“Drip…”

“Drip, drip, drop…”

It was raining again.

Li Andy tapped his cane, and it writhed and twisted a few times, transforming into a black umbrella.

The raging fire, doused by the pouring rain, gradually died down.

Li Andy glanced at the Butcher, who was leaving with the Street Girl in his arms, and fell into contemplation.

These coins didn’t seem to be merely about luck; they appeared to possess other functions.

The Street Girl’s seemed to be perception and attachment…

The Raincoat Man’s seemed to be tracking and detection…

And the dark-skinned, white-haired youth’s… was to amplify disaster…

Watching the two disappear into the rain, Li Andy sighed softly and turned his gaze back to Susan.

At this moment, Miss Security Officer finally reached the Raincoat Man’s corpse.

She frowned as she scanned the body, discovering a coin beside the Raincoat Man’s hand.

She pondered for two seconds before decisively picking it up, treating it as potential evidence, and slipping it into her pocket.

“Buzz—!”

A group of people carrying steam weapons rushed out of the alley, surrounding Susan.

Most of them were bald, with snake-scale-like black tattoos on their arms, necks, or shoulders.

The leader’s entire body was covered, as if he were truly draped in a layer of snakeskin.

“Black Snake Gang…”

Susan’s body tensed, and she gripped the gun in her hand tightly.

“She’s the one who caused trouble?”

A subordinate next to the leader dragged out an eyewitness.

“Yes, yes, Second Boss! Besides her and that dead man, there were two others! One of them… seemed to be 【Lucky Little Snake】.”

“Interesting…”

The leader raised an eyebrow, the snake tattoos on his face wiggling slightly, and he flicked out a long tongue like a snake’s, surveying Susan.

He noticed the law enforcement uniform beneath her damaged outer clothing.

“Interesting, the one causing trouble is actually a Miss Security Officer.

“Are you tired of playing house in the Upper City and came down to our sewers for some excitement?”

Susan frowned, pointing at the corpse on the ground, and responded sharply:

“This man is a murderer; I came to arrest him! Please do not interfere with law enforcement!”

“Murderer? Hahaha….”

“Here, who among us isn’t a murderer?”

“Do you… want to arrest me too?”

The Black Snake Second Boss laughed, and the subordinates behind him joined in the raucous laughter, their behavior perfectly fitting the stereotype.

“Second Brother, why waste words with her? The people above don’t even treat us as human. Those gentlemen at the top who don’t touch blood, they’ve killed no less people than us!”

“Exactly, let’s take her down first and make her understand whose territory this is!”

“Heh heh, when you’re done playing, remember to leave me a breath.”

Susan’s brows were tightly furrowed, and the sweat trickling down her temples mingled with the rain.

Just then, she saw Li Andy’s figure upstairs.

He waved at her, made a grinning gesture that meant “I’m going to call for help,” and then decisively slipped away, as if not at all concerned for her safety.

Susan raised an eyebrow, not at all displeased; instead, she thought he was very rational.

Subsequently, a hint of guilt arose within her; she had become so engrossed in chasing the fugitive that she had forgotten she had a companion.

She took a deep breath, planning to assess the situation and decide whether to fight to the death.

Anyway, these people were all villains; she’d take as many as she could before she died.

Just as both sides were about to make a move, a burly man leaped from a tall building nearby, splashing several meters of muddy water with a “Boom!”

“Boss!”

The Black Snake Second Boss and his subordinates immediately reined in their arrogance, becoming as docile as children.

Susan wiped the rain from her face, craned her neck, and frowned as she scrutinized the man before her.

He, too, was bald, with snake-scale tattoos covering his entire body.

But what was most striking was his right arm—it was a completely mechanical metal arm, with several can-like covers on the shoulder slightly depressed, emitting plumes of acrid white smoke like an engine.

“Security Officer, you’ve crossed the line.”

The man’s voice was like grinding gears, low and distorted.

Susan’s hair stood on end, her heart pounded, but she met his gaze defiantly.

“A very good look… reminds me of someone…”

The man sneered and asked,

“You, you’re also from the Independent Faction, aren’t you? Why the change of heart?”

“Or… do you prefer us to start a riot?”

Susan’s body stiffened slightly, and she didn’t reply.

The man didn’t care, looking at his subordinate and ordering:

“Take her away, send her to the water prison. Then, send someone to the Security Bureau; I want their director to come personally to negotiate!”

Susan didn’t resist, her body feeling somewhat cold, allowing the iron chains to be cuffed around her.

.......

On the other side of Black Alley.

Manba anxiously burst into the Quack’s residence, grabbing the Quack, who was about to go out.

“Charlie! Charlie!!”

“Please, quickly save her!”

“I’ll do anything you ask! I’ll pay any amount of money!”

“I’m still young and healthy! I’ll definitely be able to pay you back in the future!!”

The Quack immediately frowned, and his heart was startled as he looked at their disheveled and miserable appearance.

“Please…”

Manba was sobbing, his blood-stained hand clutching his clothes tightly.

“Tsk… you’re always so troublesome!”

The Quack grumbled irritably for a few moments but still led the two into the inner room, which looked much cleaner than the outside.

“Put that woman on the bed. Whether she lives or dies depends on her fate!”

With that, he mumbled to himself while rummaging through the medical cabinet for medicine.

“Disinfectant, hemostatic… Tsk, why is everything expired….”

After two seconds of thought, he suppressed his heartache and opened another cabinet with refrigeration capabilities.

“You brat, if you don’t pay me back later, you’re dead!”

After retrieving the medicine, Charlie approached Lisa and began treating the wound on her waist. His peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of Manba and Lisa’s tightly clasped hands, and he couldn’t help but frown.

“Why are you holding her hand so tightly? Are you afraid her blood circulation is too smooth? Don’t blame me if she doesn’t make it!”

Manba shivered at his words and quickly released his hand.

But the two blood-stained coins remained in Lisa’s hand.

The Quack’s pupils immediately constricted, staring intently at the two coins, but the next second, he subtly averted his gaze.

The hand treating the wound trembled slightly, as if nervous, or conflicted.