Chapter 148

Chapter 148: Disguise

The ones interrogating the Clown Girl were two young, beautiful maids—twins. One had short red hair, the other long blue hair. They wore cute black-and-white maid outfits, the kind often seen in anime.  

In modern times, dressing like this was a bit strange for maids, but it was Gloria’s request, and the Chairwoman would fulfill any of her demands as long as they weren’t excessive. 

The maids, however, couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed—some were even over forty and still had to wear such outfits.  

“Where is the Red Prince now?”  

“I don’t know. The boss changes hideouts every day, each time registering under a different ID,” the Clown Girl shook her head.  

“Why does she keep spouting nonsense? Maybe we should switch to interrogation. What if she’s faking it and wasn’t hypnotized at all?” The blue-haired maid smiled as she pulled out a small whip.  

“Save your hobbies outside of work.” The red-haired maid pushed her sister back disdainfully, then grabbed the clown girl’s hair, forcing her to lift her head and meet her gaze. “What did you steal?”  

Her eyes had the same spiral pattern as the clown girl’s.  

“The Dream Game server.”  

Dream Game—wasn’t that the incident that shocked the world not long ago? Something capable of affecting the entire globe—this server sounded like a big deal.  

“Why did you take it?”  

“Someone offered two billion for it.”  

“Who?” The red-haired maid wasn’t fazed by the number.  

“Someone from Easter.”  

“What’s that?”  

“People from an organization.”  

“What kind of organization?”  

“I don’t know.”  

Easter’s reputation was still quite obscure.  

“Were you working with that guy in black?” From their perspective, the man in black had drawn their attention, while the clown girl seized the chance to steal the server.  

“Yes and no.” The Clown Girl’s answer wasn’t straightforward.  

“Go ahead with the whip.” The red-haired maid shoved her sister forward.  

“Ask something useful first.” The blue-haired maid gently pushed her sister aside and leaned down. “Where was that thing supposed to go?”  

“To the Plague Doctor. He’s from the same organization as me, always ready to provide backup. He’s moving around the airport area.”  

“What’s his ability?” the blue-haired maid pressed.  

“Level 3 Virus Manipulation and Level 3 Human Body Control.” The Clown Girl paused, then added, “And Level 3 Spirit Summoning.”  

Even she didn’t seem entirely sure.  

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“All available personnel converge on the airport—move discreetly. Look for someone wearing a crow mask, and don’t overlook anyone acting suspiciously. The server might be there—it’s a small robot about sixty centimeters tall.” The message came from the Supernatural Police. 

“Also, the Red Prince might also be present too. Check your equipment and abilities—ensure there are no mishaps!”  

The Lasvedo family had no intention of monopolizing the server. Of course, they called the police.

“Look who’s talking. Who else has spare manpower besides me?” The Ninja sighed helplessly as he mounted his motorcycle and headed toward the designated location. “You think everyone’s a ‘Lazy Patrol’ like Bao Xun?”  

“Lazy Patrol?” Yiwen chimed in over the comms, confused.  

“Yeah, those guys who just wander around crime-free zones under the guise of patrolling, lazing around and only collecting their base salary. That’s what we call them in our group chat. Don’t you check the chat?” the Ninja patiently explained to his junior.  

“I wander around all the time—how come I’ve never seen anyone like that?” Yiwen muttered under her breath.  

“Maybe because you are one?”  

“Are you two the only ones free?” The dispatcher sounded exasperated.  

Due to the server incident these past few days, numerous foreign criminal organizations had swarmed in, competing for it, making the already-overworked Fanzui City Supernatural Police even more overwhelmed.  

Sometimes, shootouts even broke out in broad daylight, further fueling public dissatisfaction with the department.  

What a bunch of idiots. Just because Amari Yota lives in Fanzui City doesn’t mean he’d specifically set up the server here.  

“Whatever, two more people should be enough. The Lasvedo family has sent two maids to support us.”  

“Just two?” Yiwen sounded displeased.  

“What, you expected more? They’re not even obligated to help us, especially after what almost happened between them and the police six years ago.” The voice came not just through the earpiece but also from below.  

The Ninja waved at Yiwen above him, signaling her to ride on the back of his bike.  

But Yiwen would rather tie herself to the motorcycle with a rope and fly like a kite than sit behind him, which deeply wounded the Ninja.  

Ever since he shamelessly showed off his forbidden collection for everyone to see, the female colleagues at the bureau had started keeping their distance. Logically, his cloning ability should make him popular with women—what went wrong?  

“What happened six years ago?” Yiwen asked curiously as she fastened the rope.  

She was a girl too—she had her share of gossip cravings.  

“If it’s a forbidden topic, just pretend I didn’t ask.”  

“It’s not forbidden, just… a disgrace for the police.” This time, the dispatcher answered. “Six years ago, due to negligence by the guards at Arkham Prison—the most secure federal prison in our city—a death row inmate escaped.”  

“Calling it ‘negligence’ is too kind. Wasn’t it later exposed that the guard was the warden’s relative and often took bribes from prisoners?” The Ninja had no patience for sugarcoating and laid out the ugly truth.

 “And then this happened. He released a psychopath who enjoyed torturing and killing wealthy children—filming the whole process—and the guy kept committing crimes even after escaping. One of his victims was the seven-year-old daughter of Mrs. Lasvedo.”  

“Seven years old…”  

“Yeah. Her husband was away on a mission at the time, so the bastard took advantage… He killed her daughter right in front of her. Can you imagine the pain? When I was seven, my mom would freak out if I stepped on a Lego barefoot. Hmph… Though ever since I turned ten and got my cloning ability, neither of my parents cared much about me anymore.”  

This was one of the rare cases where a criminal had successfully targeted a high-profile Supernatural Police family. While not everyone knew which families belonged to the elite, and few knew that the “Little Demon King” was from the Lasvedo family, those who were part of such lineages were undeniably formidable.  

If Mrs. Lasvedo went out for a stroll, even her two attendants trailing behind her were probably Level 4.  

“Why wasn’t he executed on the spot?”  

“Because he surrendered.” The dispatcher took over. “And we didn’t dare take the risk—what if a lethal attack meant for him accidentally hit one of us instead?”  

“What kind of ability does he have?” Yiwen was stunned. “Was he caught?”  

The Ninja shook his head. “No. He’s still at large. His ability is just too broken. Catching him the first time cost over forty Supernatural Police officers their lives—I almost died too. To put it simply, his ability increases the probability of low-probability events. Hell, even bribing his way out of prison might’ve been part of his plan from the start.”  

After that incident, Fanzui City’s Supernatural Police force had to dismiss a sixth of its personnel. They had fought desperately, watching comrades die without even a chance to say goodbye—all for the sake of capturing one man.  

Even the survivors were haunted by the guilt of accidentally harming their own teammates due to their abilities.  

And then, just like that, this demon was let go. Who could accept such an ending?  

“Well, at least that corrupt guard was executed.”  

The Little Demon King would never tolerate such a person living. Level 5 abilities commanded immense authority worldwide—after all, those at that level didn’t have to play by the rules ordinary people followed.  

“Who is this psychopath? How come I’ve never heard of him?” Yiwen frowned.  

“The Red Prince… You probably don’t recognize that name. He used to call himself Destiny.”  

Upon hearing the name, fragmented memories began surfacing in Yiwen’s mind.  

Back when she was nine, what child paid attention to the news? All she remembered was her father threatening her and her brother with the name Destiny whenever they misbehaved. 

She hadn’t even known who—or what—Destiny was, only that it sounded sinister enough to scare her straight.  

Lost in conversation, they soon arrived at the airport.  

The Ninja split off from his motorcycle—literally. One version of him remained seated on the bike while another dismounted.  

The dismounted one, however, was stark naked. Fortunately, the clothed version had spare gear on hand, though it was nowhere near as high-quality as his primary equipment.  

Then came the second, the third… until seven identical, unclothed copies stood in a row.  

Yiwen turned away, waiting for them to dress.  

Once clothed, the duplicates dispersed, infiltrating the airport from every possible angle.  

His cloning ability had its limits—each duplicate possessed only about 70% of his original physical capabilities, and he could sustain a maximum of ten at once. 

Unlike shadow clones, which dissipated at the slightest hit, these would only vanish from fatal injuries. They didn’t share fatigue with the main body but could transfer memories back. They even needed to eat and rest like real people.  

Back when the Supernatural Police cafeteria was still free, this guy had shamelessly exploited it—lining up ten times to grab ten meals, wasting public resources with a self-righteous justification.  

That wasn’t even the worst of it. He’d once occupied every single toilet stall in the station.  

But the most infuriating aspect of his ability? His duplicates could create their own duplicates—each at 70% of their strength. Lose one, and he could replace it instantly.

Worse yet, there was no range limit between the original and his copies.  

For all anyone knew, while his clones were hard at work, the real him could be lounging on a beach halfway across the Federation. No wonder even his enemies couldn’t be bothered hunting him down.  

“Stick with me. Don’t go floating off to another city again,” one of the clones said, tugging Yiwen’s tether like she was a balloon as they entered the terminal.  

The departure lounge immediately betrayed signs of chaos.  

Chairs lay scattered—evidence of a recent struggle. Several seats had been piled atop something, beneath which a pair of stocking-clad legs peeked out.  

A woman was buried underneath.  

“White Whale.”  

Yiwen understood. She activated her ability, nullifying gravity in a six-meter radius, then grabbed the slender legs and yanked the woman free.  

It was the red-haired maid from before, still wearing her uniform and a gas mask. A small shoe print—likely a woman’s—was stamped across her abdomen.  

Conscious but fading, she forced out a final whisper before passing out:  

“Found… the Plague Doctor… My sister… is a traitor…”  

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Meanwhile, in a wooded area outside the airport…  

The blue-haired maid stripped the unconscious pilot bare, then emotionlessly kicked off her lolita shoes. She peeled away the white thigh-high stockings—the counterpart to her sister’s—before hiking up her skirt and tearing off the entire outfit, revealing men’s underwear underneath.  

Her body began to shift.  

The petite, youthful woman—no more than 1.6 meters tall—stretched and contorted into a muscular man well over 1.8 meters, his face now identical to the unconscious pilot’s.  

He dressed in the pilot’s uniform.  

With that done, he seized the ankle of another unconscious man—a hulking figure—and leaped dozens of meters away, distancing himself from the scene.  

The real blue-haired maid?  

She’d been drugged, bound, and dumped in a random location yesterday.

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