"They won't stay in jail for long..." Riley continued, "So, Uncle's meaning is, handle it quietly, don't let Auntie know, or... if you can't bring yourself to kill, he can do it for you."
"Wow..." Serie raised an eyebrow, she really hadn't seen it, her refined father had such a wild side.
But thinking about it, it made sense; this group of... uh, animal friends, almost took his daughter's life.
If it were Serie, she would definitely do the same.
"Don't worry," Serie's lips curved into a confident smile, "No need to trouble my dad, I can handle it."
But with her dad's words as backup, she felt even more emboldened; that rebellious streak was indeed inherited.
Serie had only taken one step when she suddenly turned back, came to Riley's car window, and leaned in against the car door, instantly closing the distance between them: "By the way, what do you think?"
Riley was suddenly flustered by her close proximity, then averted her gaze, unconsciously tapping the steering wheel with her fingers: "Me? Oh, I think pretty much the same as your mom, but..."
Her voice softened, with a hint of indulgence, "I'll pretend I didn't see anything, just that I took you for a drive."
Riley paused, then looked up at Serie, her eyes holding something else, "Also, that Bewitching Fox... leave him to me."
"Leave him to you?" Serie raised an eyebrow; this family, you couldn't tell, but they all had maxed-out ruthless attributes: "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing," Riley suddenly looked up, meeting Serie's gaze, their noses almost touching, she deliberately lowered her voice, with a hint of provocation, "What? Can't bear to?"
Serie didn't retreat but advanced, almost feeling the other's breath, and let out a light chuckle: "Heh, suit yourself, consider it payment for your gas."
With that, she smoothly pulled away and walked towards the neon-flashing bar without looking back.
Watching Serie's back, Riley's lips unconsciously curved into a smile.
The smile was faint, yet genuine, as if a suspended heart had finally settled back into place.
As soon as Serie stepped onto the bar's stairs, the group of eccentrically dressed trendsetters at the entrance uniformly turned their heads, their eyes wide, as if watching an alien arrival.
Serie felt uncomfortable under their gaze, her scalp tingling, making her trendsetter phobia act up.
Her personality used to be introverted, so she dreaded these flamboyant social butterflies.
However, Serie was completely unaware that she was now the biggest 'trendsetter' here.
Serie pushed open the heavy door, preparing to search for the figures of Jackal and the deadly Viper.
As soon as she looked, she saw two men speaking on the stage.
One of them, a green-haired Mohawk youth, was holding a microphone, dramatically reading... a eulogy?
Someone's memorial service was being held here, she didn't know whose...
Yes, in a bar.
What a bunch of characters...
"Our dear friend! Our brave warrior!"
The green-haired youth drew out his words, his voice thick with exaggerated sobs, squeezing out non-existent tears, "In that thrilling operation! To protect us... uh... precious comrades! She! Selflessly charged towards those cops!"
"With her young life! She bought us precious time to escape!"
Below the stage, a group of clearly drunk men and women were moved by the poignant speech and emotional background music, their eyes reddening, and they sparsely joined in shouting:
"Farewell, Big Sister Neon Shadow—!"
"We will always remember you—!"
"In the next life, we'll still be your support group—!"
Wait...
No!
It seemed Billy's social media handle was also Neon Shadow...
So... these trendsetters were all her fans?!
What was being held right now was her damn memorial service?!
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