A Good Person?

Clearly, Zhu Youqing had also witnessed the scene, and he slammed his fist against the police car's steering wheel in frustration.

At that moment, the mother who had lost her daughter noticed the police car parked on the roadside and rushed over, pleading toward the inside, "Officer, please save my daughter! She's only six, she's only six years old..."

Zhu Youqing's body trembled slightly. Was it fear, or guilt? As a police officer, he was unable to protect the safety of the citizens, and had even been coerced by thugs into living a cowardly life.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Zhu Youqing let out a roar, then abruptly threw open the car door and ran toward the nearby shopping mall building. That Black Feather Condor was right on the rooftop of that building.

Hong Mo had been watching everything; he wanted to see what this young policeman would do. When he saw Zhu Youqing rush out of the car and head for the mall, a smile appeared at the corner of Hong Mo's mouth.

It seemed he was still a good cop, his passion not yet entirely extinguished—though he was certainly overestimating his own abilities.

"Daddy."

"Let's go, we'll go take a look too." Hong Mo took his daughter by the hand, stepped out of the police car, and jogged toward the mall. Hong Mo's supernatural field was already expanded, quietly "watching" Zhu Youqing. He was a witness, and he couldn't just let him go; otherwise, the information about him and Hong Lingyin wouldn't be secure. Besides, Hong Mo also wanted to know if this young cop really intended to charge in, or if he was just putting on a show to hide inside the large mall.

The bottom three floors of the building were a shopping mall, and it was unclear what the upper seven floors were used for. Zhu Youqing stood downstairs waiting for the elevator, but it never came down. The young officer gritted his teeth and began to sprint up the stairs with all his might.

Hong Mo held Hong Lingyin's hand, following behind at a leisurely pace.

Zhu Youqing finally reached the top floor and kicked the door open with a loud clang. A large black bird was crouching on the ground, feeding. Of the little girl, only her head remained. As Zhu Youqing kicked the door open, it startled the Black Feather Condor, which lifted its head and coldly sized him up.

What, what am I doing? Can I even beat this Black Feather Condor? Impossible, I'm really... Staring into that cold gaze, Zhu Youqing finally calmed down a little, only for fear to surge up from the depths of his heart. Slowly, Zhu Youqing began to edge backward.

As long as, as long as I can just get back into the stairwell. Because of its size, the Black Feather Condor might be able to get in, but it definitely won't have room to maneuver. If that happens, I can escape.

Just as he was thinking this and acting upon it, he glanced in that direction once more. The Black Feather Condor moved, its claw brushing against the little girl's head. Roll, roll, roll—the girl's head rolled toward Zhu Youqing like a bowling ball, finally wobbling to a stop right in front of him.

What kind of look was that!?

Zhu Youqing couldn't help but stare at the small head on the ground; the little girl's pure eyes still held fear and confusion. Those eyes, dead but unable to close, carried a silent accusation against this society.

"Ahhhhh!" Zhu Youqing screamed, drawing his service pistol and firing several shots at the Black Feather Condor in front of him. "I'll kill you, you beast! You animal!" Zhu Youqing seemed to have gone mad, firing his gun incessantly. But apart from leaving a few sparks on the Black Feather Condor's feathers, it was useless.

Click, click, click—Zhu Youqing pulled the trigger hard, but no more bullets fired. The Black Feather Condor spread its wings and lunged at Zhu Youqing.

Hide back in the hallway? No, I'm not fast enough; I'll be caught at the door. At that moment, Zhu Youqing's mind became incredibly sharp, instantly assessing the outcome. He dove, rolling across the ground to escape the Black Feather Condor's attack.

With a boom, the Black Feather Condor's heavy body slammed into the rooftop wall, knocking off some debris. Slowly, the Black Feather Condor turned back around to stare at Zhu Youqing.

Trouble!

Zhu Youqing felt a chill in his heart and sighed. Now that the Black Feather Condor was blocking the stairwell entrance, it would be very difficult to get away. Do I regret it? A thought flashed through Zhu Youqing's mind: Do I regret it?

The Black Feather Condor seemed to possess a certain intelligence; it didn't immediately kill Zhu Youqing, instead toying with the young officer, tearing strips of flesh from his body with its claws.

After another violent claw strike left him bleeding, Zhu Youqing lay on the ground, half-dead.

Am I regretting it, or am I feeling guilty? Zhu Youqing glanced at the sky, then at the little head beside him. The little girl's eyes were fixed right on him.

So, this is it, then!

"I didn't expect you to be so brave, Piggy." At that moment, a voice came from the stairwell. Hong Mo walked out slowly, holding Hong Lingyin's hand.

"You're here? Are you here to kill this Black Feather Condor?" Zhu Youqing's eyes were filled with expectation.

"Huh? Haha, what a pity, I'm here to kill you. After all, you know some of our secrets, and it wouldn't be good if they leaked out." Hong Mo chuckled, scratching his head as if he were quite embarrassed.

Zhu Youqing's face went cold. He looked at Hong Mo and spat out a single word: "Scum."

Hong Mo stopped smiling and dropped the hand he had been using to scratch his head. "You saying that makes me feel very awkward. Also..." He paused noticeably, his eyes fixed on the Black Feather Condor not far away. "I'm afraid you've never actually met real scum."

Zhu Youqing wasn't stupid; he could tell there was more to Hong Mo's words, but he didn't dwell on it.

After Hong Mo appeared, the Black Feather Condor's feathers stood on end, as if it had suddenly spotted a natural predator. It was an instinct, an instinct regarding danger. As Hong Mo spoke, the Black Feather Condor suddenly spread its wings, intending to flee the area.

"Stop right there!" Hong Mo opened his right hand and said coldly.

A massive electric net spread from his right hand, enveloping the giant Black Feather Condor. The sound of crackling electricity filled the rooftop, and the Black Feather Condor began to wail in agony.

Hong Mo controlled the electric net as he walked slowly toward the front of the Black Feather Condor.

"I, indeed, am not a good person, but at least I still have a shred of conscience." Hong Mo said softly, though it was unclear who he was talking to. Then, Hong Mo raised his left hand, and his sharp, vibrating electromagnetic blade descended.

Fierce sparks flew from the point where Hong Mo's electromagnetic blade met the Black Feather Condor, and the bird's cries became even more shrill.

Very tough feathers, Hong Mo thought to himself, increasing the pressure in his hand. With a swish, a massive bird head fell to the ground. Hong Mo dissipated the electric net, and the Black Feather Condor's body dropped heavily to the floor.

"Daddy, the Little Bat wants to eat." At this moment, Hong Lingyin walked up and said softly.

"No way, you want to eat again so soon? How often does your Little Bat eat?" Hong Mo asked, surprised.

Hong Lingyin closed her eyes, seemingly communicating with the Little Bat. "No, it's not hungry this time, it just has a strong desire to consume this Black Feather Condor."

Is that so? Hong Mo looked at Hong Lingyin, puzzled.

A dark swarm of bats flew out from around Hong Lingyin's body; Hong Mo couldn't tell how these little things appeared at all. Soul Space, huh? It looks like I should go online and carefully catch up on the changes in the world over the last ten years.

Thousands of bats swarmed over, and before long, the Black Feather Condor had withered away. Then, these little bats were contentedly recalled by Hong Lingyin into her Soul Space.

"Let's go." Hong Mo patted Hong Lingyin on the head.

"Are we not going to kill him?" Hong Lingyin pointed to Zhu Youqing on the ground.

"No, whether he survives or not depends on his own luck. Actually, he can be considered a good person." Hong Mo glanced at Zhu Youqing with a hint of emotion.

Walking down the stairs, Hong Mo took Hong Lingyin's hand and returned to the mall.

A large, obese man walked past Hong Mo, his arms wrapped around a petite and beautiful woman. "Whatever you want, baby, just pick it out and I'll buy it," the man said, his chubby hand wandering incessantly over the woman's rear.

Clothes. Hong Mo looked at the outfits he and Lingyin were wearing; the styles were far too simple, and they felt completely out of place in their current surroundings. Well, they were just clothes found back at the research facility, so expecting them to be fashionable was a joke.

Perhaps buying a couple of outfits wouldn't be bad. Hong Mo glanced at the clothes in a display window—8,888. This price... fine, Hong Mo admitted he had no money. He had never worn clothes that expensive before; he usually stuck to cheap, hundred-yuan items from street stalls.

Hong Mo watched the fat man as he walked away. This guy must have money, right? "Lingyin, summon two Little Bats and do this later..." Hong Mo quietly instructed her.

"Okay, Dad."

Hong Mo took Lingyin's hand and followed them, then tapped the fat man on the shoulder.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Since they were in a large shopping mall with people coming and going, the fat man felt confused but not afraid, and he asked the question immediately.

At that moment, two Little Bats flew out from beside Lingyin and landed softly on the necks of the fat man and the woman.

"Ah—!" The woman managed only half a scream before she went silent, paralyzed by Hong Mo's electric current. Then, the Little Bat perched on her neck sank its fangs into the delicate skin. The woman's eyes slowly closed. The Little Bat's saliva contained a sedative to prevent the prey from struggling.

"Hold onto your girl," Hong Mo said to the fat man.

"What are you doing? Don't kill me," the fat man pleaded, terrified, yet he dared not defy Hong Mo's order. To any onlookers, the four of them looked like acquaintances meeting up, drawing no attention at all.

"Don't worry, I just want some money from you. That shouldn't be a problem for you, right?" Hong Mo reassured him.

"No problem, no problem at all. How much do you want?" The fat man nodded frantically, terrified that Hong Mo would let the little creature on his neck bite him.

Three million. The fat man gave Hong Mo a bank card with a balance of three million, and Hong Mo let him go.

However, Hong Mo didn't withdraw that much. He first bought a shoulder bag, withdrew a hundred thousand or so, and then tossed the bank card into a sewer. He wouldn't dream of keeping such a thing on his person; Hong Mo wasn't about to do something so risky.

Arriving at a smaller mall, Hong Mo bought two outfits for himself and Lingyin. Hong Mo chose very plain clothes, while Lingyin got a Gothic Lolita dress.

It fit perfectly; when Lingyin wore that outfit, she truly looked like an exquisite doll.

"Dad, where are we going next?" Lingyin asked, ignoring the stares of the passersby.

"Home. We're going home." Hong Mo looked into the distance, a hint of confusion in his eyes.