Chapter 20

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Chapter 20: Deliver Justice on Heaven’s Behalf

Bang! A loud crash of a stick striking metal echoed.

“All right, that’s the last one on this street.”

Then came the sound of footsteps approaching.

The girl, now awake, still kept her eyes closed, suppressing the natural instinct to open them upon regaining consciousness. She had no idea what kind of situation she was in and didn’t dare reveal she was awake in front of these people.

Thinking back—she had acted too rashly. She had been too scared. Her mind-reading ability had accidentally uncovered that there was a hidden assassin among her classmates—who then planned to silence her… Even if that transfer student was good-looking.

Normally, assassins hide their true faces during a kill and show their normal one otherwise. Why did she feel like it was the other way around in this case?

She had been so terrified that she ran straight out of school after classes, likely alerting the other party that something was off. Right before she passed out, she remembered something cloth-like covering her mouth and nose—followed by a stinging chemical smell.

To kidnap someone right inside a school and succeed—this had to be the work of an ability user.

Judging by her posture, the cushion under her, and the unpleasant smell of leather, she figured she was inside a vehicle.

Still pretending to be unconscious, she couldn’t help but reflexively lift her hand when someone touched her—just a natural reaction as a girl.

“She’s awake,” said a male voice.

Definitely a guy—and not very old either.

Knowing she could no longer fake it, Lu Mingxue opened her eyes and looked around.

She was indeed in the back seat of a car, which hadn’t started yet. Judging by the surrounding buildings, it was a bustling northern part of the city. She had never been here before—which wasn’t surprising. Cities were huge; even locals could go their whole lives without setting foot in certain areas.

It was already quite dark out, and the streets were empty. The dashboard clock read 10:53 PM, though she couldn’t be sure how accurate it was.

One, two, three…

Three people: two guys and one girl. One guy sat in the driver’s seat, the girl was in the passenger seat, and the boy who’d touched her was in the backseat with her. The assassin transfer student wasn’t among them.

They were all around her age—maybe a bit older—but still within student range.

She wasn’t restrained, but that didn’t mean she could act recklessly in front of three suspected ability users.

Her sunglasses were missing. The two in the front seats, who had been glancing toward the back, quickly averted their eyes once she opened hers. The youngest boy beside her also instinctively looked away, but then locked eyes with her sincerely.

“We mean no harm.” That was what he was thinking.

How rare. She hadn’t encountered someone like this in a while. If only she could ignore the part of his mind that said, “To gain her trust, I mustn’t avoid her mind reading.”

Lu Mingxue began to observe him carefully.

He was about her age, with dyed yellow hair—his black roots barely visible. Not bad-looking. He gave off the “nice guy” vibe just from appearance. A bit of patchy adolescent stubble lined his chin.

“Kidnapping someone in public?” Lu Mingxue purposely put on a disgruntled look to test his thoughts. If they hadn’t killed her, there must be a reason. Her rare ability would be valuable to both police and criminals alike.

“Sorry about that, but we intentionally chose a public place. We wanted to demonstrate our abilities,” the blond kid said with a shrug. He didn’t seem truly apologetic—in fact, he was a bit proud.

He pointed toward the two in front: “Let me introduce them. That guy is a Level 3 optical ability user.”

The guy gave a token demonstration by briefly going invisible.

“This one is also Level 3, a hypnotist. She can dull all five senses of humans within a 20-meter radius. Thanks to their teamwork, I was able to successfully bring you here. Your protector, Fobole, didn’t sense a thing,” Blondie said with a confident smile.

Lu Mingxue could hear him mentally coating the police in flowery praise.

No wonder her bodyguard hadn’t noticed anything. With invisibility and sensory hypnosis combined, even a mind reader like her wouldn’t detect them—she had to see someone to read their thoughts.

“Oh, right. You’ve probably heard of our organization,” Blondie said, maintaining eye contact, which only made Lu Mingxue more uncomfortable.

“Classmate, we of Tian Xing Dao sincerely invite you to join us.”

“Oh?” Lu Mingxue frowned.

Of course she had heard of them. They were reported all over—on the news, in videos, in search engine updates.

Claiming to act under a banner of justice, they operated outside the law, punishing or even executing those defined as “evil” but untouched by the justice system.

They were polarizing online. Comment sections were warzones of supporters and critics.

“If the police can’t catch them, we will. If the federal law doesn’t cover them, we’ll deal with them. We deliver real punishment to evil,” Blondie recited their slogan calmly.

All Lu Mingxue saw on his face was the word edgy. Being a mind reader, she had full access to his cringey internal monologue, which was making her wince. Her ability didn’t torment others—it tormented her.

She hated people like this. Absolutely hated them.

Lu Mingxue kept her head down, saying nothing. She couldn’t guarantee that rejecting them outright wouldn’t get her hurt. They didn’t seem to know she was a volunteer officer—perhaps she could feign cooperation.

Relaxing her body, she leaned slightly toward the window. “So what exactly do you want me to do? My ability doesn’t align with your ideals at all.”

Blondie didn’t answer. Instead, he waved to the front seats. The car started and pulled away—destination unknown.

Lu Mingxue frowned but said nothing. She turned instead to look out the window—at a surveillance camera that had been destroyed.

There was one question she genuinely wanted to ask: “You ‘champions of justice’—do you know that thanks to your sabotage, this city’s crime rate has risen two to three times compared to last year?”

“I know. Isn’t that perfect?” Blondie said.

“What?” Lu Mingxue was sure her expression must look ridiculous right now.

“With no surveillance, the wicked naturally show their true faces,” Blondie replied, also looking out the left-side window—scanning for newly-installed cameras.

Those sneaky police had started using micro-cameras, hard to detect. But they still couldn’t escape the “justice squad’s” sharp eyes.

“You’re baiting them?” Lu Mingxue finally understood.

She hated these people. Hated them even more now.

Especially since she realized—he truly believed this was the right thing to do.

“What about the people who would have lived their whole lives without committing a crime?”

“But if they dare commit crimes, doesn’t that prove they’re evil anyway?” Blondie smiled.

“And the victims?” Lu Mingxue asked coldly.

Blondie turned away, pretending not to hear, still scanning for cameras.

Lu Mingxue stayed silent for a long moment. She wanted to dismiss him with a sarcastic “heh”, but worried it might provoke him.

She knew there was no point arguing anymore. Just like the endless internet fights—neither side ever convinced the other, but they still poured their energy into “debate,” only for it to escalate into insults and pointless name-calling.

“When we reach our destination,” Blondie said with certainty, “you’ll join us.”

“George, the van on our right has been following us in the same lane. Even when we speed up, it stays with us. It’s been tailing us since that last intersection,” the driver reported.

“Take a left into the suburbs—let’s see if it follows. If it does, ram it,” Blondie George pushed up his sleeves and turned to confirm. Sure enough, there was a van on their right.