As night fell, the corridors of the Netherworld Security Bureau echoed with the rustling of footsteps, like countless rats gnawing at rotten planks. Security Captain Wang Defa stood in the dim light, a sinister smile on his face as he swept his gaze over the group of team members before him. Among them were several starving ghosts, those who had died of hunger and cold in life, and several beggars, bullied in life and still cowering in death. Their eyes glowed green in the darkness, like hungry wolves eyeing their prey, intently fixed on Chen Feng.

"Chen Feng," Wang Defa's voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the depths of hell. "You're treating us tonight. It's the rule. It's the rule of our Netherworld Security Bureau that newcomers respect the elders. Have you decided what to treat us? We have big appetites, and we don't care for cheap meals."

Chen Feng smiled coldly, his gaze sweeping across the group like a knife. His fingers tapped the bronze token at his waist, making a crisp sound. "Why should I treat you to a meal?" his voice was icy. "Sorry, I'm busy today." With that, he turned and left, his black robe rustling in the chill wind, leaving the stunned team members in his wake.

"This kid is too arrogant!" a starving ghost grumbled, blood still lingering at the corners of his mouth, clearly having recently gnawed on something unclean.