The three judges from the Legal Department were still in shock. That burly man, who seemed to come out of nowhere, had killed a group of demons with a few strikes, leaving the rest fleeing.

This made them think that even if Mr. Ethan were here, the situation might not have been much different.

This became a major discovery—demons are afraid of wooden sticks!

Although it sounds absurd, they couldn’t explain the principle, but the situation appeared to be as such. Moreover, no one had really tried hitting demons with wooden sticks before.

The elderly judge secretly scanned Zhuang Xiao with his electronic eye and discovered that this girl wielding the wooden stick was an illegal immigrant.

This made the situation even more mysterious. Illegal immigrants usually refer to edge world expendables. Although they’ve heard that abnormal individuals who stray from the Lord of the Holy City’s plan have indeed appeared on some rebellious planets, those individuals couldn’t possibly smuggle themselves into the top ten special regions. Even if they conceived the idea of escaping their homeland, the best they could do was board a pirate ship and become interstellar pirates.

Could she have come with those interstellar pirates?

But the judge was unwilling to believe this only plausible reasoning because the girl seemed much more formidable than the pirate leaders. The Legal Department frequently dealt with pirate scum across the core worlds and knew very well that all pirates were extremely cunning—if they encountered demons, they would definitely run as far as they could.

The three stayed in the warehouse, afraid to move recklessly. They waited until the commotion in the front hall of the coffee shop subsided. Shortly after, the girl with the wooden stick returned and approached them with strawberries.

The judges were tense, worried that the girl might suddenly unleash her fury and whack them too. From her earlier behavior, the girl’s mental state seemed concerning—who would laugh while charging at demons with a wooden stick?

Even those demons seemed frightened by her.

Zhuang Xiao bent down to inspect one of the younger judges, "You’re injured."

"It’s nothing, just a flesh wound."

The judge immediately replied, clutching his abdomen. It was a wound incurred during the battle against the demons. He survived merely because of luck; he had been the first to fire—when the group arrived, the reporters had yet to reveal their true faces. They seemed to have a clear numerical advantage, so he developed the idea of capturing the demons alive, without aiming for vital parts.

Otherwise, his fate would have been as miserable as those companions who attempted to headshot the demons.

"You need to eat a strawberry."

Zhuang Xiao took several strawberries from her basket and handed them to the young judge.

Despite being baffled, the young judge accepted the gift from Zhuang Xiao. He was nearly certain she was a mental patient, but the only good news was that she seemed to be a mentally ill person who could interact normally, not someone who attacked everyone she met.

Seeing the Legal Department in such a lifeless state, if they could bring this madwoman with a wooden stick who killed demons back, it might offer hope to more people.

As the young judge contemplated, he ate a strawberry.

Then his wound stopped hurting.

Huh?

He looked down and found that the hole in his abdomen had somehow healed, leaving only a prominent scar tissue.

How did this happen?

Not even the Legal Department’s medical unit could achieve such miraculous results—and that was even with temporary biotech accommodation from the Third Lady.

"After eating my picked strawberries, you’re one of us now. Tribal warriors aren’t so fragile."

Zhuang Xiao beamed as she handed a wooden stick to the young judge. The light feeling in his hand suddenly gave him an immense sense of power, sparking a desire to smash some demons with the stick.

For Zhuang Xiao, this was undoubtedly a significant moment.

Finally, the first brave warrior for her tribe had been recruited!

"Ma’am, what do you mean by this?"

"Don’t call me ma’am!"

Zhuang Xiao suddenly turned severe and, with just a glare, made the young judge feel immense pressure, the respect and fear of inferiors toward superiors, "Remember, from now on, you need to call me boss. I am the tribal leader, and you are..."

Zhuang Xiao eyed the young judge up and down, "You are here to be the vanguard commander. You look like you run quite fast."

"With your glasses, you look like you’re into technology."

Zhuang Xiao then looked at the elderly judge, "Want to join our tribe as the tech director?"

The elderly judge was momentarily speechless, appearing as if he wanted to speak but didn’t.

First of all, the glasses were Legal Department’s scanning glasses and had nothing to do with technical roles, and he wasn’t skilled in technology at all. Secondly, he didn’t even know what this tribe was all about, having never heard of such an organization during his long tenure at the Legal Department, which felt primitive.

The only thing he excelled at was graffiti.

Various graffiti, on walls, on cars, especially on cars. He’d sprayed graffiti on many colleagues’ cars, and those colleagues always complimented him, saying the cars accelerated after he’d painted them.

Huh?

Why did he suddenly recall this?

The elderly judge didn’t understand but somehow vaguely wondered if graffiti couldn’t be considered technology.

He forced himself to dismiss these odd ideas and asked, "What does your tribe mainly do?"

If possible, he preferred to bring Zhuang Xiao to the Legal Department. Luckily, the Archbishop of Sanctuary of Logic was there with them; perhaps she could figure out what was going on with this illegal immigrant girl.