129 There is no such thing as a Black Cat Hero; it is utter nonsense!

Fortunately, it was only a psychological disorder, not a psychiatric illness. Jin Momo and Jing Wanqiu comforted themselves with this thought. They had originally planned to report the situation to the Ji family estate, as was their duty, but that morning they received termination notices instead.

Both Jin Momo and Jing Wanqiu’s labor contracts in the Northern Capital had been abruptly ended, though the compensation was paid in full and immediately. This made them even more depressed than Miss Ji Shengnan.

Thankfully, it was just emotional depression, not organic depression.

Transforming their gloom into appetite, they threw a “carnival party” that very night. Su Mengyao, along with her aunt Gan Xing'er, entertained the trio of celestial beauties at the “Safe House” in Jianye.

Because there were many guests, old Madam She Qingchun, sporting her signature perm, took the high-speed train specially to join them, bringing along a bundle of sweet-smelling dried tofu snacks.

They had expected that the trio of celestial beauties, all northerners, might not fancy these snacks, but each one confidently flaunted a box, leaving Madam She utterly astonished.

“Oh my, these three sure can pack it away! Ah Zhi, if Baby takes a liking to these, that’s really something…”

“Thirteen Point? That’s the big star signed by Dabao. I remember watching two of her dramas, but they weren’t good—full of lovey-dovey nonsense, utterly dull. However, Qingchun, this big star does sing quite well.”

“Really? Baby’s written so many songs, I thought they’d never be used. Looks like this time we’re grooming a singing sensation.”

Adjusting her glasses, steamed up by the wonton soup, Madam She hurriedly removed them and rubbed her eyes. “Forget it, I’d better go play chess with Little Zhu.”

The perm-haired old lady was quite pleased with Gan Xing'er’s chess skills—it was fun to play casually—but upon noticing the lively atmosphere outside, she quickly retreated to the kitchen.

“Why did you come back so soon?”

“The vibe’s too youthful. An old lady like me doesn’t quite fit in.”

She smiled and pulled out her phone to send a voice message to Dabao. “Baby, are you coming home for dinner?”

“Busy. Ate out.”

“Then we won’t wait for you.”

“You guys enjoy your meal. Don’t worry about me.”

“Alright, won’t disturb you then.”

Putting away her phone, Madam She beamed. “Baby said he’s a bit busy, not coming home for dinner.”

“What does that kid do all day? Not attending classes?”

“He said he’s preparing for some ‘Golden League’ event by the World Athletics Federation? There’s a javelin coach named Lin helping him train recently…”

Snicker!

Boom!!

Opposite the Binjiang Industrial Park in Canglong District lies Jiangxinzhou, home to the park’s second area. Near the Jiangxin Bridge docks, two black pickups suddenly had their cabins pierced by steel pipes, creating a loud commotion that sent the temporary container parking area into chaos.

“What’s that noise?!”

“Don’t move, move, move!”

Five or six people split into two groups, crouching low as they hurried toward the pickups. Just as they were about to make their escape, a flash of something swept past them.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

“Who’s there?!”

The figure wearing a hood panicked and pulled out a homemade short-barrel shotgun—but the next moment, both his hands were broken.

Crack!

“Ah!”

Bang!

With a light strike, the man holding the shotgun was knocked unconscious.

The last person had just jumped onto a pickup’s bed, pounding frantically on the roof. “Go! Go! Go—”

But the driver’s cabin was silent. Peeking inside, they saw the driver’s hands tightly bound with plastic tape, cutting into the flesh painfully.

As for the steering wheel, it was nowhere to be found. A steel pipe was lodged against the windshield, smashing the handbrake.

Shivering.

“Hello? Commander, have you eaten? If not, come to the Binjiang Industrial Park’s second area. Yes, that’s Jiangxinzhou under the Jiangxin Bridge. Easy to find—I’ll mark the spot.”

Li, the boss, whistled as he jumped into the pickup bed, slapping a man unconscious and simultaneously pressing a ground projection lamp onto the roof.

A handmade twenty-yuan gadget, when projected onto the ground, displayed a cat paw print with three scratch marks—a new product recently launched. Sales were mediocre, far less popular than other “Black Cat Knight” merchandise, so Li had to come out at night to advertise.

He had an agreement with the commander: whenever the media accompanied police on operations, they needed a close-up of the cat paw symbol on the ground. If anyone asked what it was, the commander had prepared a response.

Humming “Good Luck Comes,” Li bound the group together and bowed elegantly. “Thank you all for your patronage. Welcome next time.”

Swish!

His cloak billowed as he leapt, his grappling hook flying up to the Jiangxin Bridge’s pedestrian railing.

Rising swiftly, he vanished into the shadows, crouching in wait. Moments later, sirens wailed, reaching the Binjiang Industrial Park’s second area. The “Black Cat Knight” then mounted his motorcycle and gradually disappeared over the Jiangxin Bridge.

On the way, he changed into a different outfit; the bike’s outer panels retracted with a single button, and the headlights dimmed to an old, yellow hue. When he arrived at the street vendor near Sanjiang Industrial Park’s north gate, the motorcycle no longer looked flashy—though it still had a certain flair.

“Boss, one premium order!”

“Coming right up~~”

Though called a street stall, it actually had a storefront tucked in the alleyway opposite. The boss and his wife, both from Chang’an and Shanxi respectively, served authentic paomo with spicy meat sandwiches. The chili was the local “Shan Zhou Xiang No. 7,” prized for its fragrance rather than heat, well regarded among students at local universities.

The portions were generous and affordable.

Freshly baked bread had a crispy outer layer with a pleasant wheat aroma—made from “Qinmai-08 You” wheat from West Capital Chang’an, distinct from the usual high-yield varieties.

Asked why a street vendor used such premium ingredients and offered large portions without fear of upsetting competitors, the boss replied he was a retired professor from Jianye Normal School who did this as a hobby—just indulging his whims.

When asked why he set up shop near Sanjiang Industrial Park’s north gate, he explained that he’d been reported by the school’s cafeteria contractor near Jianye Normal.

In this world, it’s not just about fighting and killing; it’s about preying on the weak, fearing the strong, and moving on after a shot.

Li boss pulled out his phone to watch short videos of “Canglong Police Online” while eating his fifth sandwich. He saw Commander Xiao Yuan Yin arrive at the Jiangxin Island docks with his team. The promotional staff from Canglong District Police Station hurried with cameras; one reporter, playing Officer Judy, smiled sweetly, revealing white teeth and dimples. The cat paw projection was visible on the ground behind the camera.

The commander was meticulous.

Every day, like clockwork, promoting the “Black Cat Knight” merchandise. Li boss worked overtime every day.

Truth be told, he’d rather be home playing with his wife, but one was pregnant and the other worked every other day. When the latter rested, he worked extra hours.

All for a living.

As for the comments under “Canglong Police Online,” they were as lively as ever:

“It’s appeared!”

“Appeared +1”

“Appeared again!!!”

“Cat paw pattern!”

“Canglong District officially has the real ‘Black Cat Knight’!”

“‘Black Cat Knight,’ come to Chang’an! We’ve got lots of cultists here, all proselytizing…”

Meanwhile, a reporter from the provincial station’s “Hotline Frontline” program confronted Deputy Director Xiao Yuan Yin at Canglong District Police Station.

“Deputy Director Xiao, the ‘Black Cat Knight’ symbol was found again at the crime scene. Does this mean your bureau has some connection to the real ‘Black Cat Knight’?”

“Nonsense! Pure speculation!” Xiao Yuan Yin quickly denied. “Let me reiterate: the ‘Black Cat Knight’ is our bureau’s mascot. Investigators wear its emblem to boost morale. Our whole bureau strives together to be like the ‘Black Cat Knight,’ eliminating evil and restoring peace to the people’s lives…”

He lifted one of the ground projection lamps toward the camera. “This so-called ‘Black Cat Knight’ symbol is just a common ground projection lamp, available online for just 19.9 yuan with free shipping. There’s no such thing as the ‘Black Cat Knight’—it’s all baseless talk.”

“But in 19 out of 25 similar cases, suspects mentioned a mysterious black shadow…”

“That’s obviously absurd. Our bureau cracks these cases through meticulous planning, tight surveillance, and a solid reputation among the public. We get first-hand information quickly from the community. In fact, our ‘Canglong Police Online’ platform receives numerous public reports. Our experienced frontline officers analyze these to extract valuable intelligence, leading to our outstanding achievements…”

At first, Xiao Yuan Yin struggled, but now he spoke smoothly. He was set for promotion next year, perhaps to lead a special rapid-response team supporting districts citywide.

Quite good.

Accompanying him were two capable officers—one driving, the other serving as assistant secretary—both continuing to shine.

After finishing eleven sandwiches, with unlimited soup refills, Li boss paid and left, uninterested in more soup.

The professor running the stall watched Li boss put on his helmet, looking displeased. “This glutton only knows how to eat bread and beef! Why not drink more soup to fill up?! Damn…”

“…”

His wife shot him a glance.

On the way home, Li boss brought some fruit for Yaoyao. After switching vehicles in an underground parking garage, he headed to the “Safe House.”

The old ladies had long gone to the “Talent Apartments” to rest; only a group of girlfriends hosting a party remained in the “Safe House.”

Tomorrow, Aunt Gan Xing’er had to work, so she didn’t join and slept early.

The four-bedroom, two-living room, three-bathroom house was spacious enough to avoid disturbing others.

But as soon as Li boss entered, he felt a gust of wind rush over him.

The elevator opened directly into the apartment, providing ample space for a fight.

Bang!

He grabbed someone by the neck, slamming them against the door with a loud crash. Another powerful gust swept through as Li boss raised his leg, sweeping the person and pinning them against the wall.

“Must you two be so diligent?”

Li boss looked at the immobilized Jing Wanqiu and Jin Momo. The sensor lights flickered on, and they recognized Li Jie.

“President Li?!”

“Brother Jie, you’re here so soon?!”

“Bought some grapes.”

Li boss patted Jing Wanqiu’s shoulder, then studied Jin Momo with a meaningful look. “You’re quite the hidden gem, little assistant.”

In these noble families, there was always something up their sleeves.

The seemingly “delicate” and cute assistant was actually quite formidable.

Only Li boss had mutated; most strong men wouldn’t withstand such a sudden ambush by two people, because…

Jing Wanqiu had put away her dagger, Jin Momo her brass knuckles.

Both were meticulous.

At the corridor entrance, the T-80 main battle celestial beauty stared blankly at Li Jie…

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