Chapter 139: 138 Hero or Elite

Unaware of what had happened after his departure, and adhering to his good habit of seeing tasks through to the end, Li Ang once again located the target using the position shown in his soul vision.

Huh… I ran off too fast when I rescued her before and didn’t get a good look—this daughter of the Charle Department Store owner… her back profile seems vaguely familiar?

Watching the woman perched on the iron fence, butt in the air, failing repeatedly to climb over, Li Ang hesitated briefly, then cautiously spoke up:

“Miss Amy?”

“Ah!”

Startled by the voice behind her, the woman on the fence panicked, her left foot slipping off the barrier, and she screamed as she toppled backward.

“Watch out!”

Seeing her head-first fall, Li Ang dashed forward two steps, caught her in both arms, and helped the pale-faced girl with a childlike face to her feet. Seeing she was still shaken, he reassured her:

“Don’t worry, Miss Amy—the Maison Ma Sai matter is resolved. You’re safe now.”

“I… Mr. Li Ang?”

Finally seeing Li Ang’s face clearly, Amy gasped, then seemed to realize something, her expression filled with astonishment:

“Just now… was it you? You’re the one who saved me?”

“Yes.”

Looking at the familiar childlike face before him, Li Ang was equally surprised:

“You’re the daughter of the Charle Department Store owner?”

“I… I am, sorry I never told you before…”

After stammering her reply, the girl with the baby face, bursting with questions, looked at him in bewilderment and pressed:

“Just now… how did you just ‘whoosh’ disappear? And did you plant bombs on the walls? Why does every wall explode wherever you walk? And also—”

“This… let’s wait until tomorrow. Your family must be frantic by now. I’ll take you home first, then tell you tomorrow.”

After again giving the “I’ll tell you tomorrow” reply, and since he’d refused to answer her questions, he couldn’t press further with his own, so he gripped the fence as if straining, then secretly used the power of the Holy Spirit pendant to bend it open, creating a gap wide enough to pass through, and pulled the baby-faced girl through, ducking low.

…

Phew… finally out!

Though she’d only crossed one more fence, for Amy, who’d been locked up for days, this was the definitive escape from Maison Ma Sai.

Unconsciously exhaling, she patted her flat chest, then stole a glance at the man’s back, feeling her heartbeat quicken slightly.

First, I found a man who seemed perfect as a husband because of the department store incident, and I was about to move next door to get closer—then I got kidnapped on the way.

After being locked in a dark little room for days, terrified and anxious, I was finally rescued—and the one who saved me was exactly the man I’d set my sights on!

Oh my…

Even though he didn’t carry me out in a prince’s embrace, but slung me over his shoulder like a sack of grain, nearly making me vomit—still, isn’t this hero saving the damsel?

Gripping his hand tighter, feeling the warmth that carried an inexplicable sense of safety, Amy blushed faintly and whispered:

“Mr. Li Ang, thank you for coming to save me! I’ll repay you properly!”

“No need.”

Hearing her, Li Ang, waiting by the roadside for a carriage, shook his head and answered frankly:

“I came to save you because your father came to our Bureau and asked for help, so the Director assigned your rescue to me. As for payment, your father already paid in advance.”

“I see…”

The heroic rescuer’s image suddenly shifted into that of a career professional; the baby-faced girl’s face fell, her pink fantasies punctured—yet hearing Li Ang mention Old Charle, her expression turned tense again. She bit her lip and asked anxiously:

“By the way, during the days I was kidnapped, my parents must have been terrified—are they alright now?”

“I haven’t seen them, but they’re probably fine.”

After thinking a moment, Li Ang replied:

“After your father came to us, the Director had someone investigate. He’s worn down but in decent spirits. Your mother fell ill from excessive worry, but it’s not serious—once you return, she’ll recover.”

As long as they’re all well…

After learning about her parents’ condition, the baby-faced girl felt slightly relieved. She bit her lip again and tentatively invited:

“Mr. Li Ang, you’ve done so much for my family—could you possibly come to our home in a couple of days? I’d like to properly thank you.”

In a couple of days… that’s exactly when the Lyon family’s inheritance ceremony is, and the Central Bureau’s investigator will arrive tomorrow morning—definitely impossible.

“It doesn’t seem convenient.”

After thinking, Li Ang shook his head:

“I have something planned in a couple of days—I won’t have time. And you really don’t need to thank me… oh, by the way, do you have any money?”

“Ah? Yes, yes!”

At Li Ang’s question, the baby-faced girl quickly rummaged through her skirt pocket, pulled out a fine leather purse, and handed him a stack of ten-gold-wheel bearer checks. Then, embarrassed, she asked:

“I was kidnapped suddenly, so I didn’t bring much—will this be enough?”

“… ”

Never mind… I shouldn’t have asked.

Seeing the check—enough to cover half a year’s salary—Li Ang fell silent, then silently pushed it back. He fumbled in his pocket, found he didn’t have enough copper wheels, so pulled out one silver wheel and handed it to her, then pointed at the approaching steam carriage:

“I’m not going your way. When the carriage arrives, just get on and go home. Keep your checks hidden—don’t get kidnapped again right after I saved you.”

“Also, from Red Cedar Avenue to Charle Department Store headquarters is a bit over nine kilometers. Five kilometers cost two copper wheels, the remaining four cost one copper wheel per kilometer—if you get off half a block early, it’s only six copper wheels… wait, give me the money back first!”

Though past interactions suggested she wasn’t a naive noblewoman, the fact she pulled out a sum equal to his annual salary still shocked him—he feared she’d actually pay the fare with a check.

After handing the silver wheel to the driver and retrieving three copper wheels as change, Li Ang carefully noted the steam carriage’s rear number before seeing the baby-faced girl off. Then he hailed another carriage, climbed in, and counted out a handful of copper wheels to the driver.

“Number 35, Bridge Street, Happiness Apartments.”