Chapter 66

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Chapter 66: A Father’s Love, A Son’s Howl

“Repeat after me…”

Under Heli’s patient instruction, Mi Xiaoliu was laboriously relearning how to spell the alphabet. Otherwise, she couldn’t even type properly.

Her grasp of knowledge was still at the point of pointing to each word with her index finger as she read—like a grade schooler.

Today brought another surprise quiz. As usual, Old Gao said nothing about Mi Xiaoliu’s consistently blank test papers. But the chubby teacher—like he’d finally caught a break—rushed to the infirmary for a “home visit” with Heli.

Heli often brought lunch to Mi Xiaoliu and had been personally walking her to class recently, so it wasn’t hard to guess she was the girl’s “guardian.”

So, Heli sat cross-legged in a chair, sipping tea from a thermos, calmly listening to the fat teacher’s long tirade. An outsider might think she was the teacher and the man was the parent.

When the fat teacher finished breathlessly airing every single offense Mi Xiaoliu had committed since enrolling, and all he got from Heli was a simple “Oh.”

Then Heli stood, tossed out, “Like mother, like daughter, and slammed the door behind her.

Even Heli had to stew on that one for a while.

Still, when she got home, she properly lectured Mi Xiaoliu—things like not standing up in class without reason, not making phone calls during lessons, and raising her hand if she needed something.

“I’m done reading.” Mi Xiaoliu looked up, pulling Heli from her daze.

“Read it again. I didn’t hear.” Heli, expressionless, coldly sentenced her to repeat.

As expected, Mi Xiaoliu couldn’t manage a second reading.

It wasn’t on purpose—she wasn’t trying to sneak one past her while she spaced out. The kid was pretty honest.

But just reading it once doesn’t count as memorizing it.

Not just Heli—Mi Xiaoliu herself had been a bit off lately, probably still preoccupied with everything that had happened that day.

“Don’t run off this weekend, especially not to the north side of the city.” Heli warned her again, uneasy. “Otherwise, I’ll make you share the room with Gloria.”

That threat was extremely effective on Mi Xiaoliu.

After seeing her off to her room, Helil turned to the uninvited guest who had appeared on her balcony.

A burly red-haired young man dressed in black casual wear for nighttime movement, wearing a gas mask that covered the lower half of his face.

“Who are you?” Holly asked, unfazed.

“Is she your daughter?” Wei Shi strolled in like a visitor, flipping through Mi Xiaoliu’s handwriting practice book.

“She’s not.”

“Is Third Fractal here because of you?” Wei Shi didn’t look at her as he began circling mistakes in the red pen.

“No.” Heli snatched the book back irritably. “It’s cursive. Not wrong.”

“Heh.” Wei Shi sneered. “Cursive is just stylized mistakes.”

“You’re the one getting her into trouble?” Heli put the book down and glared at the man responsible for corrupting minors.

Wei Shi didn’t deny it. He flipped open one of Mi Xiaoliu’s textbooks and snorted again at a vandalized illustration.

“She won’t be running with you anymore,” Heli declared. “That Third Fractal gas—by the time someone realizes they’ve been poisoned, it’s already too late.”

You don’t even have to show your face to massacre a city. That’s the insidious danger of virus-type abilities. With the right conditions and power level, one could easily start a zombie apocalypse.

“That’s not your decision to make,” Wei Shi said, pointing out the window. “And it’s not mine either.”

Beneath the moonlight, an hawk perched on the beam outside the window, staring unblinking at them—almost robotic, almost judgmental.

It was at that moment Heli finally realized who this person was. Her brow furrowed deeply.

A Night Hawk officer.

Once you join Night Hawk and accept its protection, you follow its rules. Even slackers are required to complete one mission per month—the organization’s bottom-line for freeloaders.

If there was anyone to blame, it was Heli herself—for not raising Mi Xiaoliu well before she joined Night Hawk.

With a flick of her fingers, Wei Shi launched a photograph towards Heli’s face. As the breeze stirred the curtains, the black-clad intruder vanished into the night—along with the hawk.

Heli frowned, examining the homework book for a long time. Still couldn’t see how the cursive was “wrong.”

Maybe it was her med student eyes? In medicine, even scribbles had structure…

She used a spare key to quietly enter Mi Xiaoliu’s room, confirming the girl was fast asleep. Then she pulled out the photo Wei Shi had left behind.

Just like what the police had found: a blue-haired university girl’s ID photo. The back recorded only sparse data—from ten years ago.

That’s the level of secrecy Easter maintained—not even Night Hawk could breach it.

—

At the Police Station.

Almost every night, they caught one or two of these self-proclaimed “Avengers of Justice” (Tian Xing Dao). If only those smug internet critics could look through the eyes of a real ability officer, they’d see how hard the team was working.

But these vigilantes were like rats—no matter how many you caught, they kept coming. Some weren’t even locals, but were brought in from other cities.

No one could figure out how a ragtag bunch of kids—none older than 25—could grow a half-baked, ruleless organization into something this big. Who was really pulling the strings behind the scenes?

They worked their asses off catching people, and still the internet buzzed with sarcasm. Even unrelated video comment sections were flooded with snide remarks from keyboard sages who thought they were geniuses—ready to pass judgment on everyone else.

Yet the so-called “trash” they mocked had to grind through piles of cases every single day.

“Name and gender.” The officer tapped his pen.

Jim looked nervously at the officer. “Uh… my gender is male, name’s Jim.”

The officer frowned. “Age?”

“Sixteen.”

“Dominant hand?”

“Left…”

“Left?” The officer glanced at the pen spinning in his right hand.

Jim blinked, realizing. “Ohh… that dominant hand.”

“…”

“Relax. No pressure.” The officer forced a smile.

“Congrats, Jim. You’re the 100th vigilante we’ve caught this month. To celebrate, we’ve decided to add two extra years to your sentence.”

“Really?” Jim latched onto just four words: Congrats and Reward.

“You little—” The officer’s face twisted, and he smacked Jim on the head. If his colleague hadn’t pulled him back, he would’ve gone full beatdown right there.

Jim clutched his head, terrified into silence.

Because the man interrogating him—was his father.

“Did your brain not develop, or did it skip you entirely? Me and your mom are not good enough for you? You wanted a new phone? I would’ve bought you the damn Durian 14 on release! You little—” The more he spoke, the angrier he got. He even started pulling out his “Seven Wolves belt”.

For superpower cops, online hate was one thing—but the real nightmare was pulling off a mask mid-arrest and finding your “own flesh and blood” behind it.

“I want to report this officer for prisoner abuse!” Jim shouted as he backed away in handcuffs.

He successfully triggered his father’s passive skill “Resentful Rage”——all critical hits now had special attack effects.

It took two people to drag him out.

Then Officer Chen entered the room, sipping from a thermos, and took over the interrogation.

“You’re my subordinate’s son, so I’ll call you Little Jim. Tell me, son—anything you wanna get off your chest? Be honest and we’ll go easy.”

“I never wanted to join,” Jim said, full of regret. “But… she was just too hot.”

Ever since joining that dumb organization, he hadn’t even seen the pretty recruiter once. It was all sweaty guys every time.

Officer Chen glanced at the one-way mirror—behind it stood Lu Mingxue, the mind reader.

She probably never imagined she’d end up interrogating one of her own classmates.

Even with a mind reader, they followed due process—giving each suspect a chance to confess on their own. Jim, who had joined with barely any thought, was the perfect candidate.

After thirty minutes, Chen realized this kid hadn’t done anything serious. The worst offense?

Blabbing to everyone about Yiwen’s “hemorrhoids” after swearing to keep it secret.

Not illegal—but not very moral, either.

So Yiwen has hemorrhoids, huh? I’ll bring her bananas next time, Officer Chen noted.

A few more questions in, and it became clear: Jim didn’t even go to team-building events. Since joining, his brain had been 100% focused on boobs and nothing else.

After a few moments’ thought—and considering this was his subordinate’s only son—Officer Chen decided to push for a non-criminal resolution.

“Alright. Tomorrow, just act normal. Keep up appearances. Go to all the vigilante team-building events. Ever watch any spy thrillers?”

“He’s too dumb for that. Just lock him up already.” came the voice of his father.

No one knew when he came back—but the love of a father was just too overwhelming. Not even two men could hold him down.