Chapter 62

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Chapter 62: Very Bouncy

“In the end, the doctor could only helplessly tell the domineering CEO Wang Er, Nicholas Zhao Si that he had a terminal brain tumor. Faced with the pain of his beloved, Wang Er gritted his teeth and made a shocking decision: he asked the doctor to transplant Nicholas Zhao Si’s tumor into his own brain, so he could die in place of his lover!”

This was the grand finale of the 9.9-rated masterpiece “My Biological Dad and Brother-in-Law”. The comments section was flooded with high ratings and emotionally-charged posts like: “This suffering must not be mine alone.”

“So touching, haha…” Beibei’s voice sounded forced.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up…” Lu Mingxue apologized immediately on the other end of the phone.

She knew that for Beibei, anything related to terminal illness was probably a taboo topic.

“It’s okay. Just tell me next time if there are any new dramas worth watching. The audiobook feature on the radio is just so dull without any emotion…”

“Mmm, I will.” Sensing Beibei’s low mood, Lu Mingxue ended the call.

Neither of them mentioned the reported incident again. It was as if it had never happened.

“Princess, you can have your phone back now,” Beibei said to Mi Xiaoliu, who was crouching in the corner with her ears covered.

Lu Mingxue had told her to find a corner to cool down and not to listen to anything unsuitable for children—never expecting the girl to actually go find a corner and plug her ears.

This gave the blind Beibei some new information: this so-called “Princess” was probably quite young—no wonder she insisted on calling herself that.

Even the weak glow of a phone, when close, was enough to cause Beibei physical discomfort. Clearly, Nurse Sister hadn’t been exaggerating.

Feeling the phone taken back, Beibei continued, “You’ve come so many times already—does that make us friends by now?”

No response. The cold princess remained silent.

Beibei couldn’t even tell if she had left. After all, she wasn’t born blind—her hearing wasn’t particularly sharp.

“At least tell me your real name. I’ll tell you mine in exchange.”

“No.” A curt reply, but at least it was a response.

“My name is actually kind of funny…” Beibei said awkwardly. “My full name is Belia Anheida. I haven’t even told Mingxue that.”

Still no reaction. So frustrating! She even revealed such an embarrassing name and got nothing in return!

“Prin—”

She had barely uttered two syllables when the sound of a window opening cut her off. Just as Beibei assumed the cold princess was leaving, she heard a sudden commotion.

She could just make out the sound of a mushroom-shaped lamp being knocked over—definitely not a sound one person alone could make. It sounded like a struggle. Then came the princess’s muffled grunt.

“Princess?!” Beibei sat up uneasily.

“You’re under arrest.” Yiwen stood expressionless, looking down at Mi Xiaoliu, who was pinned to the ground by her ability and clearly in pain. “Little bitch, let’s see if I don’t…”

This time, no matter how pitiful the girl looked, she wasn’t going to hold back.

She slapped on the power-suppressing handcuffs and then gave her a firm slap on the butt—nice feel, very bouncy.

She slapped again.

Sasha had a full 2,000-word tirade in mind for those groping hands.

Yiwen glanced at the flustered girl in the hospital bed but resisted the urge to enact her revenge right there—it wouldn’t look good for law enforcement if word got out.

She had tailed this little bitch all the way from outside, watching her sneak into the hospital and enter the third window from the left on the eighth floor. And yet, with such a small lead, it took her nearly half an hour to catch up.

Fortunately, the girl hadn’t left, giving Yiwen the chance to use her power to ambush her. Without that, she wasn’t confident she could take down someone with such an unreasonable spatial ability.

Flat on the floor, unable to move—no trace of the person who had recently bested that Humpback Whale of a man in combat. Subduing her had been laughably easy.

“Who are you?! I’m calling the police—cough, cough!” Beibei reached out and hit the emergency nurse call button.

“I am the police.” Yiwen tried to reach for her badge before realizing it wouldn’t matter—the girl was blind. “This is a wanted criminal. We’ve been chasing her for a long time.”

She didn’t bother explaining further. Instead, she pulled out a full restraint set and bound Mi Xiaoliu tightly—wrists to neck, joints restricted. If the girl wanted to break free by force, she’d have to decide whether her neck was stronger than her strength.

Now lying on the floor in a bizarre pose.

Only then did Yiwen release the gravity hold she had applied—she still needed to carry her back, after all. Then she would find a secluded spot, kick her in the crotch three hundred times, and stab her with a “Thousand-Year Kill” another three hundred times, until the girl begged for mercy while crying out for her mommy!

“Wait—cough! She’s not a bad person, you must have misunderstood—cough, cough…” Beibei’s voice grew weaker amid her coughing.

She didn’t know anything about this messenger girl—not even her name.

But that didn’t stop her from acting like a rascal, throwing fruit in the direction of Yiwen’s voice: 

“Cough! Run, Princess!”

After all, Beibei herself wasn’t exactly innocent—law-abiding citizens don’t get their hands on something like N1202. With black-element powers, she was far from some goody-two-shoes.

Yiwen stepped back and didn’t say a word, chuckling as she watched the girl pelt Mi Xiaoliu with fruit instead.

At that moment, the nurse arrived, and Yiwen’s badge finally served its purpose.

“Police business,” she said, flashing her credentials in the nurse’s face before turning to give Mi Xiaoliu a swift kick to the rear. “Catching a criminal, and you—”

But then, completely off-guard, she was launched out the window—chest-first—shattering the glass and flying backward from the eighth floor.

She’d been kicked in the butt.

“White Whale! What’s going on?!”

Yiwen barely stopped herself mid-air, tears pricking her eyes as she rubbed her bruised butt. That little bitch hadn’t held back at all—unlike her, who hadn’t even used her power when kicking.

“I was going to ask the same! Has logistics been compromised? Why didn’t the handcuffs work??”

She had seen it—at the exact moment she stepped on the girl’s ass, every single cuff on Mi Xiaoliu vanished.

That meant she would have transferred the cuffs to Yiwen’s heart instead.

Power-suppressing cuffs, rendered useless. Was there anything more absurd?

There was definitely a leak in logistics.

The great close-combat specialist had been humiliated three times by a brat who still smelled like milk… It was all too restricting—being a cop with powers, and the other one being a minor.

“Cuffs didn’t work? That’s impossible,” the operator said, confused. “Maybe you grabbed the wrong set?”

“Shut up, she’s getting away.” Yiwen lightly kicked the wall behind her, using the momentum to launch herself in pursuit of Mi Xiaoliu. On the way, she grabbed a stone block and hurled it.

It spun like a medieval catapult missile, only to vanish just before hitting the black-clad girl. Spatial abilities were so unfair.

“Wait—why didn’t she just teleport away? Don’t chase her—something’s off!” the operator warned.

Teleporting oneself was the most basic use of spatial powers, teleporting objects was more advanced.

“She’s stopped moving.” Yiwen calmed herself, landing softly on a nearby rooftop while rubbing her still-sore butt.

“She’s stopped? What the he—zzzt—zzzt—”

That interference crackle wasn’t something that should happen in a modern city, especially not with police-grade gear.

Only one explanation, someone was jamming the signal.

Something bad was happening here, though maybe not caused by the brat?

Yiwen didn’t dare move closer. Her eyes stayed locked on the girl below, who had begun coughing and clutching her throat.

As Mi Xiaoliu passed through the area, her breathing became labored like a bad cold—nasal congestion, headache, dry throat, violent coughing, muscle weakness, and a fading consciousness.

Fever-like symptoms, all developing in under twenty seconds—escalating rapidly to life-threatening levels. In her ear, Sasha’s alarmed voice rang out:

“Easter!”

The coughing grew more intense—until blood appeared.

“Who’s got a death wish and dared to put a bounty on me on Night Hawk Net?!”