[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-the-cleanup-crew":3,"chapter-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-167":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm the Cleanup Crew!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2286003,4472,"Chapter 167: Can the Remnant Scripture Even Stop a God Mode?","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-167",167,"\u003Cp>It seems I was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the flame-like figure sprinting wildly hundreds of meters away, Li Ang raised an eyebrow, then swung one leg onto the automatically horizontal Witch’s Broom, ready to chase it down and bring the culprit to justice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as the Witch’s Broom was about to activate, the lesson from nearly being ambushed by the black gun surged into his mind—he hesitated slightly, then turned back to the Princess, took out the Infected Blood Band, and wrapped it around her, preparing to revive her first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the filthy old man’s “testimony” suggested only two cultists in Lyon Estate possessed anomalies, if they could evade his soul-scan, they might also lie during “interrogation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if a third cultist lurked nearby, once I left to chase the fugitive, they wouldn’t even need an anomaly—just a tiny nail gun could kill the Princess outright. Better to take her with me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, under the “health” supplied by the Infected Blood Band, the Princess—who had fainted from excessive blood flow—slowly regained consciousness, gazing at Li Ang with a dazed expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I’m…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Highness, the cultists just launched an assassination attempt against you, which I thwarted. I’m now preparing to apprehend the assassin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After briefly explaining what had happened, Li Ang helped the still-dazed Princess onto the broom, told her to grip his waist tightly, then lightly tapped the Witch’s Broom with his heel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a shriek from Princess Veronica, the fully accelerated Witch’s Broom shot out of the hall like an arrow released from a bow, hurtling toward the fleeing short man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t come near me! Don’t come near me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the demon who could read minds chasing him directly through the air, the short man instantly broke down, his legs buckling as he nearly collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pop”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, accompanied by a sound like a soap bubble bursting, it was as if a veil long shrouding his soul had been wiped away—his terrified, chaotic eyes cleared instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I’m not a coward—I was implanted with memories of being a coward, to make me flee in fear and lure the target into an ambush?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it! Again using me as bait!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he now recalled agreeing to the plan, the short man still felt a sharp twist of resentment inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I hadn’t been utterly broken by the demon’s interrogation, nearly losing my mind and forcing Lucy to prematurely lift part of her ability, I wouldn’t have regained my true memories until after the assassination was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucy’s memory manipulation is terrifying—every time I wake up, it feels horrifying. But it’s incredibly useful for missions: even I, the bait, didn’t know about the ambush, so the guy behind me has no chance of realizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a violent shiver, the “cowardly man,” now with partial memories restored, didn’t collapse—he staggered two steps, then straightened up and kept sprinting wildly toward the estate’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Li Ang, ever cautious, never exited his soul-sight, and immediately sensed the faint ripple in the short man’s soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this be a trap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the soul’s fear level drop by half, Li Ang furrowed his brow slightly and slowed his pace hesitantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seventh Rule of Emma’s Remnant Scripture: Never underestimate your opponent’s intelligence. Those capable of “fishing operations” aren’t just Cleaners—there are intelligent anomalies, corrupted beings, and underground cults devoted to dark gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These thinking opponents, when plotting something, also deploy bait first, luring careless Cleaners into traps to eliminate those who might report the situation, clearing the path for their own actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I must be cautious!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling Elder Emma’s teachings, Li Ang narrowed his eyes at the short man, who was nearly escaping Lyon Estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of accelerating, he pulled up the broom’s handle and soared into the sky, then gently tapped his small mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter where you’re trying to lure me, you need me to actually “arrive” for the ambush to work, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hss…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling, bone-deep sensation pierced him—he felt as if something lethally dangerous had locked onto him. The short man shuddered violently, glancing back cautiously while still sprinting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Ang, hundreds of meters above, silently assembling a sniper rifle, the short man felt his entire body go numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the leader’s mysterious intel, the target’s ability, though comprehensive in offense and defense, had poor range—only dozens of meters, so he should be safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while his ability has short range, he’s carrying a full-sized sniper rifle?! This is… I’m dead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the weapon take shape behind him in the sky, the short man abandoned all thoughts of ambush, scrambled blindly toward the nearest building, knocked its occupant unconscious, and dove behind a metal shelf stacked with goods—yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pss”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a hiss like air escaping, the sack full of rice burst open—every obstacle before the short man—the shelf, walls, bricks, exterior cladding—was simultaneously pierced by a single glowing nail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short man felt a sudden chill at his upper thigh—he had no time to react before the nail’s impact flung him backward, and the smell of burning flesh reached his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No! I don’t want to die!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relying on the superior instinct of a soul-based anomaly user, he faintly sensed a second shot coming—he knew the next one would kill him. He broke down completely, scrambling on hands and knees toward the window, desperate to beg the demon above for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he reached the window, ready to shout his surrender, the man riding the strange broom—whose presence felt even more demonic than a demon—suddenly jerked violently, then tumbled headfirst like a cut kite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a small bell tower six streets away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hit him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adjusting her fallen headscarf to cover her shiny bald head again, the woman with strange goggles retracted her slingshot and turned to the middle-aged man beside her with curiosity:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader, how did you know he’d fly up?”\u003C\u002Fp>",989,"2026-06-20T03:18:28.556Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9ad8e06e5ea19630a32b3c41128bf8ab2ac50bad26280e0f333a3950c6cd34ae","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-168","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-166",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-the-cleanup-crew-cover.jpg"]