Magical Girl Fan Bingbing

Jiang Ran's hand, which was resting on the table, moved almost imperceptibly.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead asked, "How did they ask?"

"They first asked me if I still wanted to continue making magic essence..." Leng Qiaoqiao was also a little confused. "When I said I didn't want to do it for the time being, they said they had found out some information from some new inmates in prison."

"They heard that there's a man called the Disaster Master who's very famous lately, and they asked me if I knew anything about him."

Leng Qiaoqiao's gaze turned to Jiang Ran again.

"Teacher Jiang, judging from what they're saying, the person called the Disaster Master seems to be you."

Jiang Ran didn't respond, waiting for her to continue.

"But the problem is..." Leng Qiaoqiao frowned, "My underlings said that the Disaster Master is a powerful wild magical girl who defeated an entire elite squad of the Public Security Bureau in just two moves. They even asked me if I could contact the Disaster Master."

As she said this, a hint of confusion appeared in her amber eyes.

Is Jiang Ran a magical girl?

Leng Qiaoqiao hadn't even seriously considered this possibility.

Because all the magical girls who have awakened to date have been women between the ages of 10 and 20, this is an ironclad rule written in textbooks, and there has never been an exception.

Jiang Ran, a 35-year-old middle-aged man, was directly excluded.

Therefore, there is only one answer.

"She is indeed my student." Jiang Ran sighed inwardly.

One lie requires countless more to cover it up, but he could only try to fool people for now.

"For some reason, she owes me a favor. Last time when the police were fishing, I asked her for help to get those monster corpses. I was in charge of making them, and she was in charge of the execution."

That explanation makes sense.

Leng Qiaoqiao had never understood how Jiang Ran had stolen all the bait from the police station's fishpond, but now that the "disaster owner" was a variable, everything made sense.

Leng Qiaoqiao nodded, but then looked puzzled: "The disaster victim went to so much trouble to help, shouldn't they at least get some compensation for their hard work? What did you say to her, Teacher Jiang?"

Jiang Ran did not answer the question directly, but instead steered the conversation back to the topic.

What do you think about your younger brother suddenly contacting you?

Without even thinking, Leng Qiaoqiao concluded, "The Public Security Bureau is using my people as bait."

"I've looked into it. Based on my past experience, even if those underlings weren't the ringleaders, they would likely be locked up for at least 10 or 20 years before being released. These kinds of serious criminals simply don't qualify for bail."

"Unless someone made a deal behind the scenes."

Leng Qiaoqiao stirred the ice cubes in the glass with a straw and continued her analysis.

"They just happened to find out about the Disaster Lord while they were in prison, and then they just happened to come and ask me after they got out. What a coincidence. And the way they asked me was also problematic. First, they tested whether I still wanted to work as a magic elementalist. When they saw that I wasn't hooked, they brought up the name of the Disaster Lord to lure me in."

"This tactic is exactly the same as the one the police used to lure us with Ah-Qiang last time, except this time they used a new batch of bait."

"However, since the Public Security Bureau wants to contact the victim through me... what do you think, Professor Jiang?"

Jiang Ran remained silent for a while, then unconsciously tapped her fingers twice on the table.

The police department most likely wanted to find him, and given that "Disaster Master" had already gotten involved with Leng Qiaoqiao, the Avenger, when he first debuted, it was expected that the police department would use this connection to send him a message.

If Jiang Ran were in the Public Security Bureau, he would have come up with the same idea.

The Public Security Bureau's intention to connect with the Disaster Lord is also very clear. Like the Demonic Cult, neither side wants to push the Disaster Lord, a high-end combatant, to the other side, and they want to win him over no matter what.

But he didn't want to take sides, whether it was the Ten-Seat Council or the Demonic Cult.

Jiang Ran was tired of the fighting and killing in the martial world. Even if the Demon Cultivation Society rebuilt the Demon Alliance, it would not be the Demon Alliance that Jiang Ran was willing to sacrifice everything for back then.

He just wanted to make enough money, arrange everything, and then spend the rest of his life quietly.

"I'll handle this; you don't need to worry about it."

Leng Qiaoqiao nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

She was used to Jiang Ran's style of not revealing all her cards. Jiang Ran would tell her what she needed to know, and it would be pointless to ask what she shouldn't know.

After a moment of silence, Leng Qiaoqiao changed the subject to something more practical.

"What about the raw materials for the new batch of goods?"

This is the most pressing issue right now.

The thrill of getting rich overnight, sometimes tens of millions, is so addictive that neither of them wants to stop. They've both tasted the sweetness of it and neither wants to give up.

But even a skilled cook can't cook without rice.

The police station just suffered a failed fishing attempt and learned a huge lesson; they certainly won't be throwing bait into the fishpond again anytime soon.

The black market channels have been almost completely cut off under the continued pressure from the Security Bureau. Those underground dealers who were secretly selling monster corpses have either been arrested, gone into hiding, or become informants for the Security Bureau.

To obtain the monster's corpse, we must find another way.

Jiang Ran leaned back in her chair, her gaze falling on the pedestrians coming and going on the street outside the window. Her eyes flickered as she fell into deep thought.

"Our current business is not a long-term solution."

Jiang Ran turned her head and looked at Leng Qiaoqiao.

"Now that we have completed the initial capital accumulation, we should start thinking about the longer-term future."

Leng Qiaoqiao was slightly taken aback; she didn't react for a moment.

"The longer-term future?"

"Yes, the future." Jiang Ran's tone was decisive. "We currently have tens of millions in cash on hand. Although this money was obtained through proper channels, the accounts cannot withstand close scrutiny. The longer the money is held, the greater the risk."

Leng Qiaoqiao was somewhat unwilling, "Our channels have just been established, and the orders from the Demonic Cultivation Association are probably huge. If we give up like this..."

"So, let's place one last order."

"The biggest one."

Leng Qiaoqiao straightened her back unconsciously.

"While the disaster lord still owes me some favors, I can ask her to help me find a way to obtain a higher-level monster corpse."

"We used to use black iron and bronze grade materials. If we can get higher grade monster remains, you should know what that means."

"After we finish this last job, we'll retire from this business."

"You can use this money to invest, speculate in stocks, open a factory, do whatever you want, and become a respectable businessman in the future."

"Me too. Once I have enough money, I'll have the surgery to treat my illness, and then I can peacefully watch my daughter grow up."

"Okay, I'll listen to Teacher Jiang." Leng Qiaoqiao stared at Jiang Ran for a while, and finally nodded. "Let's do one last stroke."

This is the escape route Jiang Ran arranged for Leng Qiaoqiao and herself—The big one!