Chapter 34

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Chapter 34: Boss Wei Shi Loses His Temper

“S-sister… Can I add your WeChat?” A blonde-haired boy, who didn’t look like he’d even reached high school yet, nervously approached a girl of his age, phone in hand, egged on by his friends.

Before the auction began, scenes like this were all too common. Every self-assured youngster hoped to meet a good-looking, like-minded, and most importantly, rich young lady (Or gentleman).

The method the boy used was entirely unoriginal. A more experienced young heir nearby was chatting up another girl far more cleverly—he first struck up a conversation with the man holding her arm: “Your girlfriend is really beautiful. May I ask if she has a boyfriend?”

Still, while the middle school boy’s approach was painfully plain, with his handsome face, blonde hair, blue eyes, and youthful charm, it was surprisingly effective.

The girl he spoke to also had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her long, straight hair flowed down to her waist, with soft bangs just above her eyebrows. She wore a loose sweater paired with a long skirt—pale yellow and grey—along with platform shoes that kept her warm while still looking youthful and pretty.

Her makeup was light and well-balanced, far from the look of someone overusing beauty hacks.

Even if her whole outfit cost less than 300 yuan, she still fit right in at the venue—unless the socialites chose to scrutinize her clothes for brand labels.

This was Mi Xiaoliu, her makeup was carefully put on by the Hermit Sister. Her outfit fit perfectly—clearly premeditated.

Aside from the fact that blonde hair didn’t suit her as much as black, everything else worked well.

Somehow, the Hermit Sister had managed to get an invitation. The poison was stored in Mi Xiaoliu’s spatial pocket, and since she had no metal items on her, the female security guard at the door gave her a perfunctory pat-down and found nothing.

Even without trying hard to notice, it was obvious the boy’s head was trembling slightly—he was nervous to the extreme.

“Master, don’t accept. Not just because your current identity is fake, but even normally, you shouldn’t agree with boys like this with impure intentions…” Sasha warned as Mi Xiaoliu looked ready to say yes.

Thanks to Yiwen’s help, she now has her own social media account.

She gently shook her head at the boy. He looked disappointed and returned to his friends to be consoled.

The auction began. Everyone sat in their assigned seats while the guest of honor entered through the back door under security escort.

The platform was nearly ten meters from the guest seating area—a very cautious arrangement. Even more cunning was the fact that the man on stage was a body double, according to intel from their client. Even though Aiboge was new to the underworld, he remained highly cautious—especially in a place like Fanzui City.

Clearly, not everyone trying to kill him had access to the same intel as Mi Xiaoliu.

Just as the double took the stage, the platform—though already thoroughly checked—suddenly exploded. Fire and screams followed.

Ironically, the ten-meter distance between platform and audience ended up shielding the guests from the explosion’s shockwave.

Panic, noise, and morbid curiosity ensued. Some guests tried to flee the venue—even though the explosion hadn’t even sent shrapnel their way.

“Bro, it’s the Avengers of Justice! They’re really here!”

“You sound way too excited.” The lazy cop brushed dust off his gas mask lens, pulled out a submachine gun, and fired a burst into the ceiling. “Everyone on the ground! We’re the police. As long as you cooperate, no one will get hurt!”

The young officer: “???”

The tactic worked perfectly. People quickly shut up and hit the floor. A kind auntie even pushed the stunned Mi Xiaoliu down.

“Seriously… acting like you’ve never seen anything before. Don’t rich people in Fanzui City expect someone might want to kill them every now and then?” The lazy cop scratched his ear and handed the submachine gun to the young officer. “Verify everyone’s identity. Don’t let anyone out.”

The bodyguards onstage quickly used fire extinguishers to put out the flames. As expected, even the double standing at the blast center wasn’t hurt—just so shocked he wet his pants.

Meanwhile, Mi Xiaoliu’s phone, stored in her spatial pocket, received a message. She pulled it out.

Phones weren’t banned, but she was simply used to keeping hers in the pocket space.

The Hermit Sister had messaged her with Aiboge’s actual location. Last time, the Night Demon had escaped via both a body double and unknown face-changing tricks. But this copycat Aiboge didn’t have such extravagant measures.

If it was just a mask disguise, there was no hiding from the Hermit’s thought-writing technique.

The real Aiboge was hiding in the most dangerous—and therefore safest—spot: among the guests, within five meters of her.

Five meters. It sounded short. It could be within reach of a substitute—or the length of a room.

“Sasha, where’s the stomach?”

“Master, it’s a little above the belly button—maybe a bit off-center… But actually, putting the poison into his throat works just as well.”

“The explosion came from the stage. There was no bomb found beforehand, and no shrapnel left behind. Small blast radius, but fatal at close range. Definitely the work of an ability user. The culprit must be somewhere with a clear view of the stage…”

As she was analyzing, someone in the guest area suddenly clutched their throat and collapsed.

This unexpected turn caused full-blown panic. Even with bodyguards rushing to perform CPR, it was too late.

“No one is allowed to leave! We must determine what—”

Before they finished the sentence, half the guests had already bolted. Who listens in a situation like this?

Amid the chaos, Mi Xiaoliu hadn’t even planned to escape—but was shoved out in the crowd.

A perfectly executed assassination.

Or maybe… not quite.

“What’s going on?” Officer Chen stared silently at the corpse.

Four young men, handcuffed and kneeling on the floor, didn’t look older than high school students.

“He’s dead. The Avengers of Justice did it,” the lazy officer said, pointing at the row of kneeling youths. “Them.”

He handed over their invitations. “A group of true blue rich boys.”

“Just these four?” Officer Chen asked in disbelief. “Didn’t a bunch of people run off in the chaos?”

“I had extra clones stationed outside. Already brought everyone back. The Salamander did a scan—of everyone. It’s just these four.” Since someone had died, they had legal right to use telepathy—but Lu Mingxue was forbidden from revealing anything unrelated to the case.

“I just got the message and came to help wrap things up. You already finished questioning that many people? That fast?” Officer Chen clearly didn’t buy it.

“Mrs. Lasvedo called in pressure. Her daughter was at the charity auction.” The lazy cop stared solemnly from behind the gas mask. “Also present were the sole heir of the EIlis family, and Mr. Lin’s son-in-law…”

Officer Chen fell silent.

These were all descendants of legendary contributors during the Level 5 ability user crisis. Even now, they hold a serious clout in the Federation. What were their families thinking—sending their kids into a dangerous city like this just to hog the spotlight?

“You’re sure none of them were the killer?” Officer Chen suspected a cover-up.

“The Salamander’s report says no. If you don’t believe it, ask her yourself.”

“Hmm…”

“Only one of them is an ability user. The other three are normal humans.” The lazy officer looked at the four rich boys. “What were you thinking? Do rich kids all chase death for fun?”

“I…” The four were dumbfounded.

They’d killed the wrong person. Why did the target just drop dead?

“Cause of death: [Poison Brand] poison. Supposedly an untraceable toxin that causes cardiac paralysis,” the forensic investigator explained.

“Then how did you find out?” Officer Chen, impressed, asked.

“Well… these guys aren’t too bright.” The forensics officer held up the bottle of poison in an evidence bag.

Unopened. Still sealed.

“Someone shoved the whole bottle, glass and all, down his throat. Aiboge died from asphyxiation.”

“…”

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At their base, Mi Xiaoliu stood silently while getting scolded. Normally composed, Wei Shi was now furious—he’d just been denied a pentakill by a teammate, only to hear this absurd news. And the pentakill was gone.

“Are you brain-dead?! This was so simple, and you screwed it up on purpose?!”

He jammed his finger at her forehead over and over, then flicked it hard.

For a girl her age, that stung more than enough.

Mi Xiaoliu instinctively clasped her hands together.

“Do you even have a human IQ?!”

Two hours of shouting later, his voice finally gave out and he stopped for water.

Mi Xiaoliu rubbed her forehead and tugged his sleeve: “The gold, and silver coins…”

“Gone. You still want a reward?” Wei Shi replied, still furious.

It was clear he wanted to hit her—but he restrained himself. Even his tone was forcibly held back.

Mi Xiaoliu: “…”

She was upset.

She didn’t even understand what she’d done wrong.

“Master, this feeling is called grievance,” Sasha chimed in, utterly unhelpful.

“I’m back!” Hayato Shigenobu walked in cheerfully. “Mission complete. Though I might’ve accidentally left a footprint on the scene, but it’s just one and—”

“SMACK”—he got hit on the back of the head.

Wei Shi: “You brain-dead? Leaving a footprint at the scene?”

Hayato: “???”

It’s just a footprint—why so mad?

This organization might be a little harsh on newbies.