How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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"Hey, Sirocco, isn't that enough?"

Cass whispered in Sirocco's ear.

"No, I want to watch a little longer. The longer it drags on, the more uncomfortable it will be for Norius."

"Alas!"

When Norius saw Sirocco looking at him, he quickly retreated behind the two tuners, repeatedly emphasizing the evil deeds of Sirocco and his men.

Sirocco watched quietly, as if appreciating a poorly executed theatrical performance.

He did admire Norris's cockroach-like tenacity.

Moreover, he reacted quickly, immediately knowing to use his miserable state to gain the tuner's sympathy. He was so arrogant and domineering before, which shows that he is a truly flexible and adaptable person.

This caused Sirocco's plan to deviate from its intended course.

Meanwhile, the tuner was also pondering.

She and her colleagues had just checked the nearby surveillance footage and discovered that this place happened to be a blind spot for the cameras, and the cameras in the alley were also damaged.

Even when using tools to perform fingerprint checks, no fingerprints matching those of the people present could be found.

To be honest, it seems like a premeditated crime by the Fallen Order.

The key question is who plotted against whom.

Both sides have their own version of events, but the problem is that there is currently no direct evidence to prove who is right and who is wrong.

Although Norius's records show that he had a prior record of causing trouble in the library, and his three companions certainly don't look like respectable people, tuners can't judge a book by its cover.

Let's just take them all back to the station and question them slowly.

"How are your social relationships?"

"Nothing special, except..."

"but?"

Tuners communicate in a volume that is inaudible to others.

"That boy named Cass, his mother... is Vidoris from the Benor Corporation."

"What?! Are you sure?"

My colleague nodded solemnly.

Upon hearing this news, the tuner's eyes widened, and he quickly glanced at Cass.

How can this be?

Why did I have to run into this?

Benor Corporation controls half of Granada's urban lifeline.

Is it really a peculiar hobby of these wealthy people for their heirs to appear in such a remote and obscure place, to pick fights and cause trouble?

If that's the case, then this matter will be very troublesome to handle.

Uh, I'm just a low-level patrolman, how did I end up in this kind of situation?

She didn't want to take sides, but there was nothing concrete to convict her of.

It wouldn't be appropriate to take him back to the station for questioning by someone with mind-reading abilities.

The Varosa Group, behind the tuner, already had a falling out with Benor, and who knows if Benor will make a big deal out of this to retaliate.

This matter must be resolved quickly.

Just as the tuner was in a dilemma, Sirocco yawned.

It's almost time.

Judging from Corcy's angry expression, she won't leave until this matter is resolved.

As for Norius... the moment Sirocco's gaze met his, he would quickly look away.

Is she arrogant?

Sirocco opens the ring table, adjusts the window to visible mode, and projects a shadow.

It immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Only Cass knew what Sirocco was doing.

"impossible...."

Norris muttered to himself, while an image played in the window—

The first thing that catches the eye in the picture is a brown dress.

"Huh? Isn't that me?"

Corcy realized that the video was being filmed from her back.

The image was zoomed in, fast-forwarded, and the volume was increased. Although it was somewhat blurry, Norris's smug face and his companions' sneers at Corcy were still visible.

Norris, who was watching, realized something, his face turned ashen, and he stealthily moved his feet...

—If you agree to let me O you, then I'll leave—

—Nolis, what are you talking about? Didn't you say everyone who sees it gets a share?—

—You think we help you steal for free?—

The video was played on the street, and the truth is self-evident.

The two tuners breathed a sigh of relief.

They don't have to deal with Cass, this hot potato; the case can be resolved quickly.

You think I was squatting next to the incinerator smoking? I took a picture of that a long time ago.

Sirocco glanced at Norius with a hint of smugness, while Norius...

“————!!!”

Appearing on the road 50 meters away, he squeezed out the last of his strength, abandoned his sleeping companion on the ground and his right hand holding the katana, and fled frantically into the night at the end of the road.

The problem is, who can he outrun?

An experienced tuner?

Or is it Cass, who is 6 levels higher than him?

Under the streetlights, the figure of a tuner disappeared, and when she reappeared, she was already a hundred meters away, holding Norius's shoulder.

"Crack!!"

Norris felt a sharp pain in his chest, his cheek made intimate contact with the concrete road and he swallowed a few grains of sand, his middle-parted hair was now a mess, and he was being pressed to the ground by the tuner.

From his escape to his arrest, Norris achieved a record of less than three seconds.

The last thing Norius left for Sirocco was his small, kneeling figure on the ground.

Goodbye, Minotaur.

The Sirocco manipulates the ring table, deleting Norius's record from the notebook.

He glanced sideways at the three passersby lying on the ground.

It's estimated that when these companions wake up, they'll find themselves sleeping in a safe, secure room with food and lodging provided, surrounded by many kind and friendly uncles, their sanitary napkins stained with chrysanthemums and blushing.

Sirocco crouched down next to someone and began rummaging through the lining of the person's jacket, quickly finding what he wanted.

After a while, the two tuners took brief statements from Cass and the others, and then escorted Norius and his companions away.

This time, Norius didn't turn around and glare at Sirocco.

The matter was resolved tonight, and the nearby residents turned off their lights again.

"Phew...it's finally over..."

Kelsey sighed and looked up at the starry sky.

Something disgusting happened tonight.

Things happened too fast, and were resolved too quickly. This left Colesie somewhat dazed.

Suddenly, a drink was shoved into Corsi's hand.

"Strawberry milkshake, my treat. I'm sorry you had to suffer tonight."

"Ah, thank you...."

Cole took the milkshake that Cass had just bought and inserted the straw.

"Compared to the monsters in the dungeon, this isn't... well, it's still quite terrifying."

"How could that be? You've been so strong, Corsi. You didn't give up until the very end. I admire you."

"is that so..."

“Be confident, Corcy. Cass is right. You are much stronger than you think.”

An aged yet magnetic voice.

She's Cass's teacher, and I haven't thanked her yet!