If you were made a mascot, you would become a legend in the police force.

The lackey's hand didn't even touch a single hair on the steamed bun.

The temperature in the dormitory plummeted instantly. The air conditioner, which had been set at 18 degrees Celsius, suddenly developed a thick layer of ice, and the fan stopped working altogether.

The steamed bun's icy blue beast eyes narrowed slightly. It didn't even bother to dodge, opening its blood-red maw and unleashing a blast of frigid breath directly into the creature's face.

"Get out of the way!" His companion, seeing the situation was getting out of hand, suddenly grabbed him.

But it was still a beat too late. The icy white mist grazed the man's right arm.

"Snap!"

Before he could even cry out in pain, the superhuman's entire right arm turned into an ice pop on the spot, with thick layers of ice still pouring down his shoulder.

"Ah—!" The man screamed in agony, clutching his arm, his face contorted in pain. This coldness was incredibly eerie, it felt like needles were being stabbed into his very bones.

His companion panicked, rubbed his hands together, and spat out two fireballs from his palms, trying to melt the ice. But his small C-rank flames were like trying to heat a glacier with a lighter in front of the SSS-rank divine beast's Absolute Ice Cover; they sputtered and went out on the spot.

Mantou strolled out of the dormitory with elegant steps, each paw landing causing an ice lotus to bloom on the concrete. It squatted down in the yard, its enormous head held high, and the aura of an SSS-level divine beast instantly filled the entire area.

The air in the courtyard felt as if it had been sucked out. Several young police officers were so cold that their teeth chattered wildly, and they instinctively shrank back.

Zhang Jianye's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He had guessed that the white mastiff was fierce, but he hadn't expected it to wipe out his elite men in a single exchange.

"You beast! You don't know what's good for you!" Zhang Jianye cursed angrily, pulling out a futuristic-looking pistol from his waist, the dark muzzle pointing directly at the steamed bun.

This is a special psionic jamming gun supplied by Bureau 749, a powerful weapon specifically designed to control high-level mutated creatures.

Upon seeing this, Lin Wan's temper instantly flared up.

Without a second's hesitation, she drew her sidearm from her waist, stepped forward, and cocked it with a "click." The cold barrel pressed directly against Zhang Jianye's slicked-back hair.

"Director Zhang, put down that piece of junk! This is the Taiping Town Police Station, not your place to act like a big shot!"

Zhang Jianye froze completely. He never dreamed that a lowly policewoman would dare to point a gun at him, a powerful department head.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Zhang Jianye gritted his teeth. "Do you even know what you're doing? This is violent resistance to law enforcement! Can you bear the consequences of being labeled?!"

"I don't care what kind of hat you're talking about!" Lin Wan retorted, her finger pressed firmly on the trigger. "All I know is that Mantou is my precious darling! If anyone dares to touch a single hair on his head today, I'll crack their skull open!"

Chen Jianguo wasn't idle either. He led all the officers on duty to surround the area in a flash. Although not all of them drew their guns, they had a firm grip on the "if you dare touch a family member of our bureau, we'll kill you" mentality.

Zhang Jianye laughed in exasperation: "Good! Very good! Chen Jianguo, you've really done a great job leading this team! It seems your municipal bureau is determined to rebel today!"

The remaining superhumans behind him assumed attack stances, their superhuman abilities pulsating wildly in their palms.

The two sides were on the verge of a fierce battle.

At this critical juncture where a conflict could erupt at any moment.

A long, drawn-out yawn slowly drifted out from the dilapidated dormitory entrance in the backyard.

"Ah—woo—"

Immediately afterwards, a round, black-and-white mountain of flesh, with its pigeon-toed gait and an air of utter indifference, swayed and waddled out.

As Li Tuantuan walked, he scratched his itchy belly with his thick bear paws. Around his neck, he even had the pink bear apron that Lin Wan had insisted on putting on him the night before, making for a truly cringe-worthy sight.

But his signature dark circles were now filled with a strong sense of morning grumpiness and an uncontrollable temper.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue: Noisy! Is this a market or a funeral? There are two things I hate most in my life: having my food bowl taken away and being disturbed while I'm sleeping!]

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue: Today I'll see which blind fool dares to come to my territory and steal my dog!]

He walked up to the steamed bun and slapped it hard on the forehead without any hesitation.

The once ferocious King of the Icefield instantly cowered. Not only did it obediently withdraw its icy aura, but it also let out a pitiful "woof," looking exactly like a silly dog ​​that had gotten into trouble outside and was getting a scolding from its parents.

Li Tuantuan glanced at the unfortunate fellow frozen into an ice sculpture beside her, then looked at Zhang Jianye, who had a gun pointed at his head by Lin Wan. He grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming fangs.

The burly man opposite him who wasn't frozen was a C-level strength-type ability user. He was filled with disdain when he saw that this fat panda was not only unafraid of strangers but also swaggered out to get in his way.

"Get out of here! This is none of your business, you beast!" the burly man roared.

Relying on his superhuman strength—enough to lift a small car with his bare hands—he strode forward, reaching out to shove Li Tuantuan aside. In his limited understanding, a wild giant panda weighed at most 300 pounds; he could easily shove it away with a single slap.

The large, fan-shaped hand slammed down hard on Li Tuantuan's round shoulder with a whooshing sound.

result.

Li Tuantuan didn't even flinch; it was as if she had roots of iron growing on her feet.

The burly man was stunned. He felt as if his push hadn't landed on soft flesh at all, but rather slammed into a solid steel load-bearing wall. The immense recoil caused his wrist to crack with a loud "crack," and he felt excruciating pain; his bones almost broke on the spot.

Li Tuantuan lifted her eyelids and glanced at him with the look one would give someone an idiot.

[Li Tuantuan's inner monologue: Didn't you eat enough this morning? Why are you tickling me like this?]

Of course, to others, the panda simply snorted dismissively.

next second.

Li Tuantuan slowly raised her right forehand.

The movement looked effortless, like shooing away an annoying fly, and with a casual flick of the wrist, it delivered a solid blow to the burly man's chest.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

This muscular man, who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed over 200 kilograms, didn't even have time to say his last words before he was hit head-on by a fully loaded high-speed train.

His feet left the ground, his body arcing through the air in a beautiful parabolic arc, flying more than ten meters away.

"Whoosh—"

He scaled the high wall of the police station, and with a "thud," he ended up hanging precariously from the branch of the crooked old locust tree outside the courtyard, his eyes rolling back in his head, and he was instantly dead.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was stunned, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Zhang Jianye's hand, which was holding the jamming gun, began to tremble uncontrollably.

This thing calls itself a panda?! Wearing a pink bear apron, it slapped a C-level strength-type ability user like a ball, sending them flying dozens of meters?!

This pure physical destructive power has definitely reached the threshold of an S-class mutated behemoth!

We've really messed with the ancestors!