Chapter 49
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Chapter 49: Why Should I Use It On Someone Else?
“How much is the rent for this place per month?” Yiwen asked.
Heli glanced at Yiwen, who was currently sitting beside Mi Xiaoliu, using Mi Xiaoliu’s phone to edit her own annotations back to normal.
“Two hundred thousand.”
“I meant rent.” Yiwen’s hand trembled slightly.
“I am talking about rent,” Heli replied expressionlessly.
“Why don’t you just go out and rob people??”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?” Heli tilted her head slightly.
This wicked old hag… Why is she always at odds with me?
The last time Yiwen had felt this upset was when she went to a friend’s house as a child. The friend’s parents had walked in and asked about her exam scores.
Yiwen answered honestly with her disappointing result, and the adult’s expression immediately changed—as if they’d written “Don’t corrupt my child; my kid doesn’t play with your kind” across their face.
Infuriating. May thunder strike them!
Still, as someone currently suspended from duty, she didn’t feel like going back to school just to sleep slumped over a desk. Without a teacher lecturing, it was genuinely harder to sleep. An empty classroom felt kind of creepy.
So Yiwen, taking advantage of that wicked old hag being preoccupied with her bottles and jars, quietly asked Mi Xiaoliu if she could stay over for the night.
Mi Xiaoliu agreed.
What an understanding and kind soul.
But then…
“Can I sleep in the bed?” Yiwen asked sweetly, hugging the spare bedding Heli had prepared for Mi Xiaoliu, blinking as she stood by the bedroom door.
She knew she was cute—a kind of androgynous cuteness that appealed to all.
“Bang.” The bedroom door slammed shut in her face.
“…”
Apparently, he didn’t allow her to push her luck.
【Yiwen Affection -1】
She could almost hear the deduction point sound effect in her ears as she lay sulking on the sofa in the living room.
If he knew she was a girl, he’d probably give up the bed without hesitation. Too bad he didn’t know—and she had no intention of telling him for now.
Even with memory issues, most guys instinctively acted gentlemanly toward girls, right? Even though he was younger than her, it was only by two years—not even enough to be considered an older-woman-younger-man dynamic. So he must think she’s a guy too…
Damn it, this itch in her chest!
Yiwen comforted herself over and over again in her head.
And then couldn’t fall asleep.
Her sleep schedule was still off, and as someone used to sleeping nude, she found it hard to drift off while fully clothed. But she wasn’t about to make that kind of fanservice mistake.
Her mind started to wander.
“Mi Xiaoliu, are you asleep?” The place wasn’t very soundproof—at this volume, if he wasn’t asleep, he’d hear.
“No.”
“Let’s hang out Saturday. My treat.”
“Going to Mingxue’s on Saturday,” Mi Xiaoliu replied.
“Oh, what for?”
No answer. Either he’d fallen asleep, or he just didn’t know.
“Can I come too?” Yiwen asked.
Still no answer.
Yiwen felt a twinge of unhappiness.
That night, she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.
Other sleepless souls included overworked supernatural police, and the criminals who existed to oppose them—often helping inflate police stats—mostly affiliated with the vigilante group Tian Xing Dao (Uphold Justice on the Behalf of Heaven).
“You have three major sins: gambling, violence, and unfilial conduct.” The Crimson Walker held up a camcorder, silently filming the man clutching his left hand and wailing in pain.
The boy in pajamas behind him looked uneasy and stepped forward, only to be held back with a wave.
“Abusing your wife and daughter, being addicted to gambling, even stealing your parents’ pension…” The Crimson Walker stepped closer, glancing briefly at the bruised-faced woman sitting on the floor, trying to look calm while shielding her daughter’s eyes with trembling hands.
With a sigh, he said, “We’ve already warned you twice.”
Then he turned his gaze back to the man. “You deserve to die.”
“Mutant punk, f*ck your mother!” the enraged man roared, grabbing a folding stool and hurling it at him.
Had the person standing in front of him been a burly, bearded man, perhaps he’d only feel fear.
But it was just a teenager—one who happened to get superpowers from a genetic mutation, threw on a ridiculous outfit, hadn’t even finished his education, and now stood there spouting righteous speeches, pretending to judge adults.
His instincts screamed at him to beg for mercy, but his adult pride—and the alcohol in his gut—told him this was just a laughable little punk.
The plastic stool collided midair with a paper dart launched at high speed, and the two created a small-scale explosion.
The fragments scattered across the floor instantly sobered the man up. He turned and bolted toward the kitchen, hoping to grab a weapon. But the explosion that went off behind him—and the pain blooming from his abdomen to his chest—alerted his brain that he probably couldn’t move anymore.
The Crimson Walker didn’t spare a glance at the man’s mutilated, burning body. He just removed the memory card from the camcorder and handed it to the shivering woman still holding her daughter.
“Give this to the police. They’ll know it wasn’t you.”
Tian Xing Dao took justice into their own hands—but they never let others take the fall for their actions.
Of course, they only went to such lengths when others were present. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have spawned so many impersonators in black.
“Thank you…” the woman trembled as she took the memory card, watching the two figures leap out the window.
Perhaps she truly was grateful for the rescue—or maybe she was just relieved the killers hadn’t harmed her or her daughter.
That day, a case of domestic abuse was stopped.
That day, a little girl watched her violent father die before her eyes.
“Boss, wasn’t that a bit much? I thought we were just here to teach him a lesson…” Jim, his mind still fogged from a burst of adrenaline, was only now realizing he’d joined a group that actually kills people.
“I’ve told you, once you’re in, we’re brothers. Don’t call me boss,” the Crimson Walker said with a helpless shake of the head. “We’d already warned him twice.”
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice… There’s no third time.
“It’s normal you can’t accept it yet. Maybe once you’ve experienced more, you’ll understand…” he looked up, his expression both profound and melancholic.
Jim said nothing.
“Oh, right. Tonight we’re going to hit the police with a pressure operation—won’t be deadly. Want to come?” Crimson Walker asked.
The recent aggressive crackdown by police had them pissed, and White Whale’s actions last night had been the final straw. These hot-blooded youth couldn’t take the humiliation.
Would the overwhelming strength of the police make them face reality? No. Rebellion grows stronger when underestimated.
Sensing Jim’s hesitation, Crimson Walker added, “Relax. At most, they’ll use tranquilizer rounds. We won’t use lethal force either.”
Behind the masks of Tian Xing Dao were often juvenile faces—this was exactly why they dared to act so boldly and even go toe-to-toe with the police.
“Uh… I guess I’ll go observe?” Jim didn’t want to refuse outright.
Crimson Walker smiled and pulled out a sealed canister of pepper spray. “Basic gear. One bottle, one hundred miras.”
That night, despite the lack of lethal weapons, the clash was still intense. Tear gas and pepper spray blanketed the air so thickly that even that chaos-chasing female reporter didn’t dare approach.
The entire street became a choking mess. Office workers who passed through it daily cursed their luck while taking long detours.
Crimson Walker, face tightly covered but still coughing violently, stumbled over to Jim and saw the unused pepper spray in his hand. He exploded in fury: “Why the hell didn’t you use it?!”
Jim snapped back: “I paid for it with my own money. Why should I waste it on someone else?”
“…”
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The next day, Jim joined the “Half-Day Nap Squad.”
“Morning, Mingxue… Ah, I didn’t sleep well last night. Bit of bed anxiety—I wasn’t used to sleeping at Xiaoliu’s place,” Yiwen greeted cheerfully the moment she entered class.
“…Why are you telling me this?” Lu Mingxue was utterly speechless.
They usually passed each other every day without so much as a greeting.
“Oh, right. Can I come over to your place on Saturday too? Or are you all holding some ‘No Yiwen Day’ party? No way, right? Right?” Yiwen leaned in very close—enough that it looked rather ambiguous to any onlookers.
But Lu Mingxue just felt a chill run down her spine.
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Author’s Note on Going Live (Ciweimao):
As the title says, I got shoved onto the release schedule after just two promotion spots.
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