The Witch tugged on the rope and stomped hard on Raphael's back... This was to make the rope bind more securely.
Seven million units of True Essence Power should have made her unafraid of ropes—but after being fitted with a suppressor, that was hard to say... Besides, this rope had been split from the Witch's own body.
"L-Let me go..."
"Reflect, or get your head blown off?"
"R-Reflect..."
"Press your lips together."
Raphael immediately pursed her lips aggrievedly... The Witch clapped her hands—done, job finished.
Actually, it wasn't finished yet.
Because Xiao Luo SIR and Meimei were now looking over with uncertain, suspicious expressions—most likely because of the terrifying number of armors the Witch had summoned earlier.
The Witch carried Raphael on her back. Facing the two of them, she moved her lips, silently mouthing: Fake. I was lying to her.
The two wore expressions that clearly said they believed absolutely none of it.
"Xiao Linzi!" the Witch said solemnly. "Who pays your salary?"
"The Huoyun General Bureau?" Xiao Luo SIR replied instinctively.
"Who funds the Huoyun General Bureau?"
"The Municipal Government..."
"Whose is the Huoyun Municipal Government?"
"Mayor Tie..." Xiao Luo SIR paused, suddenly realizing what this Witch was trying to say.
"I'm the designated private tutor of your mayor's daughter, the daughter of the person who provides your rice bowl. Tell me, shouldn't you respect me, your one and only designated private tutor?"
"That may be true..." Xiao Luo SIR spread his hands. "But I've already resigned from the Huoyun General Bureau."
"Lin! You can't forget your roots!" the Witch cried out in anguish. "Who raised you? Who refused to give up on you or abandon you when you were still trash, and escorted you through the perilous path of law enforcement... Now that your wings have grown