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According to Cui Ming, there are two possibilities. One possibility is that Jinjin's idol seeks a challenge, targeting practitioners to satisfy an inner desire for conquest. The other possibility is to cling to a powerful figure. Jinjin's connections are not ordinary; aside from being a practitioner, her father wields significant power.
Zhao Wei made a gesture, and Cui Ming nodded. Zhao Wei lightly flipped inside, landing behind the wardrobe, ready to wait for the right moment.
The man knelt down and caressed Jinjin's feet, looking up at her. "I am willing to divorce for you."
Jinjin took a moment to collect herself, somewhat surprised. "Really?"
"Really, I swear."
Zhao Wei sighed. Look at this; he said he would call before meeting his idol. He only lives on the surface of idol worship, knowing her blood type, zodiac sign, and birthday but not understanding her inner self. Honestly, how many rebellious kids like Jinjin know their parents' blood types, zodiac signs, and birthdays?
"No," Jinjin shook her head. "You and Nina are a perfect match."
"That's not true; we've been separated for five years. Our love only exists in front of the cameras."
Jinjin closed her eyes and shook her head, feeling dazed. She didn't know what else was mixed into the alcohol; the Force within her was completely unable to dispel whatever had entered her body. Her hand loosened, and the rocket launcher fell onto the bed. The Golden Idol took advantage of the situation and immediately stood up, embracing Jinjin. "Trust me, I will take responsibility."
Tears streamed down Jinjin's face. "Don't lie to me."
"I won't; I swear on the moon."
A sweet smile spread across Jinjin's face when suddenly she felt a tremendous force surge into her body from behind. The man she was holding was flung away as if propelled by a spring, crashing violently against the wall several meters away. She was pulled down by him, her insides shaking as she spat out a mouthful of blood.
At that moment, Jinjin reacted extremely slowly, not even realizing she had been ambushed or attempting to harness the Force. Then a cold chain wrapped around her body; it was only then that she sensed something was wrong. However, the Force was still in turmoil within her, and with her entire body feeling weak and her head spinning, she struggled to resist but couldn't muster the energy. Just like that, she was locked down by the Force Lock.
Jinjin was trying to turn over, but a bedsheet covered his face. Zhao Wei looked at the writhing figure of the Golden Idol on the floor, clearly in pain, and gestured to Cui Ming. Cui Ming was taken aback and repeated the gesture. Zhao Wei nodded decisively; indeed, a man like this could be silenced for good reason. There were two undeniable reasons: betrayal and drugging. Such a person could easily escape legal punishment with money and a good lawyer when brought to trial.
Cui Ming approached the man, but Zhao Wei shook his head and handed the wrapped Jinjin to Cui Ming, indicating that he would handle it himself. Cui Ming could kill, but he wouldn’t be able to stage it as an accident. Zhao Wei walked over, grabbed the Golden Idol, and took him to the bathroom, setting up a scene where he would slip and hit his head on the bathtub.
Cui Ming smiled wryly; although Zhao Wei had become a police officer, he still carried a heavy air of lawlessness in his actions. However, when dealing with certain individuals, Zhao Wei was far more effective than Evelyn. As a resident of Dawn City, he cared deeply about public safety. If Zhao Wei could wield violence correctly, it might not be a bad thing for Dawn City. Yet Cui Ming also understood that there was another reason behind it; in earlier years, gang affiliations were a major taboo. Zhao Wei had entered this world at a young age and had witnessed much, influenced by the moral code of gangs. To be honest, from Cui Ming's perspective, the Golden Idol's actions were disgraceful and not worth mourning. He was merely concerned about Zhao Wei getting caught up in this mess; sacrificing Zhao Wei's career in law enforcement for someone like him was not worth it and would be a loss for Dawn City.
...
Cui Ming dialed the number of the small villa from a phone booth. The phone rang for quite some time before finally being answered by Beiyue. Since both he and Mi Xiaonan were away, Beiyue was the third person to answer the call. As for other residents, they were guests who wouldn’t pick up their host's phone unless instructed or if the host was unavailable.
"Beiyue, I need to use the bathroom," Cui Ming joked.
Beiyue's personality meant she wouldn’t engage with such humor but had learned how to respond: "Where have you been?"
"A secret... Let Miss Fortune take the call."
"Okay." Beiyue stepped out and knocked on the door next door. Akali and Miss Fortune both lived on the second floor. Miss Fortune opened the door, and Beiyue said, "It's a phone call."
Miss Fortune followed Beiyue into her room and glanced around: "Beiyue, as a woman, your room can only be described as cold... Hello, Cui Ming? Is that you?"
"You guessed right; I'm at the lighthouse in the suburbs, on the top floor."
"What do you want?" Miss Fortune instinctively glanced at Beiyue, feeling slightly guilty—was Cui Ming feeling unwell and wanting to talk?
Cui Ming replied, "Jinjin is here."
“……” Miss Fortune frowned for a long time and said, “I’ll be right there.”
“Okay, wait for you. Hand the phone to Beiyue.”
Miss Fortune passed the phone to Beiyue and said, “Can I borrow the car?”
Beiyue handed the keys to Miss Fortune and took the phone, saying, “Hello?” as she watched Miss Fortune head out.
Cui Ming said, “Here’s the situation: Jinjin is in my hands right now, and I’m really worried that Miss Fortune will let her go. Ding Jia Fula has also asked me to take care of Jinjin. Can you send Feng over?”
Beiyue replied softly, “Cui Ming, you’re being reckless. You can’t treat human lives like favors. How Jinjin ends up is up to Miss Fortune to decide. I’m serious; since we met, I’ve been telling you about one of your flaws—you like to make decisions for others too much.”
“Alright, got it,” Cui Ming said. “I’ll hang up now.”
“Mm.”
Cui Ming hung up the phone and got into the car. Zhao Wei was driving, and they made their way to the lighthouse, where Cui Ming had fallen out with Eva and met Li Qing. It was quite desolate, but during the summer days, it made for a nice camping spot. Checking the time, it was four o’clock in the early morning.
Zhao Wei placed their captive on the top floor while the henchmen exchanged glances. They hadn’t revealed their identities yet and tried to keep quiet. Zhao Wei took out a pair of ordinary handcuffs and secured the powerless Jinjin to a metal pipe before he and Cui Ming left the lighthouse. They returned to the highway, sitting on top of the car, looking eastward as they waited for sunrise.
About half an hour later, Miss Fortune drove Beiyue’s car into view and parked behind Zhao Wei’s vehicle. She got out and saw the two of them eating barbecue before closing the car door. Miss Fortune approached, and Cui Ming offered her some skewers, saying, “ Miss Fortune, want a skewer?” He had bought these on their way to the lighthouse under the pretense that Zhao Wei was hungry when in reality it was Zhao Wei who knew Cui Ming was hungry but didn’t want to delay things because of his own hunger; thus he found an excuse. After years in law enforcement, Zhao Wei’s observational skills had sharpened significantly, making him very attentive.
Miss Fortune replied, “I haven’t brushed my teeth.” Seeing that neither of them reacted at all, she turned around and walked toward the lighthouse.
Zhao Wei nudged Cui Ming with his shoulder and asked, “Hey, are we killing her or letting her go?”
"I actually regret it," Cui Ming sighed. "I should have let Jinjin out to have a fair duel with Miss Fortune. It suddenly occurred to me that not everyone would take advantage of someone who can't fight back. Even the wisest can make mistakes."
Zhao Wei chuckled lightly. "Perhaps deep down, you don't want Miss Fortune to kill Jinjin."
Maybe so. Some words spoken by Wei Wei yesterday afternoon had struck a chord with Cui Ming. From the perspective of Miss Fortune's personal development, killing Jinjin wouldn't be a good thing. However, Jinjin was indeed the target of Miss Fortune's hatred, making it difficult to reconcile the two. But as a clever person, there must be a way to achieve both outcomes. First: Miss Fortune does not kill Jinjin. Second: Jinjin will die. Third: Jinjin's death has nothing to do with herself or Miss Fortune. As long as these conditions are met, both outcomes can be achieved. It seemed unlikely, but they say clever people always find a way.
Zhao Wei was munching on barbecue while looking at the tower top and said, "You just offered Miss Fortune some barbecue."
"What about it?"
"You handed her that skewer after taking a couple of bites yourself."
"…What about it?"
Zhao Wei gave her a look reminiscent of a police officer. "That doesn't seem very reasonable."
Cui Ming replied nonchalantly, "Is it reasonable that you still don't have a boyfriend?"
"Completely unreasonable." Zhao Wei was furious at this question. Although Evelyn also didn't have a boyfriend, she had many admirers, while Zhao Wei felt like she was all alone. Every day she went to her office with a sense of anticipation, wondering if a bouquet of flowers might suddenly appear on her desk. But no, nothing ever came, forcing her to buy herself flowers every Valentine's Day and call Evelyn to take a day off, which really meant staying home in the dark, eating instant noodles while watching soap operas. No matter what, Zhao Wei was still a woman; if she had no sense of vanity at all, could she still call herself a woman?
Cui Ming tried to comfort her about this issue, but Zhao Wei felt something was off and suddenly remembered that the topic had shifted. Just then, Miss Fortune came down, and Cui Ming approached her. "What's wrong?" If there was going to be murder, one must dispose of the body.
"I'm very angry," Miss Fortune replied.
"What happened?"
A frustrated fist slammed down on the car. "She doesn't even know when my mother died, or who my mother is."
Cui Ming asked, "Then..."
"I didn't kill her. I'm a hunter; I don't kill those who can't fight back. Besides, I don't want to take advantage of the backdoor that Wandering opened for me. This would tarnish a hunter's honor. At the same time, I realized she has a deeply ingrained narcissistic personality. People like her will inevitably stir up trouble again. She can't stand loneliness, emptiness, and solitude; she always needs to find something to prove her existence to others and herself."
"Well, we respect your choice."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Cui Ming said, "You can head back now. Since you won't kill her, we need to handle things on our end."
"Handle what?"
"Don't worry, we respect your choice and won't harm her."
"Okay, I trust you." Miss Fortune took half of the large skewer of barbecue from Cui Ming's hand, eating as she returned to her car and drove away.
Zhao Wei was about to ask a question when Cui Ming said, "Backup plan." The backup plan was due to Jinjin's idol dying; Cui Ming and Zhao Wei didn't want to stir up trouble. Zhao Wei opened the trunk, took out a backpack, and dialed the embassy phone for Dawn Empire. "Jinjin is at the top of the lighthouse in the suburbs; don't let me find out she's still in Dawn City... Who am I? None of your business." He hung up.
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