Chapter 110: Lightning Whirlwind Slash!
This unexpected charge caught Rigil completely off guard.
To be fair—he really had done it.
But what was with this anonymous report?
Combining that with what Lu Zheng had said earlier to trick him into opening the door, a clear picture immediately formed in Rigil’s mind.
When he used his superpower at noon, only he and Dr. Alien were present. Aside from Dr. Alien, there was no one else.
What, did he report himself?
It had to be that damned Dr. Alien.
But he couldn’t figure out why.
Why would Dr. Alien report him? What would she gain from that?
Was the bribe he gave her not enough?
If it wasn’t enough, she could have just said so!
What was the meaning of reporting him to the Hero Association?
Didn’t evil organization members have any sense of pride or shame?
To actually report him to the Hero Association!
It was like two gangs agreeing to a bare-handed brawl—some brought clubs, fine—but you went and called the police? What kind of move was that?
Where’s the decency? Where’s the law?
Oh, wait.
Dr. Alien calling the police meant she knew and followed the law, so perhaps another phrase would be more fitting:
The evil organizations in D-City were just too rude!
Rigil’s brain had never worked so fast before.
He racked his mind and finally fished up a possible explanation from the corners of his thoughts.
It was a show of dominance.
Right—if he got caught by the Hero Association, what would happen to Dr. Alien’s interests?
She must have filed a "false report."
A way of letting him know that she had something on him—so she could gain the upper hand in their next meeting!
The more Rigil thought about it, the more it made sense.
And he couldn’t help but marvel:
Shrewd and daring.
As expected of a woman who could carve out a piece of territory in the heart of the Hero Association.
Dr. Alien… this one is dangerous and must not be left alive!
One could only imagine what kind of face Rigil would make once he learned that the precinct had interrogation staff who could see through lies.
“All right.”
Seeing Rigil standing dazed at the door, Lu Zheng kindly called out to him.
“Don’t just stand there—shall we go?”
He spoke while gesturing toward the elevator behind him with his thumb.
Hearing Lu Zheng’s call, Rigil sneered inwardly.
Dr. Alien was indeed clever—too bad she had met him.
Since it was a false charge, the Hero Association surely had no evidence. Let’s see how his words would make this hero release him on the spot!
Rigil’s mental mouth curled into an evil grin.
“This is pure slander! In broad daylight, under the clear heavens, someone dares slander me so basely!”
With a “thud,” he knelt, shuffled forward on his knees, and tried to hug Lu Zheng’s thigh while crying out.
“Oh, great justice lord! You must see through this! See through it clearly! I am a law-abiding citizen! A fine, upstanding citizen!”
Then—Lu Zheng sidestepped nimbly to avoid him.
“Is that so?”
As he dodged, a smirk appeared on Lu Zheng’s pixelated screen.
“Then please come with us. Don’t worry, we’re just looking into the matter. If it turns out to be false, you’ll be released soon.”
“We never wrongly accuse a good person—and never let a… bad one go.”
He deliberately emphasized the word “bad,” clearly implying something.
Hearing that tone, cold sweat poured down Rigil’s back.
Wait—this wasn’t right?
Wasn’t this supposed to be just a show of power?
Why did it sound like this hero really had some decisive evidence?
How was that possible?
Could it be that Dr. Alien didn’t care about future interests anymore?
Abandoning gains for momentary satisfaction—what kind of villain was that?
Unworthy of the title “villain”!
A disgrace to all evil organizations! A traitor to every antagonist!
Rigil’s hatred for Yi Ning soared like a rocket.
Little did he know—it was actually the hero in front of him who had called Dr. Alien, entered her base, and found the surveillance evidence.
Lu Zheng bent down slightly, subtly distancing himself from Rigil’s hands again, and made a “please” gesture.
His meaning was crystal clear:
Time to go, buddy.
Rigil wore a pained expression.
There was no way he could go back with Lu Zheng.
Because this arrest had caught him off guard, he still had a bunch of bombs purchased from the black market on him—same models as those used on Ye Qin. If they searched him, he’d be toast.
But he had no options.
Somehow, Lu Zheng had kept just enough distance—half an arm’s length—making it impossible for him, with hands cuffed, to simultaneously latch onto Lu Zheng and grab a material to merge with and immobilize him.
Did that mean he really had to use teleportation magic to escape?
As his brain kept churning, Rigil slowly shuffled toward the elevator.
He really didn’t want to use that move in public.
The Energy-Restricting Handcuffs were universally acknowledged by both the Hero Association and the Evil Council as capable of preventing ability use. If news got out that he could still cast spells while cuffed…
The Hero Association might just upgrade their restraints.
But the Evil Council?
They’d pull out all the stops to hunt him down.
Because they had no clue how it worked.
To the Hero Association, it might be a tool upgrade.
To the Evil Council, this was a game-changer.
If they could unravel the method, they could easily bust all their monstrous comrades out of Hero Association prisons—and spark chaos at will.
A priceless tool for mayhem!
But considering the alternative might be a fast track to execution, Rigil made up his mind.
Let future-Rigil deal with the multi-faction manhunt.
Life is short—run for it, Rigil!
He had no desire to experience what execution felt like.
Rigil stole a glance at the window not far away.
His teleportation spell had a range of about five meters—if he could get near the window, he could port right through the wall and escape!
As for the height…
He could teleport at an angle.
Rigil eyed the distance between himself and Lu Zheng, trying to calculate his chances of success.
Forget it—just go!
Rigil suddenly turned and sprinted toward the window.
Then—he felt a massive force slam into his back, sending him sprawling to the ground.
He instinctively turned his head—only to see a fist nearly fill his entire vision, slamming into his face and sending him flying toward the window.
Everything hurt, but Rigil was overjoyed.
Haha! Foolish hero—you didn’t realize this was my escape route, did you?
He focused on the Source Energy Crystal, preparing to cast his teleportation spell.
And then—
The next second, Rigil lost consciousness.
Lu Zheng rotated his fist against Rigil’s now wall-embedded face, leaving behind a heart-shaped imprint before pulling it back.
Hmph! Trying to escape?