Then let the witch offer her loyalty

"No! Bro! Let me bet one more time! Just one last time! I'm begging you! Bro, please trust me just this once!!"

Zhou Haiwei struggled desperately, but with his body weakened by drinking, gambling, and whoring, how could he possibly outmaneuver the thugs who specialized in guarding the place?

He kicked his feet wildly on the ground like a chicken being held, even losing one of his shoes.

"I'll be back!"

His face was filled with resentment and frustration. Even before he was dragged out the door, he was still shouting at the top of his lungs.

"You just wait! I'll win them all!! I'll fucking win them all!!!"

The thugs dragged Zhou Haiwei outside and shoved him to the ground.

The cement floor was rough and hard, and Zhou Haiwei's knees were scraped raw. He tried to struggle to get up, but whether it was from gambling for so long and exhausting himself, or from losing all his money and making him weak-kneed, he couldn't stand up at all.

The thug sneered at him: "Stop yelling. Come back for revenge when you have the money."

After saying that, he slammed the iron gate shut with a loud bang.

Zhou Haiwei lay prone beside the stinking ditch, the night wind carrying the stench into his nostrils. The alley was dark, with only the dim yellow streetlights flickering weakly in the distance.

His hands trembled as he reached for the cigarette case in his pocket, only to find that he had already finished the last cigarette.

He came with 50 yuan in his pocket, but now he doesn't even have enough money to buy a pack of cigarettes.

"Thump! Thump! Thump..." Zhou Haiwei slammed his head against the wall, his face contorted in a grimace as he screamed in agony, "Win it back... I'll definitely win it back next time..."

"I need money... I need to make money... money... I absolutely have to make some money..."

Just as Zhou Haiwei was on the verge of collapse, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Zhou Yan..."

"This afternoon, I saw that Sun Kan's park had been sealed off, and the management bureau also notified me that Zhou Yan's containment level had been downgraded to 'general containment'."

"This guy was always causing trouble, so we were always under 'strict control and containment,' why the sudden downgrade..."

"Could it be that he/she has performed some meritorious service..."

"So, when she went to see Sun Kan and Liu Dashan, she was actually acting under orders from the Bureau to infiltrate the Witch Alliance?!"

"Holy crap, that thing that's been all over the news lately, the Wings of Freedom, could it be her doing it?!"

Zhou Haiwei suddenly realized that everything connected and made perfect sense.

A flame of hope ignited in his eyes, and he jumped up excitedly.

"Yes, that must be it! Zhou Yan must have done a great job as an undercover agent, which is why the containment level was suddenly lowered!"

"She helped the Bureau take down one of the Demon Alliance's oil tankers, and the Demon Alliance definitely wants to kill her now!"

"If I could find a way to get Zhou Yan out and hand him over to the Demon Alliance..."

This idea thrilled Zhou Haiwei, who couldn't help but dance with joy: "Yay! Great! The Demon Alliance will definitely give me a lot of money! Great, great, great!"

"What's making you so happy? Tell me about it." Just as Zhou Haiwei was getting excited, a hand landed on his shoulder from behind.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zhou Haiwei turned around in a daze.

"Brother Fan?"

Chu Fan was standing behind him, grinning at him.

"Fan, Brother Fan, what brings you here?"

Chu Fan didn't say anything, but just waved to the side.

Several figures emerged from the shadows, surrounding Zhou Haiwei from all sides.

Before Zhou Haiwei could react, everything went black and his head was covered by a cloth bag.

Immediately afterward, with a loud "thud," a heavy blow landed squarely on his head, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.

Chapter 189 Code Name: Scarlet Witch

dark...

Cold...

I could faintly hear the sound of the wind whistling past my ears, and the voices of someone I didn't know.

Zhou Haiwei opened his eyes groggily and found himself lying on a rooftop. The late autumn wind was blowing, bringing a chilling sensation to his body.

Several people were standing not far away, one of whom was Chu Fan, and the others appeared to be his subordinates.

There was also a strange figure among them, wearing a large hoodie and a clown mask, making it impossible to discern his true appearance.

This "clown" seemed to have a very high status. Even Chu Fan, a prominent figure in the border region, appeared very humble in his presence, behaving like a servant.

"Fan... Brother Fan?" Zhou Haiwei jumped, his voice trembling as he asked, "What, what's going on?"

He instinctively wanted to run towards Chu Fan, but soon some thugs pointed guns at him, which frightened him so much that he retreated repeatedly.

"Brother Fan, are you asking me to pay back the money? You said three days, but there's still one day left! I'm sure I can get the money, trust me! I know how to get the money!"

Chu Fan, his leg shaking, asked casually, "Really? What do we do?"

Zhou Haiwei quickly replied, "My son's name is Zhou Yan. She's a witch who was taken in by the Administration Bureau last year."

"This girl went crazy a while ago and actually became an undercover agent, helping the Bureau to take down the Demon Alliance. Now the Demon Alliance absolutely hates her and can't wait for her to die!"

“I can find a way to trick Zhou Yan out of the police station. I’m her father! I have the right to take her out for a meal or something. That’s a right the law gives me!”

"Once I get Zhou Yan out, I'll immediately find a way to contact the Demon Alliance and hand him over. They'll definitely give me a ton of money! More than enough to pay off your debt! Brother, trust me!"

"Oh, I see." Chu Fan suddenly looked at the clown beside him. "Ugly Bro, is there really any potential in this?"

The clown nodded: "There is such a rule. For underage witches under the jurisdiction of the General Administration, their guardians have the right to take them home for a week each month. This is one of the humane regulations of our Administration."

Zhou Haiwei, who had been grinning foolishly, was stunned when he heard the clown's words: "...We? What do you mean by 'our management bureau'?"

While Zhou Haiwei was in a daze, Chu Fan walked up to him, put a cigarette in his mouth, and even took out a lighter to light it for him, which was unprecedented for him.

"Oh! Brother Fan, Brother Fan, I can't accept this..." Zhou Haiwei immediately shrank his head, flattered and surprised.

Chu Fan said casually, "We've known each other for quite a while now, so lighting a cigarette is no big deal. You can have it."

Zhou Haiwei quickly bent over and used his hand to shield the lighter from the wind.

After lighting the cigarette, he took a deep drag and kept bowing and scraping to Chu Fan, saying, "Thank you, Brother Fan! Thank you, Brother Fan!"

Chu Fan took out a brand-new red cigarette case from his pocket and waved it at Zhou Haiwei: "Hua Zi, this is a pretty high-end cigarette. I bought it especially for you. I've done more than enough for you, haven't I?"

Zhou Haiwei chuckled, his head hunched over, "Brother Fan, this...you're making me a little nervous. What's going on today?"

Chu Fan patted his shoulder and said, "I have good news and bad news. I won't let you choose which one to hear first. I'll just tell you directly."

"The good news is that you don't need to find a way to make money anymore. I don't want you to pay back that 20."

Zhou Haiwei thought he had misheard, and was so shocked that he almost dropped the cigarette in his mouth: "Really...really?! Oh, Brother Fan, you're my real brother! No, you're my real father! I'll be your godson from now on!"

Chu Fan looked into his eyes, a cold smile appearing on his face: "The bad news is, the money can be left unpaid, but the debt cannot be left unresolved."

"You'll pay this debt with your life."

"Thump!" Before Zhou Haiwei could react, Chu Fan suddenly kicked him off the rooftop.

In a desperate situation, Zhou Haiwei displayed a strong will to survive. Before falling, he managed to grab the edge of the rooftop with his fingers and hung there suspended in mid-air.

He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Help! Help me!!! Brother Fan! Brother Fan! Let's talk this out, I'll give you anything you want! Don't kill me!!!"

Just as Chu Fan was about to step on those fingers, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

He immediately and tactfully stepped aside, giving up his seat.

Chen Moxin squatted down in front of Zhou Haiwei, looked at him through the clown mask, and said calmly, "Zhou Haiwei, I warned you, behave yourself and let your daughter go."

"You want to torment Zhou Yan to the point of exhaustion, but you refuse to die. This is putting me in a difficult position."

Zhou Haiwei's face was contorted with tears as he wailed, "I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"What do you want? Do you want custody of Zhou Yan? I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you, okay?!"

Chen Moxin shook her head: "You don't know you're wrong, you know you're going to die."

"You don't need to give up custody. Once you die, custody will naturally be ours."

After saying that, Chen Moxin ignored the scumbag and stood up, nodding at Chu Fan.

Chu Fan lit another cigarette and waved it at Zhou Haiwei: "Sending you off with a cigarette, is that a decent way to die? Huh? Scumbag?"

"Sizzle—" He poked the burning cigarette butt into Zhou Haiwei's finger, and the intense pain made him immediately pull it back.

"Waaah! Please let me go! I'll never do it again!!!"

Zhou Haiwei cried so hard that his voice became hoarse.

"Sizzle—" Chu Fan continued to burn off his second finger.

"Brother Fan! Please let me go! I'll be your slave for the rest of my life! Please, please let me go!"

"Sizzle—" The third finger was burned off, leaving only the last one.

Normally, without special training, a person cannot support their entire body weight with just one finger.

But faced with death, Zhou Haiwei desperately wanted to live, so he hooked a single finger onto the edge of the rooftop and hung there, swaying precariously without falling.

Overwhelmed by fear, Zhou Haiwei's mind completely collapsed.

He looked up and cried out in despair, calling out his daughter's name: "Zhou Yan... Zhou Yan!!!"

"Zhou Yan, where are you? Save Daddy! Save Daddy!!!"

"Sizzle—" Chu Fan, like a cold-blooded Grim Reaper, burned off the last finger.

"Ah!!!" With a heart-wrenching scream, Zhou Haiwei fell from the 12th floor like a kite with a broken string.

"Thump!" His body crashed heavily to the ground, his scream abruptly cut off, and he lay dead in the street.

Chu Fan snorted coldly, walked up to Chen Moxin, nodded and said, "Brother Chou, I will handle the scene and the body. I will make it look like he jumped off the building himself."

"Don't worry about the Public Security Bureau. I've taken care of everything. There are plenty of scoundrels like Zhou Haiwei everywhere. Even if he died right in front of the Public Security Bureau, they wouldn't even give him a second glance."

Chen Moxin didn't say much, but patted Chu Fan's shoulder meaningfully.

He turned around, walked around the pillar on the rooftop, and came to the other side.

A petite figure was slumped against the wall, hugging herself tightly, her face buried in her knees, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably, like a homeless puppy.

It was none other than Zhou Yan.

She was there just now, hiding behind the pillar, and heard everything that was said and experienced the whole thing.

"Woo...Woo..."

Zhou Yan was crying so hard she couldn't breathe. It was a cry of utter collapse, as if her whole body was being torn apart, and even her breathing was trembling.

Chen Moxin squatted down in front of Zhou Yan and wiped away her tears, but she couldn't stop them.

“I already told you, you should stay in the bureau, I'll handle Zhou Haiwei’s matter. You insisted on coming along.”

Zhou Yan looked up and cried, her throat filled with suppressed and broken sobs, as if she were swallowing pieces of broken glass.

Perhaps it was because she heard that Zhou Haiwei was plotting against her that this beast was willing to push his own daughter into the clutches of the Demon Alliance for a little money, hoping to kill her. This broke Zhou Yan's heart.

Or perhaps, no matter how much Zhou Haiwei abused and hurt her, deep in this little girl's heart, even such a vicious scumbag was still her father, and the separation from her loved ones by death was heartbreaking.

Zhou Yan's eyes were swollen from crying, tears streaming down her face. Her lips trembled as she sobbed, "I have no home anymore... no home..."

Chen Moxin reached out and picked up the little girl, pressing her face against her tear-streaked cheeks and gently stroking her head.

"Don't be afraid." His voice was like a gentle breeze, conveying the utmost tenderness. "From now on, I am your home."

...

[Containment ID: SWAB-097]

[Target Codename: Scarlet Witch]

[Containment Level: Strict Control Containment (Former), General Control Containment (Current)]

[Past Retrospect]

The detainees were born in the outskirts of the Twin Cities and had never received any formal education. From a young age, they mingled on the streets, moving between various violent groups, and engaging in crimes such as extortion, theft, and smuggling for criminals in exchange for living expenses.

The detainee had taken the blame for others several times and was arrested by the Border Security Bureau, but because of his status as a child, his detention time was very short and he was not given any substantial punishment.