Chapter 518: Beauty, You've Recently Had a Blood‑Light Disaster

"Police Bai Bai, these women aren't good people!"

"Bai Bai, these women aren't good people either!"

"Bai Bai, take another look at that fortune‑teller at his stall; he isn't a good person either!"

"And that beggar, the ragged one, he isn't a good person either!"

"……"

The youngster who helped Han Fei conceal his identity kept talking almost nonstop; in his view, there were hardly any people who were like good ones.

"Alright, alright, stop talking, and stop glancing around, lest you expose us."

Han Fei wanted to chase the chatterbox away, but thinking that he couldn't make pancakes at all and that customers would occasionally come to buy them, he held back.

The uncle selling pancakes and crepes at his stall made a soggy, lousy pancake; any suspect who wasn't stupid could spot the problem.

This time he'll let it go, but next time he won't disguise himself as a pancake seller again—what a hassle! Han Fei thought.

At the same time, he pretended to be casual while closely monitoring the passing crowd, not letting anyone slip by.

Besides Han Fei, the other undercover officers did the same, observing the passing crowd as carefully as possible, not missing anyone who walked past them.

Everyone's nerves were taut, fearing that a single slip would cause them to miss the suspect.

But Xu Mo was different.

Compared with the other officers, Xu Mo's demeanor was noticeably more relaxed.

In fact, he was still giving a fortune‑telling reading to a girl with about a nine‑out‑of‑ten looks rating and a perfect figure, who was squatting in front of his fortune‑telling stall, mainly because it wasn't yet six‑thirty and there was still time before the timestamp written in the system's clue—no rush.

The other officers didn't know when the suspect would appear on the bridge, but Xu Mo did, so he wasn't at all worried about the suspect showing up now.

Pretending to be thoughtful, Xu Mo pinched his fingers twice and said to the girl before him.

"Beauty, you've recently had a blood‑light disaster!"

"Huh? Blood‑light disaster? Master, do you have any way to dispel it?"

Xu Mo shook his head with a calm expression.

"There is a way… but it's unnecessary, and you needn't worry; it's just a minor issue, perfectly normal. At most a week, and this blood‑light disaster of yours will lift on its own."

The girl was stunned for a while before she grasped what Xu Mo meant.

She was first a bit shy, then became surprised, thinking to herself that Xu Mo really does have some skill! He actually knows fortune‑telling!

Originally, the girl approached to tend the stall because she recognized that the fortune‑teller there was Xu Mo.

She had come hoping to get a glimpse of the famed Xu Mo, but she didn't expect that he truly could tell fortunes, even pinpointing that she had a 'blood‑light disaster.'

"No wonder he's the man who can make the Investigation Team spin in circles; he even knows fortune‑telling. I'm curious—what else can't you do?"

"Do you know me?"

"Of course, the world‑famous 'Lawless Rogue' Xu Mo—hard not to know him. Hey, could you sign something for me?" She said, pulling paper and a pen from her bag.

"Blank paper? That's a bit inconvenient." Xu Mo glanced at the blank sheet she produced and, without a second thought, declined her request for a signature.

He is also a public figure, and he wouldn't sign on a blank sheet, lest it cause unnecessary trouble for him.

After Xu Mo's refusal, the girl felt a bit dejected, but soon, as if she had an idea, she slipped the paper back into her bag, tugged her clothing, exposed a shoulder strap, and asked.

"Can I sign here then?"

Seeing Xu Mo glance at the shoulder strap without responding, the girl gave a forlorn smile; she roughly understood his meaning: "If it's truly inconvenient, never mind. I don't need a signature—can we take a photo together?"

But she misinterpreted Xu Mo's intention.

At that moment Xu Mo thought, "Can she still play like this?! I can't sign on a blank sheet, but signing on this would be so convenient!"

"No, it's not inconvenient. I'm a pretty easygoing person; as long as it's not on a blank sheet, I generally don't refuse."

Xu Mo took the pen from the girl and signed his name on the narrow shoulder strap.

Han Fei, who was not far away, also noticed the scene; however, due to his angle, Xu Mo's move looked to him like he was being a pervert, as if his head were about to plunge in!

Han Fei: "???"

"What are you doing! You were supposed to be undercover on watch, and you end up acting like a pervert?"

"The point is, the girl Xu Mo is 'acting like a pervert' with and she doesn't refuse? She even leans in?! ωωw.. net"

Han Fei immediately used the Wireless Earpiece to remind him: "Xu Mo, watch your behavior; you're here to catch the suspect."

"Got it, got it. Isn't this just meeting a fan? They ask me for a signature; I can't just refuse, otherwise people will say I'm being pretentious."

The other officers also heard the conversation through the earpiece and involuntarily glanced toward Xu Mo's direction; they all saw Xu Mo signing for the person.

The girl, just as she was walking away satisfied, another man also recognized Xu Mo.

"Xu Mo? Damn, it's really you. I really like you; I'm your die‑hard fan. Could you sign something for me?"

This time, Xu Mo refused without a second thought.

"Sorry, that's a bit inconvenient."

Han Fei: "???"

The officers: "???"

"You only sign for women and not for men—does that count as a signature? I'm even embarrassed to call you out! You're not signing at all; you're just being plain lecherous!" Han Fei's helpless voice came through the Wireless Earpiece.

Xu Mo shrugged and argued with Han Fei.

"What's the point of saying a man shouldn't be lecherous? Are you 'are you'?"

"Moreover, Han Team, you were the one who told me to watch my behavior earlier. I only refused to sign after deep reflection, okay? You call me a signer when I sign, and you still call me one when I don't. You've said all the good and bad things; so am I signing or not? Hmm?"

Han Fei, not far away, pinched his bridge of the nose, looking helpless; Xu Mo's twisted logic kept coming, and for a moment he didn't know how to rebut.

Come to think of it, it was indeed he who made Xu Mo watch his behavior, and Xu Mo turned his head and threw that big black pot onto his own head.

"You… forget it, I won't argue with you; I can't win against you," Han Fei decisively chose not to argue with Xu Mo.

A short while later, another girl squatted in front of Xu Mo's fortune‑telling stall, and he started again to read her palm and tell her fate.

Seeing this, Han Fei let out a sigh, thinking that next time there's a similar mission, Xu Mo must not be allowed to set up a fortune‑telling stall; he should swap positions with Wang Dachuan.

Let Wang Dachuan set up a stall to tell fortunes, Xu Mo holding a broken bowl to beg for food, see what mischief he can still stir up!