The Unforeseen Trap

A world with extraordinary power is truly different.

In just over half a month, the previously destroyed buildings had been mostly restored. They even intentionally aged them to match the surrounding colors for the sake of city cleanliness and aesthetics.

Dedicated indeed.

“So, you were treated as a pawn to bear my wrath?”

“You flatter me. I was merely appointed to guide you thanks to your grace.”

Grace, huh? Aya Tone didn’t continue speaking. He turned sideways, looking at the woman he had briefly met not long ago with a half-smile.

We’re not school students anymore. Some things are clear between us.

She slowed down the car and glanced over twice, then quickly averted her gaze. “After saying so much, I roughly understand your purpose in coming, Officer Yan.”

Yan Mo, the unattainable flower of the Major Crimes Unit. She had B-rank strength, and with external equipment, she could boost it further. In a short time, records about Yan Mo appeared in his mind. As for how he knew her, that started from that part-time job infiltrating Qian Mian’s lair. The mole caught on the spot was her. She was undercover in the Qian Mian organization and almost got exposed and killed. In Aya Tone’s view, she was the type worthy of respect, but not recommended to emulate.

“But understanding and agreeing are two different things. With your strength…” Aya Tone said suggestively.

Yan Mo’s hand on the steering wheel paused, then quickly relaxed. Her eyes looked straight ahead, and she said no more.

With the escort of Officer Yan Mo, Aya Tone grew bolder. The fifteen-kilometer-per-hour electric scooter was accelerated by him to over a hundred, stunning a nearby guy on a motorcycle.

“Dude, have you ever seen a shared e-scooter hit eighty?”

“What? Too much venison last night? You’re hallucinating.”

“Go to hell, old man here used to go seven times a night and was still full of energy the next day.”

“So how come you’re having unrealistic dreams?”

“…”

Indeed, when out and about, you have to rely on connections.

Releasing Ah Lan, who had burned her last light, Aya Tone still felt unsatisfied. No wonder so many people love watching motorcycle riding videos online—it really is fun.

He remembered that… some sports cars were specially equipped with magic stone drive devices, and there were even dedicated races. However, because magic stone power was too wild and difficult to control, coupled with the price of magic stones, it wasn’t popularized nationwide.

And also.

The moment Aya Tone let go of the electric scooter.

Thud…

Looking at the pile of scrap metal on the ground, from which only a trace of its former shadow could be barely discerned by color, Aya Tone was silent for half a second.

“Your will was only to this extent?”

“I will remember you, Blue Flash!”

Yan Mo had also parked the car and stood beside Aya Tone, likewise looking down at the fragments.

“The materials used in shared electric scooters are too low-grade, the magic conductivity too weak. It’s a miracle it lasted this long.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

With someone else present, Aya Tone couldn’t keep acting crazy. Silently thanking Blue Flash for its final sacrifice, he fiddled with his phone as he walked.

“Hey, I just rented your electric scooter and it spontaneously combusted.”

“What? You’re asking about the situation? It’s already scrap metal, and you’re asking! I called the police, they just put out the fire.”

“Location?” Aya Tone frowned. Trying to save a bike fee, why was it so troublesome. This attitude meant they didn’t believe him. No choice! Needed to clinch it!

He covered the microphone and whispered to Yan Mo behind him: “Do me a favor, help me prove it.”

Looking at the phone handed over, Yan Mo paused for a moment, but still took it and put it to her ear. After a simple identity verification, her expression gradually became subtle. She seemed to want to say something but stopped, then returned the phone to Aya Tone.

“Alright, they said they will compensate you…”

“Compensation too?” Aya Tone’s eyes lit up. He had only wanted to shift the blame, but unexpectedly there was an unexpected bonus.

Nice! Was this also within your expectations, Blue Flash? I accept your feelings!

Due to the police blockade and the intricate factory area, the remaining path had to be on foot.

The further they walked, the tighter Aya Tone’s cute eyebrows knitted. The smell in the air grew stronger as they approached the scene, finally becoming a stench.

Smelling that odor, Aya Tone quietly rejoiced that he hadn’t eaten breakfast today. It was really unbearable. Presumably, last night’s visit had been too hasty—just a simple cleanup, not much more, to preserve the scene.

He lightly brushed his hand over the tip of his nose, and a miniature barrier magic completely isolated the external air, also enveloping the disgusting smell.

Continuing inward, Aya Tone seemed to ask or talk to himself.

“Don’t you think the murderer has some psychological issues? Killing is one thing, but can’t they clean up the body? If it were me, I’d provide a full cremation service, and if time permitted, give them a proper requiem. Don’t you think, Officer Yan?”

At this moment!

Aya Tone’s footsteps halted. Each word he spoke was clear, but chilling.

“You’re right, maybe the other party didn’t intend to hide at all.”

“Is that so? Then what is their purpose?” Aya Tone pretended to think.

Suddenly! He seemed to have a flash of inspiration. “Every time, there is the figure of that male student—a frame-up!”

“Or else…” The expression on Aya Tone’s face vanished like a magic trick. His deep eyes seemed to swallow all light, and his cold voice sent shivers down the spine. “To lure me out.”

“Now it’s just the two of us here. Tell me, what do you want?”

“Clap, clap, clap.”

Yan Mo was silent for a moment, then clapped her hands, laughing charmingly. It had to be said, the name ‘police flower’ was well-deserved. After a long time, she stopped.

“When did you start suspecting me, my lord? I cleaned up all the traces on every victim.” Yan Mo pretended to think, pressing her finger to her lips in distress.

Her frankness caught Aya Tone off guard. And this incident happened to be seen by Yan Mo, who burst into laughter. “Are you wondering why I don’t even bother to pretend?”

“From the moment I killed the first person, my target has always been you, Lord Aya Tone.”

“Only when your identity in this world is cornered will you truly accept your noble identity and return to us.”

“This is all for… my lord.”

Yan Mo’s face was filled with fanaticism, the same expression Aya Tone had seen on Qian Mian’s believers.

But… If she was truly a member of Qian Mian, then why was she nearly killed as a mole back then? A double agent? The relationships were too messy. Aya Tone, not even a high school graduate, couldn’t figure it out at all.