The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

"Demon, you demon."

With Ansu's command, Mr. Shenhai, pale-faced, looked towards his treasury, accumulated over many years, still harboring a sliver of hope, praying incessantly.

The money I plundered with my own ability, why should I have to return it?

That was rightfully mine!

This judgment, seemingly brief, felt like an eternity in Mr. Shenhai's heart. He stared wide-eyed at his glittering Gold Coins, as everything around him seemed to slow down.

At that moment, as twilight gathered at the end of the mountains, starlight fell upon the dark green fields, and pile upon pile of Gold Coins lay quietly in the carriage—reflecting the moonlight.

Amongst these were not just the earnings of the evening.

They also comprised the wealth sweated and squeezed out from years of the Shenhai family's colonization of Chaotic City, the political funds for Mr. Shenhai's campaign for Chaotic Councilor this year, they were Mr. Shenhai's everything.

And in the next instant, all the Gold Coins began to tremble violently,

as if the moonlight from hundreds of thousands of moons had all at once stirred ripples!

"Order Return"

"Judgment successful"

"A total of eight hundred and thirty thousand Gold Coins will now be returned to their rightful owner"

Regrettably, in the view of the Scales of Order, these Gold Coins did not belong to Mr. Shenhai, but to the residents of Chaotic City.

What was taken from the people, must be returned to the people.

The smile on Ansu's lips grew ever more tender, dealing with such landlords, the ancestors had long provided the answer.

"There are twenty minutes left until tonight ends."

"Ansu's wealth: Three thousand five hundred Gold Coins."

He raised his hand, and the Blessed Son's radiance flowed at the tips of his fingers, finally encompassing all wealth, bringing tonight's blessings to a climax. Hundreds of thousands of Gold Coins collided, chiming a crisp, rustling sound, and then all soared into the air!

"My money, that's all my money!"

Mr. Shenhai went mad, his Ancient God-like face full of eyes turning blood-red. He stretched out his tentacles to catch the Gold Coins, but he couldn't do it; the Gold Coins seemed to have eyes, deftly evading his tendrils.

To be born.

Unless the Order Return spell is dispelled, the Gold Coins cannot be kept.

He could never have imagined that a mundane "Lost and Found" magic, under the blessing of the Blessed Son, would be played so cleverly by Ansu.

For a Deep Sea Squid person, seeing his hard-earned wealth vanish was akin to family annihilation's despair.

"I'll kill you, I'm going to kill you!!"

Mr. Shenhai's entire body's tentacles began to swell and grow wildly, and his huge cheeks split open to give birth to rows upon rows of teeth, covered again in a layer of scales that disgusted those who looked upon it.

The terror of the top-tier Demon Clan was no longer restrained, boundless malice poured out incessantly, and with the malice, its body rapidly expanded, casting a massive shadow upon the earth, like the Outer Gods above the stars, descending upon this world!

This was the true strength of the Deep Sea Demon Clan.

The dozens of tentacles of the Evil God rolled towards Ansu, but the youth remained smiling, as if such a daunting pressure never existed.

He simply watched quietly, neither dodging nor halting the "Order Return."

Those formidable tentacles came to an abrupt halt less than an inch from Ansu's cheek, unable to advance further.

"I often read in the papers that Squid People are the most contractually bound race," Ansu said with a smile, "We have signed a contract too, Article Two 'neither party shall harm the other'—this was your draft."

It was a pact signed in spirit, absolutely unbreakable.

Not only were the parties themselves unable to harm each other, but even subordinates and Servant Demons of the parties could not inflict harm.

Mr. Shenhai had drafted this treaty also playing with the idea of exploiting a loophole; he thought 'neither party shall harm the other', but if he just imprisoned Ansu, that could just slide through a loophole.

But he never imagined, Ansu would patch that loophole and turn it back against him!

As long as Ansu did not die, even if imprisoned, he would not interrupt the Magic Power supply for Order Return.

"I will not give the money to you," Ansu stated calmly, "In order to eliminate all impoverished people of Chaotic City, for the future of Chaotic City, as the next Chaotic Councilor, I absolutely will not yield to you."

The youth's navy-blue eyes sparkled with a Holy glow, he possessed a martyr's will, and the brilliant stars that shined upon his proud profile only made him seem more sacred.

"Unless you can kill me, I will never lift Order Return."

With the enhancement of the Blessed Son's effects, even Ansu appeared like a human.

"This is all my money," it nearly cried, "this is all my money!"

What drove Mr. Shenhai to frenzied despair was that, even with Ansu's such outspoken actions, he still couldn't sense any malice from the youth, all sincere with not a shred of lie, as if he truly was doing this for the people of Chaotic City.

The most terrifying fact was, since signing the contract,

Ansu had not told a single lie.

Tens of thousands of Gold Coins gathered in the sky, forming a golden mist. A gentle breeze was enough to stir dazzling golden ripples, and as the Order Return continued, the golden cloud sea that filled half the sky began to rain down.