Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"Theresia went after that little girl, don't worry."

Chapter Thirty-Two: You're planning to take me to a candy store run by rats to eat bootleg Victoria's Secret candies?

Wayne had to admit that the police in Lungmen were far too lenient. He wondered if it was just Inspector Chen, or if all the police in Lungmen were like this—facing such blatant extortion, they actually tried to reason with these bastards?

Reason is meant to be explained, but some people are simply not human. Even if there are surveillance cameras, so what? With so many onlookers gathered around, if any of them upload the so-called "police beating video" online, the negative public opinion it generates will be staggering.

They're all essentially just people looking for fun. Do they care about the truth? No. The fact that Liu Zi ate a few bowls of cold noodles is something only people care about when Liu Zi is alive but about to die. Once the truth is revealed, they'll simply switch sides.

Therefore, in Wayne's memory, even the former Colombian federal government, which prides itself on being a beacon of democracy, had its National Guard almost out of ammunition when faced with such a situation, and then had to seek compensation from the extortionist's family for emotional distress and reputational damage. If they didn't pay, they would be imprisoned.

Victoria's attitude on this matter is hardly any better. While she may not be as ruthless as the Colombian National Guard, what do you think Victoria spends so much money every year to train so many well-trained Royal Canadian Mounted Police and warhorses for?

It's to ensure that we can give you a severe beating without killing you. After all, we are civilized people, and civilized people believe in "stopping when it's too late."

In this regard, Wayne still felt that the Lungmen Guard Bureau's attitude was far too lenient. This time, the person being blackmailed was Inspector Chen, who was Governor Wei Yanwu's niece. Given Wei Yanwu's level of concern for Chen, this level of slander probably wouldn't harm Inspector Chen, and the person spreading the rumors would certainly suffer the consequences. However, the shadow it left on Chen was fatal. When a good person is held at gunpoint by countless people, not everyone can bring themselves to speak out in anger.

More people will choose to reflect on their own mistakes. Wayne doesn't know if Chen will choose to conform because of this, but even if there's only the slightest possibility that Chen Huijie will become someone else, Wayne won't take that risk.

Golden light shone from his pupils, and the Mandate of Heaven was activated abruptly. No verbal command was needed; dealing with a ruthless and weak-willed villain like the kneeling woman from Katus required no incantations. Wayne could accomplish this simply with the radiation from the range of Originium Arts.

"Slap your mouth, stick out your tongue, roll your eyes, wave your hands and feet, and make a 'V' sign."

In one swift motion, she turned a highly publicized farce into another potentially dangerous one. The onlookers quickly scattered in fear of the suddenly deranged woman, leaving only the woman, Carter, completely unable to control her expressions and movements, awkwardly posing in bizarre ways on the ground, and a bewildered Inspector Chen looking around.

"Theresia?"

Wayne looked at the Sarkaz girl beside him. Theresa nodded in unison.

The girl was incredibly experienced; she could guess what Wayne wanted to eat that night just from a glance. Naturally, she had already left her "marks" on the fleeing Carter's girl and her group of women's accomplices.

Should I follow?

Wayne nodded:

"please."

His intuition told him that this matter might not be as simple as it seemed. The fact that the other party was willing to take action in a busy downtown area, even resorting to suicidal behavior like trying to extort money from the police within the scope of surveillance cameras, just to forcibly take An Suo away suggested that this girl might really be hiding some unspeakable secret.

Of course, Wayne had no intention of meddling. Theresa was a very sensible person; she would never put herself in danger. And after the crowd dispersed, Wayne immediately went up to Chen and told him what had happened.

"Don't worry about the little guy, Theresa has already caught up."

Chen breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Then, with a face full of apology, she said:

"I'm so sorry, I brought you here to have fun, but this has happened. I..."

"You can't just ignore it, can you?"

Wayne nodded to Chen and waved his hand:

“Go ahead. Theresa has gone ahead. I’ll take Vina for a walk around this area. Remember to be back before evening. I can cover for you during this time, but if you’re not there when you get back tonight and Mr. Wei notices something, I won’t be able to help you.”

Chen bowed deeply to Wayne and Vina with gratitude. Then he turned and ran ahead along the road.

Vina watched all of this in silence. She turned her head, tilted it slightly, looked at Wayne, and asked curiously:

"Has Superintendent Chan always been like this?"

Wayne raised an eyebrow, asking curiously, "Why are you asking me?"

Vina frowned suspiciously and said:

"Because what you just said made me feel like you knew her personality very well. Aren't you classmates?"

"Yes, we're classmates. As you know, we're from the Victoria Royal Guard Academy."

Vina knew, of course, that if it weren't for that academy, Wayne wouldn't have taken any graduation exams. Without taking any graduation exams, Wayne wouldn't have been able to go to the North. If Wayne hadn't gone to the North, the North's rebellion, the execution of the Duke of Normandy, and the reconquest of the North—all these events might not have been resolved so quickly.

But she's just a classmate. Are Wayne and she really that close?

"Are they really just classmates?"

"Vina said. Wayne scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then replied:

"We're not just classmates. We're also very good friends. After all, we've been through thick and thin together."

"I see...."

Vina nodded.

"Just friends?"

Wayne blinked: "Or what else?"

Vina poked Wayne's waist with her cane, causing his muscles to twitch. Wayne glanced over, and Vina's mocking gaze spoke volumes.

"No, that's not it. Kids shouldn't think so much; it just leads to bad behavior!"

Wayne awkwardly tapped Vina on the head. Unfortunately, her thick, frizzy hair prevented Vina from receiving the typical CG of a younger sister character clutching her head and weeping after a head injury. Vina barely even felt any pain.

She simply shrank back, turned her head away, and muttered under her breath, "This is a classic case of protesting too much."

Her brother was good in every way, except that he was sometimes too much of a womanizer. Although as the only heir of the Aslan family, Wayne's womanizing was certainly not a bad thing, Vina still felt a little jealous.

But never mind, I won't mention it this time. I, Vina, will pretend to be blind this once.

Now that Theresa is gone, and Chen is gone, it's just the two of them. A rare moment of alone time for the siblings, let's take a good stroll around.

Where do we go next?

"Hmm... how about a candy store?"

"You're offering me candy? Do you really think I'm a child?"

“No,” Wayne waved his hand, “that candy store is quite special; it sells Victoria candies.”

"You came to Lungmen just to buy a box of Victoria candies that were imported some time ago? The middlemen in Lontinim must be ecstatic." Vina, now a master of witty remarks, launched into a barrage of sarcastic comments.

Wayne shrugged. "So, that candy store is pretty special."

"What's so special about it?" Vina asked.

"The Victoria candy boxes they're selling are counterfeit."

"Let me add something to the preface: not only should the middleman thank you, but the original manufacturer should also thank you. You're here to help protect our rights, Your Highness!"

“Just kidding.” Wayne was amused by Vina’s teasing and explained, “What’s special about that candy store is that its owner is a rat (Zalak).

Vina was silent for a moment, then looked at Wayne and asked seriously:

"Are you planning to take me to a candy store run by rats to eat bootleg Victoria's Secret candies?"

Wayne's lips twitched. Now that Vina said it, something did seem a bit off.

“I’m your sister!” Vina pouted angrily.

“Table…table,” Wayne replied awkwardly.

"So what? Blood is thicker than water!" Vina said, feeling wronged. We used to say that the other way around!

Wayne covered his face; well, the more he tried to explain, the worse it got. He could only take Vina's hand and say:

"Alright, alright, let's go. We'll find out when we get there. Anyway, it's just the two of us. What's wrong with siblings teaming up to fight counterfeits?"

Chapter Thirty-Three: This little bucket is your eternal home.

Calm, calm, joyful.

Sadness, helplessness, melancholy.

Fear, fear, panic!

Theresa opened her eyes wide. She found it!

This is the beauty of emotional absorption. Even in a bustling city center, amidst crowds and traffic, where it seems impossible to see people's heads clearly, under Theresa's unique second perspective, everyone's emotions are undoubtedly slightly different.

No two snowflakes in the world are exactly alike, and even similar human emotions will have subtle differences in degree and state. Over the long years, the Sarkaz girl has long since learned to discern these subtle differences, thus finding the person she seeks in the vast sea of ​​people.

An Suo was being chased by that group of unknown origins, and having just almost been arrested, given the girl's fragile mentality, it was impossible for her to be calm and composed. Panic, fear, and helplessness were the most accurate descriptions of An Suo's current state of mind.

In this way, Theresa easily eliminated nearly 90% of the crowd on the shopping street. Of the remaining 10%, Theresa had already memorized Ansuo's mental state and marked her. At this moment, Ansuo was hidden in the crowd, difficult to spot to outsiders, but to Theresa, she was as conspicuous as someone waving a flashlight around in the dark. She easily found the girl hiding in a trash can at the entrance of an alley.

When Theresa untied the metal lid of the trash can, An Suo's expression was one of shock. She would bring cleaning agents to clean this trash can every now and then, just so that if she were unlucky enough to be caught by the cops in the downtown area one day, she would have a place to hide.

But to her surprise, her meticulously prepared "trash can safe house," which she had never used, was so easily exposed in her debut battle by a pink-haired Sarkaz woman. And, judging from her appearance, this woman wasn't even a police officer!

Was my disguise really that bad?! I was clearly enduring the discomfort, even bending my incredibly sensitive ears over!

"How...how did you find me?"

"Huh? I saw you open the lid, crawl in, and then close the lid."

Theresa played dumb. The Demon King's Originium Arts and his highly symbolic and distinctive emotion absorption spell were Theresa's secrets, and she wouldn't reveal them easily!

But this sentence was undoubtedly heavenly music to the little rabbit.

Oh, so he wasn't a cop. He was just a regular passerby.

His mood instantly improved. He secretly took the trash can lid back from Theresa, looked around to make sure the group wasn't there, and then said to Theresa:

"Auntie, let it go this time, but please don't trespass into other people's homes again next time."

Theresa was taken aback: "Home? What home?"

The little girl waved the lid of the iron bucket in her hand, then pulled back into the bucket, put the lid back on, and said, half to herself and half in response to Theresa:

"This little bucket is our home forever!"

Clang!

With a crisp clang, the trash can shook slightly twice before returning to its original state, leaving Theresa standing to the side blinking her eyes, both amused and exasperated.

What's going on here?

This little rascal, he really knows how to talk nonsense, saying that this little bucket is our eternal home, he can't come up with a single good word.

Theresa turned around, pulled out a pack of cigarettes she had just bought for disguise, took one out, put it to her lips, and pretended to smoke it while standing by the trash can. The gang members who happened to be watching from a distance only paused briefly at Theresa before looking away.

If it weren't for me, you might already be captured by these guys. I don't know what you did to offend these bad people, but for both reasons and in principle, you have to call me your savior!

So, if I ever hear you call me "Auntie" again, I won't let you off the hook. And if I hear you call me "Auntie" in front of Wayne, you'd better watch out! I have Inspector Chen's contact information; one call and you're in jail for three days straight—no problem!

The gang members who had tracked the area walked back and forth several times, but still couldn't find An Suo. Somewhat frustrated, they shook their heads and stomped their feet, but had to accept the fact that they seemed to have lost him. They then started running further away. Seeing the gang members leave, Theresa breathed a slight sigh of relief.