Chapter 106: Brothers Understand You

Thirty minutes later, they met Jin Luan and gathered in her small rooftop hideout.

Returning to this place still gave a chill down the spine, looking at the wall covered with photos, with even more added now.

Sitting inside the room, Jin Luan arrived two minutes late.

As soon as they met, Jin Luan came over worriedly and checked her all over.

This time, she didn’t examine any inappropriate places.

Seeing Yin Lin completely unharmed, she found it strange: “You didn’t get hurt this time?”

Yin Lin: “I’m invincible, okay? How could I get hurt?”

Jin Luan, suspicious, continued: “We think what happened tonight was a diversion tactic. Huan Hong and I were both sent to the border area. There must be some big operation in the city. My guess is, only a cadre-level demon could pull off something like this. What exactly happened?”

Yin Lin put her hands on her hips: “Isn’t it because I’m insanely powerful and cracked the enemy’s plot?”

Jin Luan reached out and grabbed her sides, tickling her until she couldn’t stop laughing: “Stop fooling around. Quickly tell me what happened.”

Yin Lin ran a few steps away, escaping her poisonous hands.

Catching her breath, she calmed down after a moment and then recounted the night’s ordeal.

They talked late into the night.

Standing on the rooftop of the building, gazing at the distant view, at the edge of her vision, helicopters flew back and forth in the sky, guarding the airspace.

Countless Eastern Alliance personnel were handling the aftermath of the shot Yin Lin fired on the ground.

Many onlookers were gathered there, making the night lively.

After hearing Yin Lin’s story, Jin Luan also fell into suspicion.

Tonight’s events seemed too much like a diversion.

Why wasn’t there a final confirmation?

Because the enemy was a demon, one couldn’t help but wonder if demons had that kind of intelligence.

What if?

If Yin Lin hadn’t been in the city, that mall would have been doomed.

It was likely everyone inside would have died.

But here was another question: if it was a diversion, was it only to kill the people inside the mall?

Was there an important person there? Or was it a special place?

Of course, Jin Luan told Huang Yi about this, wanting to ask him about the mall.

If the mall was just an ordinary mall with no important people, then this matter became even more mysterious.

Jin Luan was also very concerned about the enemy’s consistent avoidance of direct combat.

Yin Lin had been active for about a month now, and the city’s citizens were very familiar with her fighting style, knowing her strengths and weaknesses.

Many humans even said they could make Yin Lin kneel and beg in close combat.

It wasn’t that people looked down on magical girls, but Yin Lin’s close combat ability was just that weak, giving the impression that humans could defeat a magical girl.

Would those terrifying demons with their fierce close combat skills be afraid of just one Yin Lin?

They didn’t even once engage in close combat and kept running away until finally being blasted by a massive cannon shot.

Something just didn’t fit tonight’s situation.

When asked, Huang Yi said the case details were unclear and under investigation.

Jin Luan and Yin Lin then chatted about other details, including the gravity magic incident.

What kind of gravity magic could be so extreme that it flattened everything within its range like that?

It wasn’t just heavy objects pressing down, but pure gravity itself.

The lethality was unprecedented.

It even reflected back a magical power cannon shot.

How strong would gravity have to be to forcibly alter the trajectory of such an attack?

After they finished talking, the two parted ways.

The next day, Song Wuli got up early and took a detour on the way to work to check out the place where last night’s battle had happened.

The subway in that area was suspended, so he had to take the bus.

Sure enough, the bus was full of pilgrims—mostly boys and girls.

Wherever Yin Lin was, they were there too.

Three people sitting in the back row caught Song Wuli’s attention.

They wore matching knee-length silver trench coats, each with identical embroidery.

The pattern was a white trapezoid, but it was too far away to make out what it represented.

At the station closest to the explosion site, 90% of the passengers got off, almost all to visit the crime scene from last night.

The roads had been blocked off, with security personnel guarding every street, preventing people from getting close.

Song Wuli walked around the area to observe and found the Failure Squad had arrived.

They were giving speeches to the gathered citizens and TV stations.

The squad leader, clad in intimidating Exoskeleton Armor, shouted at the reporters.

Pressing his right fist to his left shoulder: “Devote everything to humanity!”

“Magical girls are the embodiment of evil. They are no different from demons. This is the harm magical girls bring to people. Countless lives have been lost in explosions like these.”

“Our Failure Squad exists solely to eliminate demons and magical girls. As long as they exist, so will we.”

Suddenly, someone shouted, “Then may I ask, where were you last night when the magical girl was fighting demons?”

Perhaps caught off guard by the sudden question from a citizen, the Failure Squad leader stared at him and said, “We were also battling demons last night. Details can be found in today’s morning news.”

The man kept shouting, “So, the Failure Squad was completely unaware of a demon breaking into the city and had no response at all?”

The question was sharp. The Failure Squad leader looked displeased and stared at the man.

Song Wuli’s attention was drawn there too.

He realized the questioner was one of the trench coat people from the bus.

The Failure Squad leader knew something was off with this person and avoided answering, changing the topic: “Regarding last night’s case, the Failure Squad has nothing to disclose at the moment. Detailed information will be released in the news. Everyone, please do not gather here. You might be attacked by demons.”

Song Wuli wandered around a bit longer without discovering anything else, then left for his company.

Huang Yijun was surprisingly in the office area.

Wasn’t he supposed to have been transferred?

He was eating instant noodles.

“Old Huang, why are you here? Not going to the director’s place?” Song Wuli approached.

“Sigh, got here late today, just rushing to eat some noodles. I’ll go there later.” Huang Yijun slurped loudly.

They chatted a bit more.

Once he started talking about his new job position, Huang Yijun went on and on.

He hadn’t seen his old friends much and seemed a little bored.

A young man passed by, bowing to Song Wuli: “Good morning, team leader.”

Song Wuli nodded back: “Morning.”

He continued talking with Huang Yijun, and soon Xiao Liu passed by, greeting him: “Good morning, Team Leader.”

Song Wuli nodded again.

Not long after, Xiao Zhao came to greet him as well.

Seeing Song Wuli busy, Huang Yijun patted his shoulder and laughed: “So, being team leader is pretty annoying, huh?”

Song Wuli nodded: “It’s alright, still getting used to it.”

Huang Yijun leaned in and quietly asked about last night’s event: “Did you hear about last night? Our Master and Heavenly Father, our Saintess Yin Lin, once again slaughtered demons.”

Song Wuli nodded.

Huang Yijun quietly pulled out his phone and sent something: “By the way, I know what you like, sending it to you right now.”

Song Wuli took out his phone and received the pictures Huang Yijun sent—a full set of high-definition photos of Yin Lin’s legs and feet from last night’s action.

Huang Yijun smiled proudly: “Pretty nice, right? These are the latest pictures our organization got.”