Wishful Thinking

In a big square within China's Truth Department Headquarter.

Vigilante A was dumping demons into the square… Or rather, dumping these 'post-evolved humans'.

"One head, two heads… Oh no, it's one, two…" A person beside counted out loud.

Occasionally, somebody would take these muddled little demons away, scattering them to different locations to reform them through the reeducation processes…

A couple of hours later, the demons had all been cleared.

"There are a total of two hundred thirty-three thousand of them, thank you for the hard work, my hero. Regarding the devil slaying budget, we'll transfer it to your butler." A secretary-general reported solicitously.

Vigilante A only nodded faintly. He displayed an overbearing stance, as if he were unbothered about the money, then flew away with his sword.