The Catast Girl with Surprisingly Good Acting

Lungmen Slums.

A tall man in a black trench coat and black hat walked down the narrow street.

The passersby all looked at him with surprise. After all, in a slum overflowing with Oripathy patients and the poor, his style of dress clearly marked him as someone from a different background.

But those stares vanished after only a short while. No one wanted trouble. Whether they had money or not, nothing mattered more to them than their lives.

Of course, for those desperadoes and jobless drifters who had wandered into the Lungmen slums, robbery naturally became one of their options.

At that moment, in a corner of the slums, a purple-haired Catast girl watched the tall figure in the distance with her pale gray eyes.

At this very moment, Zhuang Xiaolin, who was wandering around the slums, had no idea that someone had already set their sights on him.

The pharmacy's business was not yet something Zhuang Xiaolin needed to handle. With French Cannon guarding the place and displaying that shotgun to intimidate everyone, no one dared make trouble. The line there stretched endlessly, and Zhuang Xiaolin grew bored, so he decided to take a walk and look for opportunities along the way.

The other members of Rainbow Six remained near the pharmacy. Some stood guard, while others gathered intelligence. In short, each carried out their respective duties. They had complete confidence in their commander. The power of Death's Revolver could even kill any one of them instantly, so there was no need to worry much about the commander's safety.

Zhuang Xiaolin walked through the filthy streets of the slums. The dirty, chaotic environment did not slow him in the slightest. He had seen such scenes in countless prosperous cities. Those self-important figures spoke grandly of their cities' prosperity, yet never spared a glance for the people silently sustaining the entire city from its shadows.

Every city had places like this, and Zhuang Xiaolin had long grown accustomed to them. He observed everything here with curiosity, since he still did not know much about the strange arts and the like in this world.

As he walked, Zhuang Xiaolin came upon a noodle shop. The shop itself was not large, but the streets around it were filled with tables and chairs. Though the storefront was small, it was packed with customers. The owner was working so hard that sweat covered his head, while the faint aroma of noodles drifted through the street, diluting some of the stench.

Zhuang Xiaolin became interested. He took out a 100-Lungmen Dollar bill and headed over to the noodle shop.

"Boss, one bowl of noodles. No celery," Zhuang Xiaolin called to the owner busy in the kitchen, slapping the money onto the counter.

The plump noodle shop owner shouted a response, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued working.

With nothing else to do, Zhuang Xiaolin went to sit at an empty table, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Among the passing crowd, he noticed something unusual. A purple-haired Catast girl stood out in particular. There was an indescribable meaning in the way she looked at him.

Since earlier, Zhuang Xiaolin had been able to feel an unusual gaze fixed on him. He had felt it on the road before arriving at the noodle shop, and he could still feel it now.

Looking again at the purple-haired Catast girl before him, Zhuang Xiaolin combined that with his own suspicions and concluded that she had been following him.

Zhuang Xiaolin was immediately intrigued and wanted to see what this Catast girl would do.

Rope quietly followed the target she had already picked out. This man wore clothes that looked rather expensive, so he had to be carrying quite a bit of money.

As a habitual thief of the slums, Rope considered herself fairly experienced. She followed her target all the way, though she had no idea how long she had been tailing him.

When her target arrived at a noodle shop and bought a bowl of noodles, Rope's stomach began to rumble as well.

The purple-haired Catast girl looked awkwardly at her stomach and her flattened wallet, then could not help but sigh.

Rope had visited this noodle shop before. The owner was a nice person. Even when Rope did not have enough money to pay, he would cover the rest for her.

Rope was not someone who liked owing others favors. As for her hungry stomach, she decided to endure it for now and enjoy herself once she got her hands on some money.

Just as the Catast girl was plotting her theft, a clear voice reached her ears.

"Little girl, don't you have money for noodles? You're so hungry your stomach is practically roaring. Come over and have a bowl. It's on me." A rich, magnetic voice came from a corner of the noodle shop.

Rope took a careful look and was immediately a little surprised. The target she had been watching actually wanted to treat her to a meal.

Still... this was not bad. She could use the chance to eat to confuse him and make her plan go more smoothly.

Good! This was the plan.

Thinking this, Rope moved toward where Zhuang Xiaolin was sitting.

"Kind big brother, thank you... I-I haven't had a full meal in days." In just a few seconds, Rope instantly slipped into character, disguising herself as a homeless orphan wandering alone without anyone to rely on.

While her words were perfectly in character, Rope's movements matched them just as well.

Rope shifted slightly, displaying the particular shyness of a little girl. Like an innocent, simple child unwilling to easily accept another person's kindness, she evoked a sense of pity.

At the same time, she clasped her hands together and held them in front of her body, standing with her feet turned inward. Judging by appearances alone, Rope really did look a little like an innocent kindergarten girl at that moment.

Now, let us turn the perspective to Zhuang Xiaolin at the table and see how he felt.

Holy shit, this acting was Oscar-worthy. If she wasn't faking her age, then this disguise really was perfect.

The acting of the Catast girl before him had truly exceeded his expectations. As everyone knew, Eye of Death could mark gazes that paid him a certain amount of attention. Even looking at him a little too long could be sensed.

Therefore, Zhuang Xiaolin knew that this Catast girl had been following him all along. He still did not know what she was after, since Eye of Death only marked enemies and those who might become enemies in red and yellow.

Yet Zhuang Xiaolin had not seen any other color on this Catast girl. That meant she would not pose a threat to him.

Instead, Zhuang Xiaolin grew curious. He wanted to see what this little girl intended to do.