Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

She flicked the blood-red gem, gently caught it, and placed it on the pad of her index finger. The gem shone brightly in the moonlight, gleaming with a light that displeased Xia Wore.

“I wanted them, so I killed them all.”

Xia Worei remained silent for a long while: "You mean, you can do whatever you want?"

"Yes, whether you believe it or not is up to you."

Luna remained calm and composed throughout the entire process, without any change in her demeanor.

But that's the unusual part. Generally speaking, people have subtle reactions when they lie, unless... they've undergone special training.

Special patrol teams have such counter-interrogation training.

Xia Worei raised her eyes: "Who exactly are you?"

"Phantom Thief."

"True identity".

"Of course, it's the Phantom Thief."

"That's utter nonsense." Xia Worei frowned deeply.

Luna smiled and said, "How can that be considered nonsense? I can be anyone when I take off my mask, maybe someone from the security team, or maybe a girl having fun on the street..."

"But once I put on the mask, you'll know who I am at a glance, won't you?"

Luna blinked and said, "Isn't this the most realistic thing?"

She's also quite adept at sophistry. Xia Wore thought to herself, she wouldn't accept such blatant misleading logic.

There is only one truth.

Luna yawned: "It's about time to go back to sleep. Goodnight, Miss Chavore."

"and many more."

Luna wasn't surprised. Xia Wore was talking to her, and it certainly wasn't because she wanted a friendly exchange with the phantom thief, or because she had developed unnecessary feelings for him.

She turned around, placing her hand in front of her so she could draw the pistol at her waist at any moment.

"What's wrong, Miss Xia Wore? Do you want a goodnight kiss?"

Xia Worei selectively ignored Luna's statement, put one hand on her hip, and said, "I have something to ask you."

"9 years old, a phantom thief. Female, likes beautiful things, unmarried, no partner."

"—How did you find out about these people's whereabouts?"

Even Mingming and Yingting had a hard time catching up with them.

"That's what I wanted to ask," Luna thought to herself.

Luna gazed into Xia Worei's eyes: "I've long heard that Miss Xia Worei has a unique way of doing things, but I didn't expect her to actually ask the prisoner for his opinion."

The Special Patrol is not only a special department within the court of law, but its captain, Chavory, is also special.

In the past, when people mentioned Xia Wore, they would call her "the daughter of a sinner".

Because her father had been a member of the garrison, but violated the garrison's rules and regulations by leaking important case information, he ended up as a defendant in the opera house.

He was then exiled to Mero Petersburg.

His daughter, Xia Wore, later became a member of the special patrol team.

Xia Wore has a unique style of handling cases, and she even invites serious criminals who are still serving their sentences to serve as temporary "special consultants".

"Is it really okay to ask me about this phantom thief?"

Luna emphasized, "Captain?"

Xia Worei's expression remained unchanged: "If dignity and face can keep Fontaine at peace, that would be best; if not, then they are of no use."

“Criminals who escape justice are the greatest insult to order and justice.”

“And now, sinners even more unforgivable than you are harming countless innocent people. Between two evils, I will choose the lesser one and deal with them first.”

Xia Worei tightened her gloves: "Of course, I will also send you to jail, it's just a matter of order."

Her words and actions were completely genuine, so honest that they were refreshing and didn't evoke any sense of aversion.

Luna touched her lips, lost in thought.

"...Of course I can tell you, but I'm not a kind person who will unconditionally share information with you."

Xia Worei bluntly stated, "You want to make a deal."

"Are you unwilling?"

"Say what you want."

I've been waiting for you to say this.

Luna approached Xia Worei, ignoring her sharpening gaze, and placed her hand on Xia Worei's shoulder, slowly moving it toward her neck.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a firm touch on my side.

Without a doubt, it was the muzzle of a gun.

Xia Wore was holding a pistol to her side.

"Move again and I'll shoot."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't draw your gun?" Luna wasn't surprised.

Xia Wore looked down and saw the pistol pressed against her side at almost the same time, but her face showed no tension or panic.

Instead of answering Luna's question, she questioned her:

"What do you want to do?"

"A kiss on the cheek?"

22: I don't eat things that are given away for free.

Xia Wore couldn't help but wonder if she had misheard.

"Say it again."

"I want to kiss Miss Chavory."

After a long silence, Xia Worei said, "This is not funny."

"Isn't it funny? Even though I'm serious."

She said sternly, "That's even less funny. I have no reason to make you do that, and even if I wanted to make a deal with you, what I would have to pay is definitely not my pride."

"Hands are fine too."

"Unfortunately, I have nothing to offer as a bargaining chip. And if you don't restrain yourself, all you'll get is a hot bullet."

That's the kind of reaction it has to be.

Unfortunately, it wasn't good enough. Luna withdrew her hand contentedly; there was nothing she wanted on Xia Worei.

Although the keys to the special patrol team and the fries in her pocket were tempting, there was no treasure inside the special patrol team, and the fries seemed to be another dinner for Chavoret.

Taking someone else's dinner is going too far.

Seeing her withdraw her hand so decisively, Xia Worei narrowed her eyes.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied."

"Your personality is absolutely awful."

Was it terrible? She never thought so.

In any case, both Chiori and Xia Worei will refuse.

Luna blushed slightly: "Ah, now that you mention it, I really want to do it."

Xia Worei replied coldly, "You're welcome to try."

Her gun was still pressed against Luna's side.

Would Miss Chavory shoot me under these circumstances?

"meeting."

"It's clearly not honorable at all?"

"Glory cannot arrest criminals."

After saying that, Xia Wore's gaze fell on Luna's pistol, the muzzle of which was also pressed against her side. She gently pulled the trigger, and the bullet would penetrate flesh and tear it apart.

At such a distance, the bullet would pierce through the abdomen, leaving a trail of blood; there was no possibility of it missing its mark.

"Why don't you guess if there's a bullet in my gun? Even though it's a single-shot gun, it's just a matter of whether there is or isn't, a 50% probability."

If it were a revolver, you could play the spinning wheel, but unfortunately, you don't have one.

Xia Wore said softly, "As for mine, there's no need to guess. The Special Patrol Team would never go into battle with an unloaded gun, but you can guess whether I'll pull the trigger. The probability... depends on your answer."

Luna pondered for a moment with interest.

Then she took a step closer, grabbed Xia Wore's hand, raised it, and pressed the muzzle of the gun against Xia Wore's not-so-human chest.

"That's what makes it a threat."

A hint of surprise flashed in Xia Wore's eyes, but she remained calm and composed.

"You are not afraid of death?"

"You can't beat me without the idea and determination to tear me to shreds," Luna said with a smile.

And she knew that Xia Wore would never do that.

The police force prohibits vigilante justice, and this applies equally to the special patrol force.

"You won't shoot me through the heart."

"But I can shoot you in all four limbs," Xia Wore said irritably.