As Yan Qi pinned Wu Lao-San to the ground, binding him tightly with a belt while he struggled desperately to break free, she recalled the information she had gathered from his phone messages. She knew the reason he had resorted to such extreme measures today was because he had been pushed to his limit by others. So instead of berating him, she spoke calmly.
“Alright, Uncle Wu, stop struggling. You won’t be able to break free. Just stay put and wait for the police to take you away.”
“Let me go! Let me go! That damn boss hasn’t paid for what he’s done yet!”
Ignoring Yan Qi’s words, Wu Lao-San gritted his teeth and continued to writhe in anger. Though Yan Qi’s singing had earlier dispelled the mental turmoil in his heart, the flames of rage weren’t so easily extinguished.
Unfortunately for him, as an ordinary man, his resistance was utterly useless against Yan Qi, who—after transforming into an electronic songstress—possessed the physical prowess of a three-star superhuman.
Seeing that he refused to listen, Yan Qi decided to target his weakness to make him comply.
“Uncle Wu, stop resisting. I have a way to cure your daughter’s illness.”
At her words, Wu Lao-San froze mid-struggle. His voice trembled with disbelief.
“You… you can cure my daughter? Really?”
“Of course. I don’t make a habit of lying to people.”
“But… you don’t look like a doctor. You look more like one of those idols from the cartoons my daughter used to love.”
Hearing his skepticism, Yan Qi—aware that electronic songstresses were indeed a type of idol—replied,
“I’m not just like an idol from a cartoon. I am one.”
Wu Lao-San narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping into his voice.
“If you’re an idol, how can you claim to have a way to cure my daughter?”
Thinking of the transformation card she possessed—one with healing abilities—Yan Qi answered confidently.
“Simple. Because I know a friend who’s an expert at treating difficult and rare illnesses.”
Wu Lao-San hesitated, then ventured cautiously,
“An expert… can they treat leukemia?”
“Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have brought it up.”
Studying Yan Qi’s expression and finding no deceit, Wu Lao-San pressed further.
“Will seeing your friend cost a lot of money?”
“Don’t worry, Uncle Wu. If my doctor friend feels a connection with your daughter, she won’t charge you a single cent. And even if she does, it won’t be anywhere near as much as the hospital.”
“That’s impossible! How could treatment not cost a fortune?”
“Of course it’s possible,” Yan Qi said with a smile, then proudly declared, “Because both my doctor friend and I are superhumans.”
As she revealed her supernatural identity, Wu Lao-San’s eyes widened in realization. Memories of yesterday’s news reports and the mesmerizing song that had left him dazed—allowing Yan Qi to subdue him so easily—flooded back.
“So you’re a superhuman… No wonder you overpowered me without breaking a sweat.”
“Now that I’ve promised my doctor friend will treat your daughter, will you stop resisting?” Yan Qi asked, seeing the understanding dawn on his face.
Wu Lao-San nodded fervently.
“Yes! If your superhuman doctor can cure my little girl, I won’t fight back no matter what happens now.”
“Good.”
Just as Yan Qi successfully convinced Wu Lao-San to surrender by offering her “doctor friend’s” help, Yan Zhenyi—her father—finally snapped out of his daze, thanks to her earlier intervention.
Staring at the blue-haired, twin-tailed girl who had effortlessly subdued Wu Lao-San, he froze momentarily before springing into action. He quickly picked up the old-fashioned firearm Wu Lao-San had dropped and tossed the disarmed explosives outside onto the now-deserted street.
Once he confirmed the sales office was safe, he cautiously approached the mysterious girl.
“Do you… need help holding him down?”
Hearing her father’s voice, Yan Qi looked up and replied,
“No need. This uncle and I have already reached an agreement—he won’t resist anymore. By the way, how long until your people get here?”
“They should arrive in about three minutes.”
“Then I’ll stay here for three more minutes.”
“Um… miss, are you one of those superhumans from yesterday’s news?” Yan Zhenyi asked curiously, having missed her earlier conversation with Wu Lao-San.
Yan Qi nodded.
“Well, in a way, yes.”
“‘In a way’? No wonder we all blacked out earlier, and you suddenly showed up to take down this bomber.”
A look of understanding crossed Yan Zhenyi’s face as he recalled how he had been lost in her enchanting song, completely unaware of how she had appeared or subdued Wu Lao-San.
“Say, miss… would you be interested in joining the Supernatural Affairs Bureau?”
Remembering yesterday’s news about the newly established agency to manage superhuman affairs, he impulsively extended the offer.