My profession is too unique.

Chapter 39 Bullying others with power
Jiang He's reputation wasn't limited to Nanfeng Academy; it was widely discussed among the upper echelons of Nanfeng City as a topic of conversation.

Fatty Sun never expected that this guy in front of him would have such a legendary life story.

“However, he is still a second-tier professional. If you mess with him a little, it shouldn’t be a big problem…” he reminded him. “Brother, you can’t really do anything to him, or it will be very troublesome. His identity as a member of the research department is also a protective charm.”

"Okay, I'll do as you say, brother." Su Chen readily agreed.

If we can get Qi Chuan to talk, things will be much simpler.

Seeing that he wasn't insistent, Fatty Sun breathed a sigh of relief. "Hmm... go with your new colleagues. They should be back by now. They've won a collective honor, so they should celebrate."

"I'll secretly follow him since he just advanced to the second tier of professional, just to avoid any accidents," Fatty Sun said casually.

Fatty Sun led him downstairs to the guard hall, which had three floors hollowed out. It was very spacious and filled with guards who had finished their patrols or were preparing to go out on patrols. Their voices were low and noisy.

In lounge number 0512, Fatty Sun pushed open the door and entered, causing the excited chatter to pause as several pairs of eyes turned to look at him.

"Section Chief Sun..." A man stood up, his upper body bare, covered in scars, and with a buzz cut.

"Old Zhao, this is your new team member, Su Chen. Let's get to know each other." Fatty Sun stepped aside, revealing Su Chen.

"Su Chen, this is Zhao Xiong, your patrol captain."

Zhao Xiong's eyes looked strangely at the other six people, who also frequently glanced at him.

The arrival of the second-generation leader was announced yesterday, and everyone was initially complaining that there was another freeloader.

As a result, this morning I was inexplicably given a message to raid a black market den, and then inexplicably I received a collective third-class merit.

Some of the smart ones quickly realized that this was tailor-made for that second-generation rich kid.

When good things happen unexpectedly, the resentment in one's heart naturally disappears, and one is even quite grateful.

"Zhao Xiong, come with me for a second." Fatty Sun called Zhao Xiong away.

Su Chen stayed behind to greet his teammates, four men and two women. Apart from Zhou Xiong, who was a professional, the others were not, but they were not ordinary people either.

"Lily, didn't you say you'd repay my kindness with your body?" someone teased, looking at the woman in the crop top. She had a bronze complexion, and her muscles were well-proportioned from years of rigorous training. Her short hair reached her shoulders, and she was quite pretty and had a heroic air about her.

"Handsome, interested?" She wasn't intimidated and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Alright, stop chatting." Zhao Xiong walked back and said in a deep voice, "We'll have to work overtime temporarily. Change into your gear and we'll assemble in five minutes."

Everyone was surprised, and several gazes turned to Su Chen, realizing that it might be related to him.

But he didn't say much, reopened the cabinet, and took out the equipment.

"Su Chen, your combat uniform hasn't arrived yet, so don't wear it today," Zhao Xiong said.

The group was well-trained and changed into their uniforms in four minutes. They then boarded the patrol car and headed towards their destination.

"Captain, what's the mission?" a scarred man asked, approaching him.

He had already introduced himself, so Su Chen knew his name was Han Da.

"We've received information that there might be a location harboring contraband." Zhao Xiong said, looking ahead.

"Oh." Han Da shrank back thoughtfully.

Su Chen looked at the gradually dimming light outside the window. He hadn't expected the victim to be a second-tier professional, but he didn't know what level of professional he was.

About half an hour later, they finally arrived at their destination, a high-end apartment. With their clothes on, they went straight to the sixteenth floor.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
"Inspector General?" Qi Chuan opened the door and saw Zhao Xiong and the others through the peephole, seemingly puzzled.

But upon opening the door, he saw Su Chen standing to one side, and his expression immediately changed slightly. "Su Chen? It's you!"

Su Chen responded with a smile. "Mr. Qi Chuan, we received intelligence that you may be harboring contraband here, and we have been ordered to investigate." Zhao Xiong said meticulously.

"Contraband?" Qi Chuan's face turned cold as he stared intently at Su Chen.

"Get out of the way!" Han Da rudely tried to force his way in, shoving Qi Chuan, but stumbled backward.

"You're going to resist!?" Han Da's face turned grim.

"Get out of the way," Zhao Xiong said seriously.

Su Chen glanced at Fatty Sun, who was looming at the end of the corridor.

Qi Chuan's face was grim. He never expected that a lowly refugee could now use his power to intimidate others.

He knew why the other party had come and what would happen next, but there was nothing he could do but helplessly turn away.

"Lily's living room, Handa's bedroom..." Zhao Xiong quickly gave the order, and everyone scattered. He himself stood in the living room, staring at Qi Chuan.

"Tsk..." Su Chen looked around the room. It wasn't small, but it was very tidy, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the night view.

More importantly, his wedding photo with Jiang He is still hanging on the wall.

"You and Teacher Jiang really have a deep bond." Su Chen sighed, standing in front of the wedding photo and stroking "Jiang He".

Zhao Xiong's lips twitched. Touching someone else's wife's photo in someone else's home... that's just too much...

Qi Chuan's facial muscles twitched, but his face remained expressionless.

Su Chen lowered his hand from the photo, his tone filled with emotion and longing: "Your wife, she's so beautiful..."

Qi Chuan's pupils suddenly shot out flames, and the room temperature instantly rose!
Zhao Xiong's muscles tensed, while Lily, who was pretending to rummage through something next to him, stared wide-eyed.

But it was only for a moment before Qi Chuan composed himself and became expressionless again.

Because Fatty Sun had already appeared at the door, his seemingly fat body exuded a terrifying aura, and the murderous intent in his beady eyes made Qi Chuan's heart tremble.

"He's really good at enduring things..." Su Chen regrets that his current identity is different. If Qi Chuan really wants to take action, it would be an attack on the surveillance guard, which would be a different matter altogether.

Fatty Sun is willing to kill the other party on the spot.

"Captain, we found it." Han Da came out of the bedroom, holding a small glass bottle containing a beautiful pink flower.

“Poppy pollen, a hallucinogen, a Class A prohibited substance. Please come with us.” Zhao Xiong said in a deep voice.

Qi Chuan seemed to have expected this, and simply sneered before extending his hand in cooperation.

The electromagnetic shackles were locked, and the group returned to the supervisory department, where they threw him into a temporary supervisory chamber.

“…Hmm, he’s a Tier 2 Intermediate Profession—Fire Refiner…” Zhao Xiong looked at Qi Chuan, who remained silent, through the glass, then looked down at the test data: “Profession development progress is probably less than 5%…”

“Su Chen, lock him up for a maximum of seven days.” Zhao Xiong looked at the young man to the side.

"I understand." Su Chen nodded. "Can he continue to go hungry?"

“We need to provide him with food, but he’s a professional with high nutritional needs, so we can only provide him with low-nutrient meals, which is almost the same as starving him,” Zhao Xiong said.

"Let's arrange it this way." Su Chen left these words behind, then turned and left, deciding to come back and ask questions in a few days.

"Captain, what's this kid up to? He's not really hurting anyone much." Han Da leaned over and said slyly, "Want to add some spice?"

"Do as he says, don't act on your own," Zhao Xiong scolded.

Han Da nodded awkwardly.

(End of this chapter)