Mona picked up the handcuffs from the ground and fastened them behind her back.
For a detective of her caliber, silver bracelets were really just decorative. Even without using magic, she had several ways to escape in a blink of an eye.
They were hardly a challenge for her!
Wayne never expected to restrict a mage’s movements with handcuffs, which was foolish. Mages shape magic to change reality with their minds, not their hands.
Only by controlling the other’s mind could one truly seal a mage’s ability to act.
"I have put on the handcuffs, release my companion, and I will be your hostage," Mona said calmly.
"Of course, you were my target from the beginning,"
Wayne said ambiguously. The moment he released Nancy, his gun-holding hand struck her nape hard, while his other hand raised, condensing a blood crystal dagger.
Three blood-colored throwing knives flew out in a T-formation, shooting straight towards Mona’s location.
Meanwhile, Wayne retreated, not looking back, and headed straight for the nearest sewer entrance under the cover of the mist.
Mona straightened her long legs and leaped into the air. When she landed, she not only dodged the throwing knives but also successfully unlocked the handcuffs.
She quickly moved forward, lifting the unconscious Nancy, her five fingers radiating holy light as she touched Nancy’s forehead.
She hoped she was alright!
After a quick check, she breathed a huge sigh of relief. Nancy was okay, and there was nothing extra inside her body.
Nancy woke up groggily and said in panic, "The magic of blood, he is a disciple of the devil."
Mona stared into the mist-covered direction, which surged like the tide: "The belief in hell’s blood has always existed in Lundan Town, but it’s the first time I see a believer directly using blood magic. The devil’s minions are preparing for a sacrifice ritual. I’ll follow him and see, you need to contact the superiors immediately. We cannot let him escape at any cost."
"Is that appropriate, his target seems to be you..." Nancy was somewhat uncertain, fearing her friend might not return if she went.
"Isn’t that better? If his target weren’t me, other victims would definitely appear,"
Mona said as she rushed into the mist.
Nancy stretched out her hand but ultimately didn’t dare to follow. It had already been proven that she was only a drag. Without her, Mona might have already won just now.
In the sewers, Wayne moved quickly, turning several corners before ducking into a subway tunnel.
After walking another five hundred meters along the corridor, he would reach the nearest platform.
It was late at night by then, and this subway line did not operate after hours. The tunnel and platform were dead silent, with only a few scattered lights flickering.
Nearing the platform, Wayne was surprised to find his exit blocked, with Mona standing alone in the center of the platform, seemingly having waited for him for a long time.
Wayne didn’t believe anyone could bypass him in the sewers and suspected he was under some kind of mental illusion magic as he squinted and scrutinized Mona on the platform.
Glasses, red lips, silk legs, high heels...
Although the focus of his attention was somewhat off, seasoned detectives like him knew all too well that details decide victory or defeat, details determine the essence.
Wayne soon noticed something amiss. If he remembered correctly, Mona had discarded her high heels earlier, yet the ’Mona’ on the platform was still wearing her high heels.
"I wanted to say it earlier, but driving in high heels, your safety awareness is too low,"
Wayne muttered to himself, raising his hand as crystal blades shot out one after another towards the Mona on the platform.
The latter’s actions were bizarre. Facing the blades shooting straight at her face, she didn’t dodge to the side but chose a highly difficult maneuver to avoid them.
Mona raised her arms, leaped into the air, and split her legs 90 degrees in midair, avoiding the blades. However, in doing so, her just-above-the-knee skirt was pushed up to her thighs, indecently exposed for Wayne to see clearly.
How shameful! What kind of person does that?
Wayne couldn’t help but criticize, realizing then that the ’Mona’ before him was definitely not her. If he wasn’t mistaken, it should be Mona’s night owl familiar.
Familiar birds have many uses, and mages can play many tricks with them, including a body double magic that changes the appearance of the master.
But only in appearance!
Wayne didn’t want to waste time on a foolish bird. His goal for the night had been achieved, and his plan was to use the missing pet dog’s request to lure Mona and the Heavenly Father’s Court behind her onto the trail of the Thousand-Eyed Demon.
He waved his hand to conjure a Tempest, overturning the ’Mona’ who was performing acrobatics in midair. Under the pressure of the fierce winds, the owl collapsed before it even hit the ground, reverting to its original form.
The owl flapped helplessly in midair as Wayne had already dashed a hundred meters away. Suddenly, with his Super Vision, he caught a glimpse of a flickering light ahead, abruptly stopping and throwing three blood-colored throwing knives in succession.
The blades hit the air and deflected, revealing a white curtain of ripples, which then dissipated to reveal a wall adorned with angels and Holy Scripture Pattern blocking the way ahead.
Mona, gasping for breath, was standing on the other side of the tunnel, commanding the owl to fly out of the platform and disappear into the night.
Wayne looked at her without saying a word, quite annoyed. He had only intended to probe the situation tonight, never expecting Mona to be so persistent and chase after him without fear of the righteous risks.
You justice types, always delivering yourselves on a silver platter, can’t you learn to be as cunning and suspicious as the devil?
Wayne gave Mona the middle finger, clenched his fist, and with a fist wrapped in a red crystal blade, he blasted it towards the Holy Text Wall behind him.