionally cruel" zombie girl.

"Oh? Really?"

The black-haired girl standing beside Wanghong craned her neck around the captain’s towering frame, eyeing the buzz-cut youth with disdain. "Then why were your eyes glued to Senior Le Zhi when she wasn’t wearing clothes just now?"

"Hey! I was not!" Shening’s face flushed crimson at Yue Sibei’s jab.

"Sibei, don’t slander my innocence!" The young man stammered, eyes darting away. "Senior Le Zhi’s figure is so flat! I prefer mature ladies with curves, okay?"

"Please." Sibei rolled her eyes, twisting the knife. "You were practically drooling. And stop calling me ‘Beibei’ like we’re close. I’m not familiar with weirdos like you. Use my full name. Thanks."

"Hey! We’ve worked together for ages—you’re this heartless?"

"Don’t come near me. Getting close to perverts causes pregnancy..."

Shening, 24, worked in the Scavenger Squad’s Discipline Division. Though two years older than Sibei from the Liaison Division, they’d joined the squad on the same day last year—making them reluctant cohorts. Despite clashing personalities, work forced them into an uneasy truce. Truth was, the sharp-tongued black-haired girl never missed a chance to needle Shening.

*Thump.*

Midway through their bickering, a pair of iron hands—massive as mountain peaks—settled silently on their shoulders. Like stone guardian lions quelling chaos, those bronze-hued palms instantly silenced the bickering pair.

"Enough. Quiet down."

Captain Wanghong’s voice was steel. Sibei shrank like an ostrich; Shening offered a stiff, awkward smile. *Don’t mess with Captain Wang...*

"Heyhey~ Who called my body ‘flat’ just now? Step up. Maybe I’ll spare your life~"

As Wanghong reprimanded his rookies, zombie girl Le Zhi shuffled out of the interrogation room. Dressed only in a loose white lab coat, she dragged her slippers with lazy *thwaps*.

Shening turned ghostly pale at her appearance.

"Hoo~ Who was it?" Le Zhi’s cute face glowed with playful mischief. Her emerald eyes swept over the trio—tall, short, and captain. Her gaze felt soft, like a shy neighbor girl’s. Yet Shening dared not meet it.

In Ashi City’s Scavenger Squad, one rule reigned supreme:

***Never, ever piss off Le Zhi. Unless you’re tired of living.***

Two reasons.

First: Among all divisions, only two "Ferocious Rank" Extraordinary Beings existed. One was Wanghong, Discipline Captain and Ashi’s ace. The other? Le Zhi—the unassuming, monk-like head of Interrogation. In this brute-force organization, power trumped everything. Even without using her "Special Ability," Le Zhi’s raw combat strength dwarfed "Strong Rank" fighters. And "Weak Rank" rookies? Barely snacks.

Second: Le Zhi’s innate ability—

***Flesh Weaving.***

Like when she’d "executed" Wolf earlier, she could reshape flesh at will—hers or others’. Merging into bodies like clay. Extracting organs without killing. If her power allowed it, it was effortless.

Sure, this gift belonged in medicine...

But Le Zhi shared a trait with Little Succubus Nainai: an "exotic dietary need." Normal food couldn’t sustain her. To survive, she devoured *fear*. Her purpose? To terrify. The more terror she harvested, the stronger she grew. Hospitals healed; Le Zhi haunted. So she joined the Scavengers as an interrogator—where her playful, sadistic streak thrived. (She also moonlighted as a surprisingly skilled forensic pathologist. A medical loophole, perhaps?)

Her reputation? Built on sanity-shattering interrogations and unmatched power. Nobody risked crossing her. Who wanted to wake up missing a kidney?

"Senior Le Zhi—it was him!" Sibei sold Shening out without blinking.

"I didn’t! I wouldn’t!" Shening’s face drained of color. His teeth chattered; his knees buckled. *I’m dead. Dead!* He cursed his big mouth. *Admiring a beautiful woman’s body—what’s wrong with that? Real men appreciate beauty!* Now he’d traded dignity for doom.

"Hmm?" Le Zhi planted tiny hands on her hips, tilting her head up at the buzz-cut giant. Spring light teased through her swaying lab coat, revealing a stitched, jade-hued body radiating eerie allure. "Don’t like my flawless, youthful figure?" She arched a brow, smiling sweetly.

*Youthful? She’s green all right.* Shening bit his tongue.

"No! I love it! Absolutely!" He nodded frantically, shame forgotten.

"Pervert," Sibei muttered, her glare sharpening.

"Oh?" Le Zhi’s grin deepened. Emerald eyes glinted with sadistic glee. "You said you like curvy older sisters? I’m old enough... but this flat chest hardly counts as ‘curvy,’ hmm~?"

A death-trap question.

"No! Curves are crap! I adore flat chests!" Shening’s smile was rigid, desperate. *Survival first. Dignity later.* At least only three witnesses: Wanghong (too stern to gossip), Le Zhi (too private), and...

He turned slowly.

Sibei’s delicate face wore a malicious grin. Her phone screen flashed: **[RECORDING]**.

*She set me up.*

A young man’s vibrant heart died on the spot.