A part-time mentor and the supply bill
Ziwei took out her spare device and pressed the record button.
"Inform him that tonight's pickup operation is over."
Scarface didn't even dare to look up at the dark gold Great Scythe.
His fingers trembled as he unlocked the screen and dialed a random number without a contact name.
After three long rings, the call was connected.
A hoarse and impatient male voice came out.
"Have you received the goods yet? It's been so long."
Ziwei bypassed the scarred man and spoke directly into the communication terminal.
"This area has been taken over by the Star Magical Girls, and all the people you hired have been detained."
The breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped.
Immediately following was a question that came out of nowhere.
"How did someone who paid a deposit get into Star Magical Girls?"
Su Bai dissected and analyzed the sentence from behind the mask.
The other party was fully aware of the live animal sale and had paid a large advance payment.
But he would never take a slip of the tongue made in a fit of anger as irrefutable evidence to pin down the mastermind behind it all.
The subcontracting chain in the black market is long and murky.
The busy tone sounded quickly, and the other party promptly cut off the signal.
Ziwei picked up the communication terminal.
Along with the prohibited Abyssal-Energy Rifle on the ground, they were all stuffed into the spoils storage bag.
She looked down at the scarred face on the ground.
"Tell me your original delivery location. Don't make me ask a second time."
Scarface dared not hide anything and revealed the latitude and longitude coordinates of an abandoned chemical plant in the West District.
Ziwei wrote the place name down in her memo.
I casually added a "pending verification" label.
Take the rioters' confessions with a grain of salt; don't take them too seriously.
She raised her Great Scythe and used the blade to slice through the surrounding Dark Barrier.
The Barrier emitted a crisp cracking sound.
The night breeze from outside flowed back into the hall.
Ziwei turned and walked towards the old dean, explaining the follow-up procedures.
"Report the incident to the police using a landline, explaining that there has been an attack by rioters."
"The operator at the Monster Hunting Bureau will give you a case number; write it down and give it to me."
Su Bai was still waiting to exchange these thugs for a bounty of 700,000, and he couldn't do without official proof.
The black market buyers behind the scenes wouldn't be foolish enough to show themselves and come to the rescue.
As for the body belonging to security guard Lao Zhou on the ground, it has already been covered with a white sheet.
That can only be handled by the official mortuary team according to procedure.
The sensor-activated glass door of the Welfare Home was pushed open forcefully.
Mint arrived at the scene using the internal positioning coordinates.
Xia Ning was wearing her usual thin school uniform jacket and carrying two large shopping bags for supplies.
Ziwei pointed to the row of prisoners squatting in the corner, stopping Mint from drawing her staff.
"The enemy has been completely subdued; there is no need to enter combat mode."
Ziwei issued new mission instructions.
"Distribute these emergency supplies to the people in the hall, and while you're at it, register the actual items they're missing."
Mint nodded and carried the two heavy bags inside.
A girl dressed in White Magical Armor came forward to greet them.
"Hello, senior, let me help you with that." The girl's voice was tinged with nervousness.
Mint hearing this sound, Mint froze on the spot.
She compared the list of injured people she had received on her terminal.
His gaze swept back and forth over the girl who didn't need a cane at all.
"Is that girl on the list who needed help walking now leading the way for me?"
Mint opened her eyes wide and turned to look at Ziwei standing behind her.
Ziwei gave her a very brief nod.
This confirmed her suspicions.
Clear Bell looked at the heavy object in Mint's hand and was eager to help share the burden.
She reached out, her fingertips just grasping the handle of the brown paper bag.
A dull cracking sound.
The handle of the paper bag was torn off by the Magic Power she inadvertently released.
The bag was torn open, and several bottles of mineral water fell out.
Mint, quick-witted and agile, bent down and steadily held the bottles of water in her arms.
She did not reprimand the newcomer who made the mistake.
Mint put the water back into a spare bag and picked it up with one hand.
She slowed down her movements and began a live demonstration.
"When you first transformed, the power within you was still unstable."
Mint placed her fingers on the handle. "You need to control the strength in your wrist; just hook your fingers lightly."
Clear Bell looked guilty and stood aside, nodding earnestly as she did as instructed.
Su Bai stood to the side watching this scene.
He categorized this problem as a micro-management training program.
"Tonight, you only need to use the strength of an ordinary person to move things," Ziwei ordered.
"Don't try to use any powerful Magic Power attacks; this place can't withstand further damage."
Clear Bell nodded vigorously and obediently used both hands to carry the lighter supplies.
The distribution of supplies was quickly completed.
Ziwei led Clear Bell to a deserted corner of the hall.
She needs to observe the newcomer's essential Magic Power state.
But I would never take out that Deep Space Marrow Core containing lethal radiation under such unprepared circumstances.
"Proceed with ten seconds of unloaded Magic Power output towards the open space ahead," Ziwei requested.
Clear Bell closed her eyes, and a white halo emanated from her body.
This light was extremely unstable, fluctuating in intensity and even dissipating from its edges.
Kabi floated out from the back of Ziwei's neck.
It moved closer to the halo and carefully sensed its internal energy structure.
"Master, the purity is ridiculously high; it's all uncontaminated primordial Wishforce," Kabi reported in his mind.
Once ten seconds had elapsed, Ziwei immediately called for a stop.
Clear Bell opened her eyes, slightly out of breath, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
Ziwei typed in the notes app on her phone.
Record Clear Bell's output duration and specific fatigue response.
The conclusion is already clear.
This girl has the potential to purify the Deep Space Marrow Core, but her current control is far from sufficient.
Su Bai did not directly announce that she was ready to carry out the purification mission.
Beginners need to be honed.
Mint had just finished distributing the last batch of supplies when she came over and saw this scene.
She felt that pure, unadulterated white light.
Xia Ning's fingers unconsciously clenched at the hem of her skirt.
Su Bai noticed this subtle movement.
He didn't plan to go to the balcony to give Xia Ning a long-winded psychological counseling session.
"Mint, you demonstrate consistent output."
Ziwei stepped aside, "Let me demonstrate how to properly stop and cut off the Magic Power."
Mint stepped forward and raised her short staff.
Pale blue Wind Magic Power steadily swirled around the tip of the staff, its light restrained and concentrated.
Ten seconds later, the blue light vanished cleanly and neatly into the air.
Not a single bit of extra energy was lost.
"Do it again, following her rhythm and movements." Ziwei looked at Clear Bell.
Clear Bell tried to imitate the example.
By the seventh second, the light began to dissipate, and she swayed her shoulders weakly.
Mint stepped forward to support her and gently pointed out the error in her breathing rhythm.
With Mint's practical experience as a guide, Clear Bell's next attempt consumed significantly less Magic Power.
Su Bai mentally ticked the box for this combination with satisfaction.
The division of labor between master and apprentice can be implemented directly.
Mint's practical experience and control completely made up for her lack of natural talent.
This is more effective than any words of comfort.
The Magic Power is about to fade.
Clear Bell returned to the rest area, not daring to sit down in the chair next to Ziwei.
Mint noticed her unease and proactively pulled out two plastic chairs.
Reposition Clear Bell correctly.