The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Probably Can’t Keep Them

The police officer standing behind Tao Ti: “…”

He had come to inquire about the notes, but at this moment his footsteps halted, his expression extremely embarrassed, wishing he could just disappear on the spot.

But it was too late; Tao Ti turned around and saw him, looking extremely frightened, her little cheeks turning pale.

She had intended to open her pocket to show Grandpa Fensi, but the police officer startled her so much that in her flurry, she wasn’t careful enough. The motion on her pocket was too forceful, and a Shariputra got squeezed out from her pocket.

It rolled round and round on the ground, stopping by the feet of police officer B.

The air fell silent.

Under everyone’s gaze, police officer B slowly took off his glasses, muttering to himself, “My glasses are the wrong prescription; I need to get a new pair made.”

He skillfully sidestepped the Shariputra on the ground, picked up his walkie-talkie, and pretended to converse with an imagined person on the other side: “I’ve got too much earwax; I need to find a Yangzhou craftsman to clean my ears in a few days, I’ve been hard of hearing lately, speak up, please.”

“Ah? What did you say, the signal is bad, hold on a moment!”

He walked faster and faster, gradually disappearing from everyone’s view.

Tao Ti blinked, scampering over to pick up the Shariputra from the ground, wiped it clean, and tucked it back into her pocket, patting it, “Don’t you run out again.”

Qin Xin was shocked by the police officer’s smooth moves, fooling a child? Oh, right, that’s exactly what he was doing, fooling a child.

Tao Mo asked in confusion, “Is that a Shariputra?”

Her face flushed, Tao Ti ran back and stood by Tao Mo, “You need to look quickly, before the police catch on!”

She looked surreptitiously in every direction, worried another police officer might suddenly appear; next time she might not be so lucky to encounter a police uncle with poor eyesight and hearing.

Tao Mo nodded gravely, taking the small red transparent Shariputra, having seen one before, he quickly identified it as a genuine Shariputra.

“Where did this come from?”

“It’s my spoils of war! That big baddie threw it at me, and I picked it up.”

“Is that mark on your forehead from him throwing it?” Qin Xin stepped forward and asked.

Tao Ti nodded, waving her hand, “It doesn’t hurt anymore!”

She looked around sneakily once more, and seeing no one was approaching, took out all the Shariputras from her pocket. Her small hands struggled to hold them, and it was Tao Mo who helped her catch them all.

“Look, how beautiful, they’re all different colors!”

Xiao Tao Ti boastfully showcased her spoils of war, only to see the two people in front of her become more serious.

Qin Xin said gravely, “Three years ago, that world-class auction had an accident, the Rainbow Monk’s Relic was stolen.”

Tao Mo followed up, “With a sale price of seventy million US dollars.”

“Did the old man also attend that auction?” Qin Xin asked.

Tao Mo nodded, “He did, didn’t buy much, just looked around.”

Qin Xin’s gaze fell on the Lion’s Head Cane, vaguely remembering he had seen it before, and now it came back to him, it was indeed at that auction.

“The hidden Sword in the Lion’s Head Cane, with a sale price of twenty million; the old man’s generous gesture, and that was just him looking around. If the old man was truly shopping, I’m afraid it would cost a lot,” he reflected.

“This is one of my hobbies.” Tao Mo felt proud inside, yet maintained a calm and detached demeanor like an enlightened sage.

“Sister, I’m afraid we can’t keep this,” Qin Xin sighed, unavoidably delivering the harsh truth to Little Taotie.

Given the value of this thing, it couldn’t just be brushed off as if it didn’t exist.