Chapter 183: Commander, Take Her Down!

The girl lying before them was a beautiful young Nikke, her features sweet and delicate—long, thick, inky lashes framing bright eyes, crescent-shaped brows like distant hills, a refined, delicate nose, and lips tinged with a faint pink, as soft as cherry blossoms. Her petite, oval-shaped face with scattered bangs complemented her silky, waist-length hair, exuding a youthful charm unique to girls her age.

However, her absurdly full and perky chest stood out starkly against her youthful face, creating a jarring contrast.

Everyone gathered around curiously.

Mo Chen reached out, casually pinching the assassin's cheek.

Seeing this, Privaty's face turned bright red. She pointed at Mo Chen, stammering, "Y-You… what do you think you're doing?! In public… with everyone watching…"

Mo Chen raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed. "What are you imagining? Quit thinking about nonsense."

He withdrew his hand, rubbing his fingertips thoughtfully.

Makeup.

Without the cover of cosmetics, her skin was even fairer than before.

It really is her.

Back when Mo Chen was ambushed, someone had fired from a nearby building, sniping down several of the Nikkes attacking him. They had helped him.

Mo Chen had only managed to glimpse the shooter through the window. The distance and dim lighting had made it hard to see clearly, but he'd caught the silhouette—specifically the outline of her figure and… well, that unmistakable fullness. It matched her perfectly.

"Why do they keep targeting the Commander? It's not like he has any grudges with them," Anis said, scratching her head, utterly baffled. "Besides, they didn't seem that tough. It's like they walked right into a trap."

"Their firepower isn't all that impressive," Neon muttered as she squatted down, poking the assassin's ample chest with her finger. Glancing down at her own modest figure, her hands clenched into fists, face full of grief. "But damn… I didn't expect that to be such a lethal weapon."

Anis rolled her eyes, unable to hold back. "Yeah, sure, you should focus on firepower."

At that moment, Rapi approached Mo Chen, her voice lowered with concern. "Commander, what's going on?"

Sharp as ever, Rapi immediately sensed there was more beneath the surface.

Mo Chen quietly filled her in on everything—the ambush, the sniper's unexpected help, and the fact that this very Nikke had saved him before.

Rapi frowned in thought, then whispered, "Commander, should we take her back for interrogation? If we press hard enough, she might spill something useful."

"Interrogation?" Mo Chen blinked, surprised by Rapi's suggestion.

Rapi leaned in slightly, her tone firm. "I know you're kind-hearted and treat Nikkes well, Commander. But that's not a reason for them to act recklessly. If you can't bring yourself to be harsh, I'll do it for you."

Mo Chen was stunned.

No one had ever described him that way before.

Rapi's gaze darkened, like a deep, shadowed valley. "They're after you. We can't ignore that. Any potential threat should be eliminated at the source. But if the opportunity arises… Commander, you could take the initiative."

"Huh?"

"If she didn't attack the Commander alongside the other assassins, it means she's not a die-hard loyalist. She doesn't harbor deep hostility toward the Commander. If we can capture her, not only can we make her completely loyal, but we can also extract information from her, revealing the mastermind behind all this."

"Huh?"

Mo Chen stared at Rapi, dumbfounded.

Rapi didn't notice his expression, her crimson eyes flashing with a dangerous glint. Even her usually pleasant voice carried a hint of coldness.

"Since the enemy dared to strike, they must have some confidence, acting without fear. This failed attempt won't be their last—they'll try again. Rather than staying on constant alert, it's more reliable to take the initiative."

"As for this Nikke, if we can win her loyalty, we'll have a leverage point. Not only will she reform, but we can also use her to infiltrate their ranks and strike from within. The masterminds behind this would never expect to be betrayed by their own weapon."

Mo Chen was speechless.

He never expected the usually cool and composed Rapi to be this meticulous, let alone have such a ruthless side.

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Uh… Rapi."

"What?"

"You sounded really… manipulative just now."

"…"

Mo Chen glanced at the unconscious assassin Nikke, her perfectly sculpted figure impossible to ignore. He had to admit, Rapi's suggestion was pretty tempting.

But wasn't she overestimating his charm a little?

Mo Chen sighed helplessly.

He was naturally introverted and socially awkward. Asking him to seduce someone? That felt like an impossible task.

"Hey, hey! What exactly are you planning to do?"

Privaty, who had been standing off to the side, felt completely ignored and was starting to get annoyed.

"If there's nothing else, I'm taking her back for interrogation."

Mo Chen waved her off dismissively. "No need. You can head back. I'll handle this myself."

Privaty's face twisted with frustration.

"You called us here, and now you're just sending us away? What do you take us for? You think we're just your errand runners?"

At that moment, one of her subordinates leaned in and whispered, "Why don't we ask if we can stay and guard the place?"

"Guard the place?"

Privaty frowned, confused—until she followed her subordinate's gaze, realizing where she was looking. Her face immediately darkened.

"Seriously? Can't you have some self-respect? You just want to hang around here like some rent-a-cop?"

"What's wrong with that? Besides, if we go back, we'll just be stuck on regular patrol duty anyway. Might as well stay here—at least there's free fruit."

"You're staying for the fruit?!"

Privaty was so frustrated she wanted to beat someone.

At that moment, a Nikke with heavy dark circles under her eyes walked over to Privaty and said, "The mission's done. We can leave now. Ugh, just thinking about all the reports I still have to write gives me a headache. Good thing you're here."

It was Yulha, another member of the Triangle Squad.

Privaty hesitated, stammering, "Uh, well… I think we should stay a little longer."

Yulha looked puzzled. "Didn't you leave your mission report unfinished?"

Privaty turned her head away, clearly reluctant. "I can finish the report later. Even though we've caught the culprit, the victim mentioned there might be accomplices. To ensure the Commander's safety, maintaining security is absolutely necessary."

At first, Privaty sounded a bit guilty, but the more she spoke, the more confident she became. By the end, she was downright self-righteous.

"That's right—security is essential. It's our duty to protect Ark's hero!"

She was just performing her duties. It had nothing to do with wanting to sneak a few more glances at the Commander!

Totally not!