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A profound sense of loneliness reached his ears, and Zhu Mingyao suddenly felt a pang of inexplicable pity.

He gathered up the few pieces of remains left at the scene, glanced at the figure walking ahead, and silently followed.

The entire journey was relatively speechless.

Back in the hall, Zhu Mingyao knocked out the last surviving researcher and tossed him into a corner, letting him sleep with the Jeko brothers. His lips moved for a moment, but he finally whispered, "..."

"Aside from everything imposed upon us by others, the meaning of life must be sought by ourselves in quiet contemplation."

However, his half-baked inspirational quotes only elicited a half-smile from him.

Serena's gaze shifted with amusement. "Are you afraid I'll kill myself, you cute little boy?"

She smiled and leaned closer, her breath sweet as orchids and musk, "I'm an immortal being, I haven't lived enough yet."

"Oh my god, big sister, you're doing this again," Zhu Mingyao said, turning his face away in embarrassment.

"bell--"

The phone rang at just the right moment, breaking the increasingly ambiguous atmosphere.

Zhu Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly answered the phone.

"Michelle? How did you know... Hmm, I remembered to make the call!"

The voice from the other end of the microphone startled him, making his heart leap and his eyes darting around in circles.

Urgent question: I just sneaked a bite of food, and my girlfriend, who has the ability to see the future, called to check up on me. What should I do?

Chapter 349 Witch

"Where are you now? Why does your tone sound a little strange?"

Like a lightning bolt piercing through the fog, just like any girl in love, the fortune teller girl's "boyfriend radar" was instantly activated, keenly detecting a slight flaw in someone's demeanor.

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Zhu Mingyao was terrified and immediately retorted with a series of denials.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed oblivious, continuing to express their concern, "Just now I had a sudden inspiration, it seems I had a precognitive dream, and I sensed that your fate has fluctuated. Has something happened?"

Before he could finish speaking, a slender, white finger suddenly appeared, teasingly lifting his chin. A faint, slightly sweaty scent wafted over, making his nostrils itch.

The vampire older sister's mature and beautiful face carried a hint of resentment, her eyes flashing with a manic aura. Her cherry-pink tongue deftly darted out, sweeping around her full, crimson lips, adding a glistening sheen. She mouthed the words silently:

"Your girlfriend? Want to try listening to her voice while on the phone, and then... *humph*?"

She curled her lips into a wicked smile that seemed to be asking a question.

"Do you want to wear Pinru's clothes?" Zhu Mingyao shook his head vigorously, dispelling the urge to cosplay Hong Shixian.

Doing something this exciting right now will get you banned!

"Tch, what a joke, kid with no sense of humor."

Seeing his depressed and panicked expression, Serena happily covered her mouth, her cheerful and playful demeanor as if time had reversed 300 years and she had returned to being that noble girl who had not yet become a vampire.

"Since our loyal little brother is going to have a private chat with his girlfriend, I'll take my leave for now."

A telepathic connection was established, the black matte leather jacket swayed, and the graceful figure gradually blurred and undulated.

"Oh, right, I forgot something..." The woman's eyes sparkled, giving her a mischievous look.

The box full of green paper scraps scattered in mid-air, and the rustling sound startled him, so he quickly and cautiously covered his phone.

"I'll keep half of these bearer bonds as a reward for you. After all... you did quite well just now. You should exercise more in the future! Maybe we'll meet again sometime."

Zhu Mingyao suddenly raised his eyebrows, instinctively took a step forward, raised his arm halfway, but then stopped abruptly.

Things turned out this way by a twist of fate, which can only be described as a coincidence. We're not ordinary middle school students, so how could we possibly be expected to follow some kind of lighthearted campus romance comedy?

In the brief moment of his hesitation, the black figure vanished into the void like a drop of ink falling into water, leaving only the clear, faint moonlight, quiet and cold.

Slowly stepping out of the broken gate, watching the frost gradually recede and the first light of dawn appear on the horizon, Zhu Mingyao suddenly felt a sense of loss, but he quickly adjusted his mindset and put away his unrealistic fantasies.

There's a little darling here who needs to be appeased.

"...It involves some dirty dealings within the federal government. That's the situation. Fortunately, there was no fatal danger. I'll handle it properly. You should go back to sleep, or you'll get wrinkles..."

Zhu Mingyao transformed into a great Confucian scholar, employing the subtle and euphemistic style of writing to the fullest. He recounted the situation in a half-truthful manner, joining the girl in venting about the dark secrets of official institutions, and barely managed to get away with it.

"Okay, I'll take a nap first. Starting tomorrow, the Special Investigations Bureau's intensive training will be coming to an end, and I'll have a week off. My friend invited me to go shopping. How annoying! I've been in New York for months and haven't had a chance to go shopping on Fifth Avenue yet..." The complaints gradually subsided and eventually turned into soft snoring, indicating that the owner had peacefully drifted off to sleep.

Zhu Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and waved his hands. Grayish-yellow sand and stones flew up, and in the interplay of light and shadow, the murder den disguised as a wilderness bar, along with the surrounding parking lot, campfire, billboards, and everything else, were temporarily erased by the illusion.

Finding a flat rock, Zhu Mingyao plopped down and sighed as he scrolled through his phone's contacts. While the vampire girl could have her fun and leave, he couldn't be so carefree. He'd better think about how to clean up his mess.

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Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled golden patches that fell across the dark red mahogany wood floor, the divination table covered in mysterious runes, the meditation rug wrapped in gold and silver threads, and the soft, comfortable bed.

Michelle clung to the blankets like a worm, wriggling around for a while before reluctantly waking up from her nap.

After adjusting to the dim morning light, she yawned, placed her hands on her forehead, and gently rubbed her temples, fragments of memories from last night echoing in her mind.

Following the ticking sound, the girl scratched her messy blonde hair and turned her gaze to the understated yet luxurious mechanical clock.

Beneath the clear artificial crystal disc, the broad obtuse angle formed by the hour and minute hands caught her eye, causing her to sit up with a swift, effortless motion.

"Wow—it's already past eight o'clock!"

She kicked away the clean, rustling quilt, quickly got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and dashed into the bathroom like the wind.

The rushing water echoed in the quiet morning. She squeezed out a large puff of white foam and smeared it all over her face in front of the mirror. She spun her toothbrush quickly in her mouth, carrying away the stale air from the night before.

In just five minutes, the girl transformed from disheveled to refreshed. She quickly tidied her wet hair, neatly combing it into a short ponytail, revealing her delicate face and bright eyes.

Hmph, perfect.

Even though the local weather has been relatively mild lately, she still put on a thick coat and then pushed open the door.

"Ouch, Nan? Why didn't you knock?" Michelle almost bumped into the figure squatting in the hallway and quickly helped the other person up.

She said apologetically, "It's all my fault for getting up too late. You must have been waiting for a long time, right?"

"No, it's okay. Thank you for taking me shopping and having fun. I'm very happy."

The girl fiddled with her two brown braids, giggling shyly. Chubby and no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, her honest features were slightly disproportionate—one eye was larger than the other, clearly indicating a congenital condition such as Down syndrome.

"You're just too concerned about others. You could have gone to the restaurant and eaten while you waited."

Michelle took her hand tenderly and they walked downstairs side by side.

The girl's name is Nan. She is a new friend she met at the official training base for extraordinary individuals. She was recommended by the Sisterhood of Witches and is a highly talented apprentice witch.

In the common understanding and folk legends, witches and so-called witches are roughly the same image, but in the classification of extraordinary people, they are completely different beings.

Simply put, the powers possessed by witches are mostly learned later in life, and like wizards, shamans, and druids, they belong to the category of traditional spellcasters.

Witches, on the other hand, are those whose ancestors gained the favor of non-human beings through marriage, rituals, contracts, and other means. They have certain special inheritances engraved in their bloodline and soul, making them more like bloodline sorcerers who can use all sorts of strange abilities without having to learn any skills.

Of course, the two are not clearly distinct. Women with witch blood are more likely to become excellent witches, just like Madison and Zoe.

However, compared to the girls who were favored by their teachers, Nan received far less attention.

Because of her special bloodline, although she is extremely skilled in mind reading and telepathy, she also has a congenital brain malformation and mental disability like a child, which is why she was sent to participate in the official training program.

The fortune teller girl had heard Madison and her friend mention her before. Since she was an acquaintance and classmate of her best friends, she naturally had to take care of her.

Chapter 350 Shopping and Chance Encounters: The Bankrupt Heiress

If you love him, send him to New York, for that is heaven; if you hate him, send him to New York, for that is hell.

—A federal proverb.

This name plays an irreplaceable role in the history and culture of the Union. If Washington, D.C., home to the White House and Capitol Hill, the highest institutions of power, is the brain of the nation, then this city is undoubtedly its heart.

It is both a paradise for dreamers and a testing ground for dream chasers.

In those bustling streets and alleys, every person hurrying by carries their own story and ideals. Some excitedly step onto the dazzling Broadway stage, while others ambitiously gaze at the financial empire of Wall Street.

However, where there is light, there is also shadow; beneath prosperity and extravagance lies endless darkness and despair.

For visitors who lack perseverance, extraordinary willpower, or superb skills, the glory and wealth that seem within easy reach are actually just an empty illusion that will vanish in an instant.

Those who manage to escape unscathed and leave in disgrace are considered lucky; many more pay a heavy price in this pursuit—their future, love, health, or even… their lives.

However, all of those things, at least for now, have absolutely nothing to do with the two girls who are just visiting temporarily. At this moment, their young minds are preoccupied with only one simple thought.

"So many, so beautiful!"

On Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, which is bustling with activity, upscale shopping malls and luxury hotels line both sides, and the crowds are endless.

"Louis Vuitton! Prada! Chanel! They're all limited editions."

Michelle's eyes lit up as she stared at the lavishly decorated and creatively designed shop windows, drooling over the exquisite fashion items on display. She was overwhelmed by the sheer variety and her heart had already fallen into the evil abyss of consumerism.

Nan, standing to the side, was clearly a bit socially awkward. She timidly covered her old-fashioned lady's floppy hat, trying to block the view of the people passing by. She carefully tugged at her companion's clothes before daring to secretly peek at the exquisite clothes, hats, and bags.

Despite physical and mental disabilities, what girl could resist beautiful things?

"They're all so expensive," Nan stammered. Although she had little experience shopping independently due to her health condition, she could still recognize the string of Arabic numerals on the tags, which made her feel a little dizzy.

"Don't worry, our budget is absolutely sufficient!" The fortune teller girl confidently raised her hand, and the Citibank platinum credit card shone brightly in the morning light.

Money should be spent wisely. As a superhuman advisor who is being groomed by the government, I receive a substantial monthly allowance. If I don't spend it now, when will I?

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"...Okay, I'll take it. Wrap it up with the printed denim jacket from earlier." The blonde girl gently stroked the black checkered cashmere jacket, feeling its delicate and breathable texture, and handed it to the sales consultant with satisfaction.

The sales consultant smiled as she took the clothes and gestured to her assistant to begin packing them skillfully. "You have excellent taste! These two items are the latest spring styles. Please wait a moment; we also have some matching new sneakers arriving. Let me introduce them to you..."

Having worked in luxury brand flagship stores for many years, she possessed an exceptional ability to judge people. She immediately saw through the naivety beneath the young customer's lavish exterior and decided to keep this big client firmly in her grasp. She then used all her skills to make a highly professional recommendation.

The blonde girl nodded slightly, her bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

She looked around with lingering interest. The boutique's interior was stylish yet elegant, and the soft lighting illuminated the exquisite clothing, highlighting its noble quality.

A few years ago, she, a country girl from a small-town middle school, could probably only visit such a luxurious den of extravagance in her dreams. How could she be like this now, standing alongside those socialites and wealthy ladies who were clearly very rich?

Just then, a desperate plea came from behind her, drawing her attention.