"Ding-a-ling!"
A phone rang.
In an upscale apartment complex within the city.
Jang Shangbai had only just returned to his residence after a busy day and thought he could finally relax. He had been nonstop today dealing with the Ghost Painting incident, involving himself, the three city heads, some headquarters staff, and all the ghost handlers in training.
Fortunately, the vast majority of the complications were suppressed and, so far, everything had been resolved without extreme danger.
Although there were some casualties, they were within an acceptable range.
After all, which supernatural event doesn't result in deaths?
"Hello."
Jang Shangbai picked up the phone, and his brow immediately furrowed in displeasure upon seeing the caller: "What's wrong with you? It's late. Whatever it is, we can talk about it tomorrow. I need to rest."