Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 93.9. A Lucky Victory
The full name of the ISAB Executive Bureau is the National Security and Special Operations Countermeasures Executive Bureau.

It was founded 27 years ago, shortly after the political system in Country A was reformed from a monarchy to a republic. At that time, the country had experienced several wars, large and small. The Executive Bureau had also evolved from initially training individual soldiers on a personalized basis to now conducting specialized training under an iron-fisted system. Each level required genuine strength to earn its own "color" badge.

Lor Lozoren is one of the best among them.

According to incomplete statistics, the ISAB Executive Bureau receives 21000 new agents each year, but only 400 become "Golden Flowers," not to mention the "Black Flower" rating, which requires years of hard work and a legendary resume.

They were also selected from among the Golden Flower contestants.

The Golden Flower Commissioner, in a sense, is already the pyramid of the Executive Bureau Commissioner system.

……

—Espionage Department. Indoor Training Room—

The focus shifts back.

"In this sparring match, I will only attack your upper body. You can block or dodge. If I don't defeat you after five moves, then you win."

Lor spoke gracefully, pulling on the white agent finger cot, and reiterated the rules, without even mentioning that he had been defeated—because that was unlikely.

At the same time, he was also lenient and did not say that it would end after one punch, but only when the opponent was knocked down or voluntarily admitted defeat.

This was Lor's little scheme. How could he possibly feel proud if it ended with just one punch?

Regardless of winning or losing, Lor only needs to embarrass him.

That was his goal; victory was secondary.

"...Okay, okay..."

The black-haired youth standing opposite him looked somewhat helpless. He had already let go of the bandage wrapped around his hand and was silently moving his left wrist as he looked at Lor.

(Note: The boxing bandages were also wrapped thickly around the forearm several times.)
The last time He Ye was physically active was two months ago at the Baplo Company. He Ye hadn't had a "formal" fight with a person in a long time. Although the past few years hadn't made him forget his past skills, he was still somewhat rusty.

Then I thought about the current situation, where an ordinary police officer from the Public Security Bureau was facing off against Special Agent Jin Hua.

As expected, we still have to loosen the monetary policy.

But I don't want to lose either.

"Then if I'm ready, I'll get ready to go."

Lor spoke with a smile, displaying his gentlemanly style with composure and confidence. However, his eyes darted to Lorris, who stood beside him with her arms crossed.

Sure enough, the other person looked at them with a worried expression.

This was exactly what he wanted.

Lor could already imagine the young police officer's pathetic state. He could only blame himself for not having the strength to stand up for the person he liked, which was bound to make him look pathetic.

"Please show mercy."

The black-haired youth seemed not to be in the zone yet, casually patting the back of his neck with his left hand. His casual clothes made him look like he had no fighting skills, and his eyes also gave off a "weak" feeling.

Seeing this, Lor realized that this was just an amateur. Although he felt a bit bullied, he had seen the little lion's shyness towards him before, which made it hard not to be jealous.

And so—the contest began!
Lor Lozoren launched himself like a cheetah! His footwork was lightning fast! His approaching attack was elegant and aggressive, full of the beauty of power and speed.

On the other hand, the black-haired youth,

He instinctively stepped back, a normal reaction to fear, and his movement appeared very hasty.

A moment later, came the first punch to the face.

Lor threw a swift and powerful right straight punch straight at the black-haired youth's face—the so-called upper body seems to include the face, an unwritten rule—his punch was precise and extremely fast, accompanied by a whooshing sound.

This was just a test, to see his actual skill level.

After all, getting injured and making a fool of oneself are two different things, and Lor needs to find the right balance.

Only at the very last moment did the black-haired youth turn his head sharply in a panic, truly resembling an amateur.

The wind from Lor's straight punch grazed past his ear, ruffling a few stray black hairs; he himself seemed to lose his balance from the violent dodge and staggered back several steps.

"Eh eh eh eh!..."

Lor: ?
"Phew...that was fast, it scared me to death."

A moment later, the black-haired youth sighed with relief, as if he had escaped a disaster. He turned around, steadied himself, and luckily dodged the attack.

The distance created was no longer enough to land a second punch, and Lor had no intention of pursuing; this was merely a test.

Coincidence...

"The response has been good."

Lor turned around and offered a polite compliment, deciding to try a different approach.

He assumed a punching stance, ready to unleash his power.

He Ye: ...Do we really have to go this far?
However, this is currently Lor's perspective, so let's stick to referring to him as the black-haired youth.
Lor frowned slightly and pushed off the ground again.

His left hook followed closely, aiming for the black-haired youth's ribs.

This is the second punch.

The black-haired youth frantically tried to block downwards, his arm 'just in time' to block the punch.

"Crack!"

Lor's fist struck the arm muscle wrapped in thick bandages. The black-haired youth seemed to wince in pain, rubbing his arm as if he had been hit hard.

“…Ouch, ouch, ouch…” He raised his eyebrows.

But in reality, Lor felt as if he had struck tough old leather; his strength was subtly deflected.

Perhaps it was because of the thick bandages wrapped around it several times.

Commissioner Lor was getting impatient. He frowned and, without even saying hello, threw a faster right hook at the left side of the black-haired youth's head!

It can no longer be blocked.

The black-haired youth finally reacted, his body suddenly tumbling forward, almost dodging the punch at the last second!
Ok?
Commissioner Lorre's frown turned to suspicion. What was going on? Three punches in a row, and he had missed?

At this moment, the black-haired youth had already rolled to his feet. He patted the corner of his clothes with a sigh of relief and muttered to himself, seemingly explaining his doubts.

"Luckily, this floor is quite slippery. I tried to bend over but ended up falling forward..."

Lor: "..."

This exchange didn't seem like an exchange at all; it was more like a circus animal trainer in a top hat guiding a lion through a ring of fire—although the trainer looked weak, he was the one who was in charge of the process.

Is he strong?

No, he's not strong; he's just being blessed with good fortune.

As Lor thought to himself, a hint of annoyance and displeasure flashed in his eyes. He could tell that the other person seemed to have a strange kind of "luck" helping him.

"Now, the rules have changed slightly."

Lor Lozoren spoke calmly, adjusting the gloves on his fist as he glanced at Loris's slightly surprised expression—which he found insulting.

It's laughable that ISAB's top female agent couldn't even meet a low-ranking police officer, and it's unacceptable even if it's full of coincidences.

"Now there are no restrictions on the target area. You have two more hits left. I didn't expect the Security Division to have such a strong newcomer... Keep it up, I hope you can dodge the next two punches too."

Lor spoke eloquently, his gloves already tucked in. He Ye, standing opposite him, felt that this guy was a bit shameless. He hesitated, wanting to complain, but in the end, he just casually showed weakness again.

"Okay, okay... please go easy on me."

"of course."

Despite his words, Lor's eyes became even more serious. He then quickly stepped forward, feinting a low sweeping kick to attack the lower body.

As expected, the black-haired youth didn't see through the situation and jumped up to dodge. But the real killing move—Lor had already frozen in place and clenched his fist with only half his strength, but it was still a fierce uppercut!
It aimed straight at the opponent's jaw!

The speed, power, and timing of that punch were all perfectly executed!

The black-haired youth was suspended in mid-air, seemingly unable to escape.

however--

He pressed down, which, in Lor's eyes, was just a coincidence! His palm happened to touch Lor's wrist, not as a block, but more like a person who had lost their balance and subconsciously sought a point of support.

But this slight touch caused Lor's fist to deviate by a hair's breadth, barely grazing the black-haired youth's chin.

The black-haired youth landed with a sigh of relief, lightly rubbing his chin where he hadn't been hit, and said with a hint of helplessness:

"...Commissioner Jin Hua is indeed too powerful; I didn't even see that punch clearly."

Lor was somewhat bewildered and incredulous. But this bewilderment quickly turned into anger.

Damn it!

Lor Lozoren missed or had his punches neutralized four times in a row, and he was losing face, clenching his fists in embarrassment.

Arrogant and extremely confident, he had never imagined such a process—it was as if the laughter of clowns was already surrounding him, mocking his hard training and his beliefs.

He decided to end this farce.

With a powerful punch incorporating feints—a move he devised himself—he demonstrated a routine that the ISAB executive bureau's training specialists had a set of rules for, and what he had just shown was simply the routine he had learned.

He first feinted to the left with his shoulder, then unleashed a full-force right punch towards the center of the black-haired youth's chest! The punch was powerful and heavy; he was determined to win!
Frustration, anger, and the urge to prove myself surged up one after another, turning into a long sigh.

"call……"

Commissioner Lor adjusted his breathing.

Then it moved without warning.

His eyes held genuine seriousness, along with a hint of anger.

Fortunately, the black-haired youth had been watching him the whole time and reacted as soon as he moved.

It's still the same move.

First, he feinted to the left shoulder, then his right fist slammed into the center of the black-haired youth's chest with all his might!
One is fake, the other is real!
The black-haired youth seemed to have been completely fooled by the feint, which made Lor even more convinced that he was just lucky, rather than a so-called fighting expert!

He dodged to the right, about to be struck solidly, but just before the fist hit his body—

Perhaps because he was too impatient, Lor's movements were even distorted, and he was unable to throw a punch with the same spirit as usual!

Immediately afterwards, his fist was barely blocked by the combined force of his two arms; it was a weak defense.

However, the other person's shoe 'accidentally' and very precisely hooked the back of Lor's ankle as he exerted force.

He failed to notice.
But it has already taken a different turn.

All of this happened in an instant, and it looked like Lor's embarrassing mistake.

The point of leverage in his legs was subtly disrupted, and a force propelling him forward was cleverly guided and amplified—then the black-haired youth dodged to the side, leaving him without any point of support and causing him to completely lose his balance.

Lor lunged forward in a magnificent display.

He fell to the floor with a "thud".

"Boom."

"?..."

Before he could even come to his senses, Lor's mind was filled with questions: What was going on? — The next second, shame and confusion overwhelmed him, but what was going on was still echoing in his mind.

A mistake? My own mistake?
He understood that his haste had caused his movements to become distorted, and he was aware of that flaw.

But I lost?

He even fell down in a sorry state?
The training hall fell silent instantly.

The two Silver Flower agents, who were still muttering something, and Loris blinked in disbelief.

Although it seems to be entirely due to the black-haired youth's luck combined with Lor's own mistakes and underestimation of his opponent.

Judging from the results, it was a resounding victory for him.

And then,
The black-haired youth walked over with a sigh of relief, reaching out to look at Lor sitting on the ground. His face still showed the feeling of 'flustered response' and 'lucky victory'. Throughout the entire sparring match, he was forced to take hits and dodge left and right.

"Thank you for going easy on me, Commissioner Lor. I never imagined I'd have to deal with someone like you one day..."

He smiled brightly, seemingly offering a way out.

"..."

Lor stood up with an uncertain expression. Although he had indeed held back throughout, he had put his last punch into real force. He had just made a mistake due to being too hasty. After carefully recalling the whole process, he still did not think that this person had any strength. He was just too lucky.

"It's nothing... Just keep working hard."

In the end, Lorlozoren could only swallow his pride and say those words, his eyes filled with gloom.

He turned and walked away.

But a few seconds later,

Lor couldn't help but turn around and ask the most important question.

"Hey, what's your name? You're a police officer from the Public Security Bureau."

The black-haired youth had returned to Loris's side and was chatting with her when he turned around and was startled by what he had just said.

Obviously, it's not a good time to announce your name.

but…

“Hmm… Officer Leon from the Fourth Squad of the Public Security Division, I’m glad you’re interested in me.”

He Ye calmly told him his name. He knew the other party could easily find out anyway, especially since he was standing next to Loris—the commissioner had provoked him first, and he hadn't even reciprocated yet; the fall was He Ye's fault, not his good friend Loris's.

So now, after He Ye finished speaking, he spread his hand towards Loris next to him:
"I forgot to introduce you, this is my former boss. To be honest, I couldn't beat her, so I didn't expect to be lucky today. Thank you again for letting me off the hook..."

As soon as the words were spoken, Lor's face turned serious despite being a compliment; Lolis, standing next to him, even smiled, a rare sight, and nudged He Ye with her elbow.

This was clearly a message to him to quit while he was ahead.

“Your reaction to dodging was pretty quick,” Loris said. “I never expected it to turn out this way.”

"Luckily, luckily, this is all thanks to your sparring partner... just like now."

"Ok?"

Before Lolis could react, He Ye subtly created some distance between them—her elbow could no longer touch He Ye's waist—and only then did she realize what he meant.

Thinking back, he always dodged very quickly whenever I tried to touch him inappropriately, which was quite embarrassing.

"Hey, it's not like I've been bullying you all along."

"No way, sir..."

Lor could no longer look in that direction. His fingers trembled as he sat on the bench, seemingly questioning his existence but not knowing what to question, utterly depressed.

Just at this time,

Officer David, who had left, had already led a group of people over to the training room. Among them was even the deputy head of the intelligence department, whose rank was clearly that of a lieutenant colonel.

There were about six or seven people in total; they came to stop the commotion.

But when Officer David entered the training room, he found the commotion had already ended and no one was injured.

And the ending—

"Uh, your sparring session with Commissioner Lor?"

Officer David asked, gesturing stiffly, drawing the attention of several people behind him and those around him. Clearly, this was the most authoritative answer he could give.

He Ye thought for a moment, then looked at the brown-haired commissioner over there, who was clearly full of vigor but whose curly hair was all drooping. To avoid getting into more trouble, he simply shrugged and said:
"I lost. That commissioner wasn't taking it seriously, so I wasn't hurt. Thank you for your concern."

"That's it..."

Upon hearing this answer, the people who had come with them breathed a sigh of relief. The deputy head of the intelligence department was even more relieved. It was better to leave the trouble caused by the executive bureau to the intelligence department. If they caused problems for the public security department, it would be difficult to handle.

However, judging from the current outcome, this matter can be considered as if nothing happened, thankfully.

"Okay, everyone, let's all disperse. It's almost nine o'clock and we're about to start work, so don't crowd around here," the deputy section chief said after coughing twice.

"Yes, sir!" The police officers who had been watching the commotion dispersed.

Inside the training room

Commissioner Lor had thought he would lose face, and was already bowing his head with a slightly bitter expression, his confidence shattered. But when he heard He Ye's declaration of surrender, he realized that he had not encountered any bad news.

Although it was inevitable that a few people would see him, at least that black-haired youth...

"Ah, an interesting officer..."

"Leon, huh?"

He raised his head, which had been hanging down, and found that Loris and Heye had already left the training room.

(End of this chapter)