Chapter Sixty: Release Them?

Prince Xuan said, “You just wanted to teach them a lesson.”

Bei Bei Wang replied, “Heh, that was all a long time ago. Whether it’s being a farting expert, or being ‘the other woman,’ or just not getting along with those shop assistants—those are your words. The truth is, I just had a fight with my boyfriend. Then I took a cab and left. By the time the explosion happened, I was probably several blocks away.”

The surveillance room staff confirmed that Bei Bei Wang took a cab and left.

The staff member said, “Yes, we did see her take a cab and leave. She wasn’t back by the time of the incident.”

Hearing this, Prince Xuan and his companion looked over at Bei Bei Wang.

She stretched lazily and said, “I know you all have your prejudices against fox spirits. We’re all monsters and demons, right? As for the supermarket incident, I’ll cooperate as much as I can.”

With that, her delicate hand tapped the table as she gazed at them.

Bei Bei Wang said, “I have a gathering tonight. So I’ll be leaving now.”

Suddenly, the room fell silent. She stood up and handed two tickets to Handsome Hao, who rose with a beaming smile and took them with both hands.

Suddenly, Prince Xuan shouted, “Sit down!”

Handsome Hao, startled, immediately sat back down, his hands trembling as he held the tickets. Bei Bei Wang was stunned as well, turning to look at Prince Xuan, who glared at her with narrowed eyes.

Prince Xuan said, “Who said you could leave?”

At that moment, Prince Xuan’s phone, lying on the table, suddenly rang. He glanced at it sideways. Good grief—it was a call from the Queen of the Underworld. He hurried outside to answer.

Prince Xuan said, “Boss, what’s going on?”

The Queen of the Underworld asked, “What’s the situation with Bei Bei Wang?”

Prince Xuan replied, “Just a gas explosion case. How did it attract your attention?”

She asked, “Have you found anything?”

He said, “The tests confirmed that the gas came from her. But so far, I have no evidence she was at the scene when it happened.”

She said, “Then just treat her as an ordinary person for now! Several demon kings have contacted me—they’re planning to watch Bei Bei Wang’s fashion show tonight.”

Prince Xuan asked, “Which demon king? Lord Hu the Third, the Bull Demon King, or Pigsy?”

The Queen of the Underworld replied, “Don’t worry about which demon king. This gas incident didn’t actually cause any real harm, did it?”

Prince Xuan said, “Boss, you’re not someone who shies away from trouble. Are you really going to yield just because the demon kings are putting on pressure? You should know the gas she emitted contained high concentrations of methane and helium. If that fart had gone off near an open flame or a high-voltage wire, the consequences would have been unthinkable—worse than a TNT explosion. No one present would have been left with an intact body. How can you just let a case like that go so easily?”

She replied, “Let me ask you, do you have any direct evidence? If not, let her go.”

After hanging up, Prince Xuan, furious, punched a hole in the wall beside him, then stormed off in anger. Handsome Hao came out after him, looking in disbelief at the hole and then at Prince Xuan.

Prince Xuan went out into the corridor and lit a cigarette. Handsome Hao followed.

Handsome Hao said, “Boss, you smoke too?”

Prince Xuan retorted, “Mind your own business. If you want to smoke, do it now. If not, come with me.”

Handsome Hao hesitated, then caught up. The two quickly made their way to the surveillance room.

Prince Xuan asked, “Duan Peng, does the jewelry store have any other entrances?”

Handsome Hao handed a drink to Duan Peng.

Handsome Hao said, “Brother Duan, you must be tired. Here, have a drink. Refresh yourself.”