Chapter 32: I Called the Cops, You Better Run

At Base Café, Alexander sat by the window, while Kylie, the little monster, sat across from him.

Alexander pushed a fruit mousse cake toward Kylie and said, "So, tell me, what's the monsters' next plan?"

Kylie was still in shock, unable to process the fact that over 800 monsters hiding in Bluewater City had been wiped out in one night.

It was simply unbelievable!

Based on the monsters' intelligence, the city's security forces didn't have the strength to pull off something like this. The Mercenary Guild must have played a big role in it.

Now, she was part of this human extraordinary force herself.

Kylie didn't hold back and shook her head, saying, "The original plan was for the disguisers to cooperate with the monsters outside the city and launch a joint attack on Bluewater City. But now that the disguisers have been wiped out, I have no idea what their next step is."

Alexander nodded in understanding and gestured to the fruit mousse cake.

"Go ahead, eat."

Kylie licked her lips, took a small bite, and her eyes lit up instantly. "So delicious! Even better than human flesh! Can I eat this every day from now on?"

She began stuffing her mouth with large bites, her small ears twitching with delight.

Alexander, as if doting on her, gently patted Kylie on the head. "Eat as much as you want."

Kylie smiled sweetly, revealing two small fangs. "Aren't you going to eat, big brother?"

This "harmonious sibling" scene brought smiles to the faces of the other café patrons.

Then, Alexander slipped a phone into Kylie's pocket and smiled. "You just focus on eating. You'll need your strength to run for your life."

"Huh? Run for my life?" Kylie's smile froze.

Alexander opened his notebook, casually writing as he spoke.

"I've already informed the security bureau that a young thief stole my phone. The thief is quite small, and I suspect she's part of a gang forcing children into crime. I've managed to stall her, and the officers should be here soon."

Kylie, her face covered in cream, stared in disbelief. "What... what are you talking about?"

Alexander calmly looked up, as if what he had done was nothing significant.

"You guessed right. You're the thief. But since you're a monster, you won't be able to face an investigation by the security bureau. So, you'll use your powers and run out of the city for dear life. Once you find the monster organization outside, remember to contact me. Don't lose the phone. If I can't reach you, you'll die."

Kylie forced a smile. "Y-you're joking, right?"

But Alexander's sincere gaze made Kylie's heart sink with fear.

"Last night, I deliberately let some monsters escape. You weren't the only one who avoided the security sweep, so don't worry, the monsters outside won't suspect you're a spy."

Kylie's large eyes darted around in panic. Sure enough, she spotted a few security officers approaching the café entrance.

Alexander lowered his head and continued scribbling. "Run now. If the security officers catch you, I'll kill you myself."

Kylie felt like she was facing a devil! The security officers entered, their eyes locking onto her.

Kylie didn't hesitate. She leapt from the sofa and bolted toward the back door with all her might.

The officers quickly pursued her.

Alexander took a small sip of his coffee, glancing up briefly. He hoped Kylie would manage to escape the city. Otherwise, he'd have wasted a super fruit and lost a monster spy.

A greedy glint flashed in his eyes.

The spiritual energy contained in monster corpses was of such high quality!

He couldn't wait to bury all those creatures outside the city!

That afternoon, at the headquarters of the Bluewater City Security Bureau, in the director's office.

A woman in her late twenties was reviewing documents at her desk.

She was tall, with a cold and stunningly beautiful face, and long, slender legs—undeniably fitting the image of a powerful and commanding figure.

Dressed in a white security officer's uniform, paired with tight black pants and high boots, she could easily fuel the fantasies of many who idolized "investigators."

Her name was Welma, the current director of the security bureau.

She possessed an A-Class combat talent and eighth-level Innate spiritual energy.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The door was tapped lightly.

"Come in."

Welma put down her pen, straightened up, and crossed her legs, giving the approaching officer a cool, detached gaze.

The officer stole a glance at Welma's legs and respectfully reported, "Director, after last night's efforts, the monsters in Bluewater City have been completely cleared."

Welma quickly masked her surprise, furrowing her brow as she asked, "All of them? In just one night? Where is Ethan? Why didn't he come to report this personally?"

The officer handed her a document and replied, "Captain Blake is overseeing the final cleanup. He's been working non-stop and hasn't had a chance to rest yet. He'll likely come to report to you tomorrow."

Welma took the document and gave it a quick glance.

[Report on the Disguiser Incident in Bluewater City]

Welma waved her hand, signaling the officer to leave.

Once alone, her expression shifted to one of disbelief.

"I gave him a week to end this chaos, and he finishes it in a day?! How is that even possible?!"

"Has Ethan Blake gotten that lucky with his career? How can my brother, Vincent, ever get promoted to headquarters at this rate!"

Frustrated, she tossed the report aside, her face filled with displeasure. "Does he really have that kind of luck?!"

At that moment, her phone rang. The caller was Vincent, her good-for-nothing brother.

"Sis, how's that thing going for me? When am I getting transferred to headquarters?!"

His slightly slurred speech made Welma frown. "Where are you? Why is it so noisy?"

Vincent responded, "I'm singing, Sis! Didn't I tell you? The security office is so boring, and none of the female officers have any sense of fun."

Welma barely restrained her anger. "Who brought you there?"

A man quickly took the phone, his tone ingratiating. "Don't worry, Director. Vincent is having a great time, and I'll make sure he gets home safely."

Hearing the voices of women in the background, Welma's eyes grew cold. "And who are you?"

The man stammered, "Director, I'm Willard Smith, head of the organization department at the Eastern District Security Office. I'm absolutely loyal to you, Director!"

Welma's tone grew harsher. "A mid-level officer, bringing the station chief to that kind of place during the day? Do you want to lose your job?! Let me speak to Vincent!"

Willard Smith panicked. How was this happening? Weren't powerful families supposed to appreciate loyal lackeys like him?

Vincent picked up the phone, laughing.

"Why are you so serious, Sis? Willard is one of the most capable people here. Don't be mad, ha-ha. When I get promoted to headquarters, I'll take him with me."

Welma's anger finally boiled over.

"Ethan Blake is out there making achievements while you're fooling around. How do you plan on competing with him?"

Vincent chuckled, "But I have you, Sis. What's the point of him working so hard? He's just some nobody with no background."

Welma's frustration caused her chest to rise and fall rapidly, nearly popping the buttons off her shirt.

"Last night, Ethan cleared out all the monsters in Bluewater City. His position is secure now, and I can't help you."

Vincent sobered up halfway through his drinking, stammering, "Sis, don't scare me! What am I supposed to do? You can't just leave me hanging!"

Welma's voice was cold. "Figure it out yourself. If you can find a way to bring him down, I'll help you."

With that, she hung up the phone.

Of course, she couldn't really abandon her brother. She flipped through the report, hoping to find something useful.

At Crown KTV.

Vincent had dismissed all the hostesses, rubbing his head in frustration.

"Ethan Blake doesn't have a single flaw. How can I bring him down?"

Willard Smith timidly offered, "Does a mistress count?"

Vincent perked up. "Of course!"

Willard continued, "There's a saleswoman at New Era Furniture, named Claire."

Vincent vaguely remembered trying to get her into bed when he was renovating his house. Just before things could go further, Ethan had warned him to back off and stop harassing her.

If that's not a scandal, what is?