Chapter 209
by Need_More_SleepChapter 209: Understanding Everything
“This is Fence-Sitter! We’ve got an ambush here, requesting backup!”
“Hold on, Fence-Sitter! Scapegoat and Guinea Pig are on their way!”
“Who’s the target? Stay strong… static—”
The above audio serves as evidence.
At 16:23 on August 24th, the Fanzui City police launched a large-scale operation against criminal organizations such as Tian Xing Dao, the Mafia, and Night Owls. During the operation, all police electronic equipment malfunctioned for unknown reasons.
Fortunately, the Little Demon King participated in this operation. While it wasn’t a complete victory, they successfully destroyed the servers stolen by Night Owls.
Let the record reflect this.
Mi Xiaoliu was once a member of Night Owls. Even if someone suspected she had obtained the servers, it would still make sense for her to hand them over to Night Owls’ higher-ups afterward.
What reason would a 13-year-old girl at the bottom of the hierarchy have to safeguard something so valuable?
It still sounds a bit far-fetched. Maybe some embellished details should be added—like a gas explosion. That would instantly make it more plausible.
Time passed quickly. It was now September, and school was back in session.
Everything seemed to have returned to normal. The Fanzui City’s Criminal Police Team had gained a human-shaped stimulant, White Whale was temporarily focusing on her studies and police academy training with half her salary inevitably docked, and Mi Xiaoliu had also resumed her normal school life under her original identity.
No one knew she’d spent a month in juvenile detention for forced labor.
Lady Lasvedo had donated another sum to the police, urging them to prioritize tracking Easter’s movements. Unsurprisingly, she had likely also posted bounties related to Easter on mercenary networks like Night Owls.
As for Old Okulet, he now followed his daughter around like a bodyguard for the school belle, mooching meals off her.
Pathetic. Getting paid by the police to protect his own daughter—what kind of exploit is that?
But at this rate, Easter would never be eradicated without proactive measures. And yet, there was no clear direction for such an offensive.
—
“You are now an honorable vigilante, codename: White Glove. At eighteen, you can choose to enroll in the Ability Police Academy. With enough merit, you may even skip the academy and join the force directly. Study hard and do your best.”
Officer Chen patted Dias on the shoulder.
Following aristocratic tradition, young heirs were expected to apply to become vigilantes at fourteen and enroll in the police academy by eighteen.
In truth, many aristocratic abilities weren’t exceptional enough to warrant vigilante status. “Exceptional” cases prioritized utility over raw power—and the Criminal Police Team had no shortage of strong combat abilities.
Those like Barrett, Enoch, and Lu Mingxue were the standard for vigilante recruitment. Candidates like Yiwen were half-nepotism, half-experimental—the higher-ups wanted to see if she could reach Riels’ level.
Logically, minors shouldn’t be sent on dangerous missions meant for high-tier ability users.
But who cares when you’re nobility?
“Can I take missions related to the Black-Clothed One?” Dias asked eagerly.
Beside him, Yiwen—his assigned partner—turned her head, her gaze sharp with an unspoken warning.
The hell are you planning?
Upon closer inspection, his uniform was just a recolored version of Mi Xiaoliu’s coat.
Motherf—
Even I don’t even have matching couple outfits with Mi Xiaoliu!
“Shouldn’t we reevaluate his qualifications?” Ninja muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear.
Dias glared at him.
Ninja: “From now on, I’m your boss.”
Dias’s expression softened instantly. “Boss, do you smoke?”
He’d picked up workplace tactics from short videos—though he usually scoffed at them, he knew when to deploy them.
His execution was just a bit off. With the chief present, he only sucked up to the squad leader…
Officer Chen, a veteran of such games, shook his head but didn’t intervene.
This kind of “opportunism” had its uses in every profession—but if Dias ran into a chain-smoking mentor, he’d be milked dry.
Especially with someone like Ninja, who hogged ten times his share.
“If you perform well, you might get assigned related missions. The Black-Clothed One’s warrant has been revoked for now.”
No need to overthink it—just dangle the carrot first.
This, however, pissed off Yiwen.
Do you think you’re funny?
Damn Old Chen. Damn Dias.
She really wanted to find Mi Xiaoliu, bury her face in her clothes, and seek comfort. But now that they were back in Fanzui City, she couldn’t act as recklessly as before.
Ever since Heli showed up during summer break, Yiwen hadn’t even gotten to touch Mi Xiaoliu’s lips—that damn mama’s girl.
I need to find a way to flip Mi Xiaoliu over and—
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[Yesterday: 12:46.]
Blooming Fortune: Is your allowance enough? Let mom transfer you some.
Transferred 2,000,000 Mira
[Yesterday: 13:00.]
Blooming Fortune: Sweetheart, take it. It’s your allowance from Mom.
[Today: 12:46.]
Automatic Refund Notification
The Chairwoman sat slumped in her office chair, staring dejectedly at the chat log.
Just like the previous chat logs with Gloria.
Except this one was labeled “Precious Misha.”
To her shame, she’d had someone unlock her daughter’s phone while she was feverish and unconscious to add her on WeChat—even the passcode had to be pried out of Heli.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing a few lines before deleting them all. She switched to Heli’s chat window and resent the same two million.
“Misha’s allowance.”
—
On the other end, Heli—who had just barely managed to focus—felt her train of thought shatter at the notification buzz.
Her blood pressure spiked.
She’d forgotten to mute her phone.
Glancing at the Chairwoman’s transfer, Heli accepted it.
Then, send Mi Xiaoliu the 2,000 Mira.
Too much money would spoil the kid.
Dark Element really was a headache of a problem.
Heli slumped back in her chair, zoning out.
Overworking her brain and sleep deprivation both killed concentration—and she was suffering from both.
The Chairwoman had assigned her several assistants, but most were useless. She didn’t need people who spent their first day gawking at equipment.
As for Mi Xiaoliu’s education, that responsibility had been fully handed over to Okulet.
Originally, the Chairwoman wanted to transfer Mi Xiaoliu to a middle school, but the girl herself refused—and after the hunger strike incident, the Chairwoman didn’t dare push even slightly.
She didn’t complain anymore when Heli occasionally skipped work to pick Mi Xiaoliu up for a breather, even though she desperately wanted to do it herself.
Whenever Heli picked Mi Xiaoliu up, they’d stop by the old lady’s bun shop on the way back—one for Mi Xiaoliu to snack on, one for Circle (Quanquan).
The residential complex across from the bun shop had been demolished and rebuilt. Rumors had it Tian Xing Dao radicals had burned it down over the summer.
Otherwise, the place probably wouldn’t have seen redevelopment for another decade.
At the construction site, Mi Xiaoliu spotted a familiar figure.
Uncle Wang San, wearing a hard hat.
He smiled and waved at her before calmly adjusting the tripod under his surveying instrument.
“See that, sweetie? You have to study hard, or you’ll end up like him—moving bricks for a living,” a young mother passing by lectured her son.
“Okay, Mom,” the boy replied.
Heli suddenly understood. She patted Mi Xiaoliu’s head. “See that? Study hard, or you’ll end up like her—spouting nonsense on the sidelines.”
“Mm.” Mi Xiaoliu nodded.
The young mother shot Heli a furious glare, mentally labeling her as trashy.
Then she glanced at Mi Xiaoliu.
Oh. That dangerous Class C brat who lives around here.
Without retorting, she dragged her son away.
“What an idiot. Never even seen a surveyor before,” Wang San muttered under his breath.
The buns were ready.
Mi Xiaoliu trotted up to Wang San, tiptoeing to hold a bun up to him.
“For you.”
“Thanks.” He took it.
Mi Xiaoliu stared intently until he took a bite before running back.
“Hey, kid.” Wang San called after her. “Some undocumented migrants have been sneaking into the city lately. Don’t wander around after school, or they might kidnap you to be their wife.”
Then he bent back over his equipment.
“You know him?” Heli eyed Mi Xiaoliu curiously.
Only to find the girl staring at the paper bag—now holding just one bun.
If Circle (Quanquan) doesn’t want it when we get back, I’ll eat it myself.
Heli bought her another bun—but not too many, or she’d spoil her appetite for dinner.
With Mi Xiaoliu’s arms wrapped around her waist, Heli rode the electric bike home.
Okulet followed on another e-bike.
And then—
Dias, pedaling behind them on a bicycle.
Eyes shining.
This was beyond lucky—what had he just witnessed?
His crush’s mom, with some unfamiliar boy.
And what had he heard?
“Kidnap you to be their wife!”
Meaning that “boy” was actually a girl—and now that he looked closely, their builds were identical.
Dias began to understand everything.
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