I! Cleaner!

"Boo hoo hoo."

After being captured by Leon and the female reporter, and taking three or four hits each, the unfortunate Feiliya finally seized the opportunity and clung to Leon's arm, tearfully saying:

"Stop hitting me. I'll go with you, okay?"

"..."

Seeing the green-eyed girl's neck reddened, Leon exchanged an awkward glance with the female reporter, then embarrassedly explained:

"Princess Feiliya, um... please don't blame us for being rough. It's mainly because, only after you lose consciousness, we can put you in the flower and take you away. So, can you bear with it a little longer? It feels like it should be enough soon."

"Boo hoo hoo, but the problem is, I can't faint!"

Explaining her situation, Feiliya's nose turned red, on the verge of tears:

"All my guards have been knocked down by you, my Cleaner responsible for protecting me has also been captured by you, and I have no ability to resist. Can't you just tie me up like ordinary kidnappers?"

Well... that might actually work?

After hearing the green-eyed girl's suggestion, Leon couldn't help but ponder its feasibility.

There was no oxygen in his Mirror Dog, and Ruben's Flower Fairy could only hold those who don't resist. Any sign of resistance, and they'd fall right out of the flower, so he insisted on knocking Feiliya out.

But if she was willing to cooperate and not resist, then putting her in the Flower Fairy wasn't necessary. At worst, they could just carry her. The only troublesome part was that her soul was full of defenses against him, ready to scream and draw enemies' attention at any moment...

Hmm, as for the screaming, there might be a solution.

After touching his cufflinks, Leon took out a small curled sheep's tail from the mirror world and handed it to the female reporter, then pointed at Feiliya:

"Nicole, put this on her butt."

Is this... the Secret Tail?

Surprised, the female reporter frowned at the abnormal object that originally belonged to her, then suddenly realized:

"You want to make it so she can't call for help?"

"Yes."

Leon nodded:

"We're short-handed right now and can't keep an eye on her, but if we put the Secret Tail on her, even if she runs into the street screaming, no one will notice.

Plus, whether it's you bearing the abnormal object's cost or me with the other sheep parts... um, I mean other components, we can immediately locate her position without having to constantly monitor her."

"Good idea!"

Giving Leon a thumbs-up, the female reporter, amidst Feiliya's look of despair, took the speechless Secret Tail and aimed it at her butt, while Leon extended his finger and lightly flicked the fishhook hanging from his lapel.

[Name: Resentment Hook (Control)]

[Appearance: A metal hook-shaped fishing tackle, with the rust-proof coating worn off from years of use, looking quite old, yet still very functional]

[Ability: Resistance Lock]

[Price: Cannot target any fish life form, and if touched by any fish life form, the user shall suffer the God of Fishing and Hunting's disdain]

[File: This is the relic of a fishing enthusiast who, after hooking the sacrificial fish of the God of Fishing and Hunting, was cursed. He couldn't catch any fish life forms in any pond under the God's control.

For fifty years, this fishing enthusiast traveled half the world trying to find a pond that could break the curse, but he was never successful until he died.

And his fishing gear, filled with resentment, became a miraculous abnormal object that could catch anything after meeting certain conditions, known as the legendary perfect tackle, with this 'Resentment Hook' being one of them.

Any existence with a Contamination Value lower than the user's, once hooked by the 'Resentment Hook,' will temporarily lose the ability to resist until being pulled by the 'Transcending Line' to the user's side, or falls into the 'Restricted Fishing Net']

[Evaluation: The angler never goes empty-handed, but unfortunately, what's caught isn't necessarily fish]

[Contamination Value: 6]

"Thud!"

Upon sensing the movement on the fishhook, an invisible fishing line that hadn't existed before suddenly materialized from the air, then pulled tight with a subtle vibration.

Then Leon felt his whole body freeze slightly, losing control over his body as if he were a fish being pulled out of water, experiencing an immense dragging force and being lifted off the ground uncontrollably.

And the world that was once clear before Leon's eyes turned into countless blurring images, retreating rapidly like the scene outside a high-speed train window until...

"Splash!"

An overwhelmingly fishy nylon fishing net suddenly came down, covering Leon's head, and his body that had lost control finally regained the ability to move.

"Shush!"

Suddenly, the net was lifted from his head, and standing before Leon with a pale complexion was a tall, lanky man holding a large suitcase and gazing expectantly.

"How did it go?"

Taking off the Restricted Fishing Net and tossing it to the female Cleaner beside him, the Scorpio Bureau Chief eagerly asked the pale-faced Leon before him:

"Was the plan successful? Did you catch Prince Andre?"

The plan wasn't very successful, and Prince Andre didn't appear, but a member of the royal family was captured as planned.

Nodding to the Scorpio Bureau Chief, Leon, who had been yanked by the fishing line across three entire blocks in an instant, and whose stomach was churning, smiled and opened his mouth.

"Considerably suc... gblug blug!"

Though protected by an abnormal object, Leon, having crossed kilometers in the blink of an eye, did not suffer physical harm. Yet the sense of imbalance from visually perceiving rapid forward movement that his body denied still caused severe dizziness and nausea.

When not speaking, he barely managed to hold it in, but as soon as he opened his mouth to answer, the contents relentlessly pushing into his throat burst forth uncontrollably.

The purplish-pink meat paste he had eaten in the car earlier, along with the mixed yellow and green vegetable puree, all combined with clear saliva and murky stomach acid, spewed out in a flood-like torrent from Leon's weird smile, washing towards the Scorpio Bureau Chief's head.

...

[The vomit spraying from your mouth inflicts an exceptionally large psychological shadow on a being with a Contamination Value above 60, successfully activating the special silver-level badge "Foul Mouth"]

[Foul Mouth: A kind word can warm a winter day; harsh words hurt like a chilly June cold, yet what comes from your mouth is ten times more chilling than harsh words]

[Wear effect: Hurtful language coming from your mouth will be especially painful, akin to being sprayed head-to-toe with vomit]

[Advanced route: None]

[Hidden trait (unneeded to wear): Clean-up Bureau Scorpio Sub-bureau Chief Edward has developed a massive psychological shadow towards you, and the possibility of him refusing joint actions with you will significantly increase]