Chapter 65
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Chapter 65: The Savior Betrayed Babel Tower
“I am here, always waiting for the end of overtime.”
Bai Yan glanced at his phone and realized it was already 1 am. He felt an urge to return home.
However, with so many events unfolding today, it was clearly a night meant for working late.
Many colleagues were still searching the scene. If he weren’t an office worker, he probably wouldn’t be able to leave now. After all, his ability of “Connection” was particularly suited for intelligence gathering.
Of course, there was more than one person who possessed intelligence-gathering abilities, so the Night Watchers didn’t necessarily need to keep him at the scene.
Ah, what if they forcibly call me back for overtime later? Please don’t, he thought. I’ve already been caught in the rain and I’m about to catch a cold and fever. My constitution is merely that of an ordinary person.
While Bai Yan was lost in thought, Alan pushed the door open and explained his presence with a smile.
“Congratulations, talented Bai Yan. You’re about to be promoted.”
“What do you mean?”
Bai Yan widened his eyes, feigning confusion.
“I’m saying that you have the opportunity to become a true Night Watcher, to become an operative like me. If you don’t wish to decline, then come with me now to meet the director.”
“Anyone can be a clerical worker, but field work is different.”
Alan smiled, his face adorned with expressions of pride and congratulation.
He sincerely regarded Bai Yan as his own brother, naturally feeling pleased that he qualified as a true Night Watcher.
Bai Yan wasn’t just a friend and benefactor to him, but a true brother.
“We can fight side by side now,” Alan murmured, recalling the past when he only knew fear, though now things were different.
Fighting together, but not necessarily shoulder to shoulder.
Bai Yan fell silent for a moment, then smiled and said, “Indeed, but there’s something I wish to ask you first.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Alan nodded gently and waited for Bai Yan’s question. Did he want to inquire about the Night Watcher’s compensation? Alan had a feeling this fellow might be interested in such matters.
“Does someone in the agency… have any connection with that Babel Tower?”
Bai Yan spoke slowly, his tone slightly solemn.
In an instant, Alan felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, causing a tingling sensation throughout his entire body.
What? How did he know… Could it be that he found me? But that’s simply impossible.
“Why would you think that? Did you discover some clue? Who do you suspect?”
Alan hesitated, unsure if Bai Yan had noticed the image of him and Mu Ling fighting together, given Bai Yan’s strong ability to extract information.
“Don’t worry about it, I was just asking casually. It just seemed strange that they could escape every time before the Demon Hunt Agency arrived. I thought perhaps this was due to a mole within the agency.”
Bai Yan maintained a relaxed expression and a smile.
When he played Werewolves of Miller’s Hollow, he also enjoyed stirring up trouble, despite occasionally exposing himself; it was quite thrilling.
Moreover, Alan’s reaction greatly satisfied Bai Yan. This scoundrel had actually deceived him for so long. Of course, he had to exact revenge!
And for some reason… Bai Yan actually hoped that Alan would be honest with him.
But he soon regretted it.
I am a fraud, a deceiver, the biggest liar of all, and yet I wish my friends would always speak truthfully to me.
Then Bai Yan quickly changed the subject.
“Maybe I’m just overthinking it, let’s go.”
Alan let out a sigh of relief. “Damn it,” he thought, “I certainly didn’t volunteer to join Babel Tower!”
But inexplicably, he had become a member of the Babel Tower!
Savior… this enigmatic and dreadful entity perhaps lies beyond the scope of the Demon Hunt Agency’s effective combat.
Alan vaguely realized that this person would be far more powerful and formidable than “Pastor” and “Queen of the Scarlet Moon.”
Perhaps opposing the Babel Tower isn’t wise, and it may even lead to self-destruction. It could be more advantageous to facilitate collaboration between the Babel Tower and the Demon Hunt Agency.
But then he remembered Lin Bian’s words, and a vague sense of guilt welled up in his heart.
Are my own thoughts considered betrayal? The mainstream view of the Demon Hunt Agency still considers Babel Tower an illegal organization.
However, Babel Tower has always maintained an excellent reputation—they save ordinary people, eliminate threats, and are highly regarded among the common folk.
“Let’s go,” he said.
At this moment, Bai Yan stood up, smiled, and left the room with Alan.
The two of them proceeded toward the director’s office, and along the way, Alan continued contemplating his thoughts.
He suddenly spoke, “Bai Yan, do you know Lin Bian’s story?”
“I don’t,” Bai Yan shook his head and added, “What’s wrong? I only know that person loves to drink and always looks at me with hostility.”
Bai Yan isn’t blind; he can tell that Lin Bian is targeting him.
“He’s very sensitive—alcohol is merely a sedative. Of course, all of this has a reason,” Alan shook his head.
Bai Yan’s tone was measured, “Indeed, everyone has a reason when making decisions, but adults must always take responsibility for the consequences.”
“You’re right.”
Before Bai Yan could respond, Alan began speaking.
“The original Lin Bian was undoubtedly the ace of the Night Watchers, and everyone’s pride. All believed that under his leadership, the Tatsumi City’s Demon Hunt Agency would fear nothing.”
“Until one mission. We terminated several black wizards as we did this time, captured many Dark Sorcerer’s Apprentices, but couldn’t find their highest-ranking leader.”
“Among the Dark Sorcerer’s Apprentices was an underage girl missing both arms and blind in her right eye. Though her face was attractive, her clear, sapphire-like left eye stood out. She confessed to becoming a Dark Sorcerer’s apprentice hoping to heal her body. Despite her suffering, she had never taken a life and successfully passed the lie detection spell.”
“The Air Alliance’s punishment has always been severe. She would face many years of imprisonment, possibly life, only to be released after proving she posed no threat to citizens. Lin Bian couldn’t bear it, so he secretly released her…”
Bai Yan interjected, “So she was actually the true mastermind behind that group of black wizards and apprentices?”
The plot of such stories is quite predictable. Bai Yan watched Alan reluctantly nod with a faint smile.
“You’ve guessed correctly; the story is that simple. A few days later, Lin Bian returned home only to find his daughter, who had just started summer vacation, affected by black magic, tearing her body apart piece by piece.”
“Shortly after, his wife couldn’t bear the blow and took her own life.”
Alan fell silent here—it was a story from eight years ago. Back then, he would often visit Lin Bian’s house to play games with the girl.
Had he been unlucky enough to witness that scene, he likely would have taken his own life as well.
“I understand now. In the future, I’ll maintain my distance from this ticking time bomb and avoid provoking him. If I encounter his enemies, I’ll help with his revenge and tear off that handicapped scum’s pretty face. But if he moves against me, I won’t show any special tolerance.”
Bai Yan gazed into his friend’s eyes and made his promise.
“I thought he would express sympathy like most people!” Alan was slightly stunned, realizing he had overthought.
He quickly nodded and said with a smile, “That will do, thank you.”
At that moment, Alan also fully understood.
His teacher’s fate was tragic, with a harsh and extreme path, and what had happened couldn’t be undone.
But one must choose their own path.
You mustn’t lose your judgment and decisiveness due to sympathy, gratitude, and pity. The Demon Hunt Agency needs to maintain city order without alienating potential allies.
Alan shook his head slightly and sighed, saying to himself, “I cannot let myself sympathize with one person’s misery to the point where I end up sympathizing with everyone’s misery.”
“Stop talking to yourself, we’ve arrived.”
Bai Yan chuckled as they reached the director’s office door.
He extended his hand and pushed it open to enter.
Mr. Trap sat in his chair, silent and emanating an energy as if he had been waiting for quite some time.
The old man nodded gently and turned to Bai Yan and Alan, saying, “You’ve worked hard tonight.”
“Bai Yan, as far as I know, Tatsumi City has never seen anyone awaken to become a super being as quickly as you, and historically, there have been only two other cases of people awakening within a day.”
“However, both individuals lived unremarkably and passed away without leaving any significant historical impact.”
“In this regard, having talent is both meaningful and meaningless. You must understand that even the strongest transcendent beings can die or lose their sanity at any moment.”
“The question then becomes whether you aspire to join the front lines and become an operative for the Demon Hunt Agency… For that, you must undergo intensive training, learn extensively, and be willing to risk your life for this city’s inhabitants.”
Mr. Trap paused briefly and finally said in a profound, somber tone, “Become… a true Night Watcher.”
“This is an honor, but also a responsibility. It will transform you into a true warrior who upholds city order and, simultaneously, the most powerless, desperate, and pitiful person.”
Mr. Trap’s expression had grown extremely serious, his previous casualness long gone.
Even Alan was affected by the atmosphere, remembering when he had sworn to live for the city’s people…
Such was the Night Watcher’s original aspiration, and I haven’t violated it in any way. How could I then be considered a traitor to the Demon Hunt Agency?
Bai Yan hesitated briefly, recalling his small room where he must retire for the evening and the instant noodles yet to be fully digested in his stomach, so he inquired with a modest query.
“What about the compensation?”
Alan, standing to the side, blinked in surprise.
He wanted to complain but held himself back!
Mr. Trap nodded calmly and began speaking in a measured tone.
“During the probation period, you’ll receive single-person housing, a car, and a starting monthly salary of 25,000 yuan, which doubles after conversion. Various tasks will earn additional incentives based on completion and difficulty. There’s also flexible paid annual leave, priority for children’s education, lifetime medical coverage for you and immediate family, and compensation…”
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
Bai Yan interrupted him with a firm tone and a loyal gaze.
