Regarding the matter of awakening lightning abilities after transformation

Above that were long, slender, white legs, unadorned by stockings, gleaming like jade in the moonlight.

Ignoring the man crawling on the ground, Su Wanxi walked to the end of the alley and carefully helped Gu Cheng up.

Are you injured?

"..." Gu Cheng slowly raised his head, his gaze towards Su Wanxi cold to the bone.

"...I'm fine." She coughed lightly a few times, and the sharpness in her eyes was replaced by tenderness.

Was that just...an illusion? With her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, Su Wanxi gently patted Gu Cheng's back, letting her rest her head on her shoulder.

"Uh...uh..." The man gasped for breath, struggling to prop himself up on his arms.

Fences, steel pipes, rubber gloves... all the objects he projected turned into points of light and vanished.

The projection manifests... It seems there's someone in the support team Mr. Song mentioned in the meeting.

"Still have the strength to stand up?" As soon as the words left his mouth, the man bent his knees and stood up in a contorted posture.

"Miss Su's abilities... are indeed impressive." The man swallowed hard, his words coming out haltingly.

"You know me?" The little princess of the Su family... Thinking of how he addressed her before, Su Wanxi frowned slightly, preparing to tighten the restraints.

"Stop, let me finish." As if realizing what the other person wanted to do, the man's voice was no longer as calm as before, but carried a hint of panic.

He struggled to pull a small black booklet from his dirty shirt pocket and threw it at the other person with all his might.

"This is my ID." Instead of a normal parabola, it was a straight line almost parallel to the ground. Su Wanxi stretched out her delicate white fingers and steadily held the ID.

The booklet cover features a giant dragon in gold foil, with intertwined clouds forming the dragon's body pattern.

"Drip..." Liquid dripped down, and all the dirt on the packaging shell fell to the ground. Flipping the screen, the first page showed an ID photo and related information.

Zhang Yizhe is a member of the Special Operations Team of the Hermit General Bureau, belonging to the Class A Special Operations Team.

"A-level special forces? They've become so weak that they're starting to accept B-level members?" A-level special forces are practically the pinnacle of awakened power in China. The vast majority of them are responsible for public security in the capital and core cities, with only a very small number occasionally accepting other missions.

When Su Wanxi left Beidu, the A-level special forces team was composed entirely of A-level awakened individuals. Although there were fewer than twenty people, each one was an elite... I never expected that the selection criteria would be so lenient over the years.

"...I am a B+ level Awakener, currently still a substitute." Feeling the gravity acting on his body gradually weaken, Zhang Yizhe wiped his sleeves, trying to dry the dirty water on the fabric.

“We met once in Beidu four years ago.” Comparing the photo with the real person, Su Wanxi seemed to remember something.

Zhang Yizhe...the Zhang family...they should have met before.

"I invited you to dance at Grandpa Su's birthday banquet."

Now Su Wanxi remembered completely: this guy was the landlord's silly son who loved to flirt with everyone he met.

"You're actually one of the support team members this time..." No wonder she felt like she'd heard that name somewhere before during the meeting, but she was too preoccupied to think about it at the time.

"...Is the Zhang family your only support?" Su Wanxi's lips parted slightly, her eyes growing increasingly hostile. Anyone who dared to bully her in Lanjiang... if Zhang Yizhe couldn't give a reason, he would immediately be sent to Lanjiang Central Hospital to lie in bed for two or three days.

"I acted in self-defense. If we're talking about bullying, it was Miss Gu who struck first..."

Su Wanxi's gaze gradually moved up from Gu Cheng's bruised knees, past her pale and dry lips, and finally settled on her clear, stubborn light brown eyes.

“I only look at the results,” she said.

Then why are you asking me? Faced with Su Wanxi's blatant favoritism, Zhang Yizhe's lips twitched involuntarily.

"It was indeed me who started it..." Gu Cheng's voice was barely audible. Su Wanxi turned her head, and their skin was almost touching.

"..." She didn't ask why, she just quietly looked at Gu Cheng, her cheeks feeling slightly itchy from the air he exhaled.

“There… there’s a corpse, he’s the murderer…” Su Wanxi looked back in the direction the finger was pointing, and at the same time activated her ability again to imprison Zhang Yizhe in place.

The black mist in the air had completely dissipated, leaving only the semi-oval transparent cocoon on the back of the man's head.

Signs of cocooning... It's halfway through... Su Wanxi calmly looked at the corpse and roughly guessed what had happened.

Initial life, negative emotions, misfortune... without any one of these elements, a rift cannot be generated.

Zhang Yizhe lured the source of the crack to the alley and ended the cocooning process by taking away his life.

Gu Cheng arrived shortly afterward and saw the body lying in a pool of blood. She mistook Zhang Yizhe, who was at the crime scene, for the murderer and confronted him.

This was an avoidable conflict... Gu Cheng isn't the impulsive type.

Based on this inference... it's likely that Zhang Yizhe wasn't speaking human language and was deliberately provoking them.

Su Wanxi stretched out her smooth arm and slowly aimed it at Zhang Yizhe.

"Considering the reception banquet tomorrow night, I won't send you to the hospital this time... If there's a next time, you can come in advance to reserve a bed." Under the moonlight, the girl in the white silk dress smiled slightly, her long hair fluttering in the wind like ink sprinkled in the air.

"Cough cough..." Zhang Yizhe's knee felt like it had hit steel. She controlled the force well, just enough to leave a bruise but not enough to fracture the bone.

"She bumped into it herself..." The injury was also on her right leg, and Ms. Su was extremely meticulous.

"Your knee hit the ground by itself, so don't blame me," Su Wanxi said, helping the girl walk out of the alley.

P.S. I'm going to take my JSP exam right after this chapter is posted...

Section 85, Chapter Eighty-Four: Pounce

The sound of sirens came from the end of the street. Su Wanxi helped Gu Cheng into the back seat and slowly closed the car door.

"Excuse me, who are you...?" a young policeman in a navy blue uniform asked her.

“Su Wanxi, your criminal investigation badge number is 042213. You didn’t bring your identification with you. You can report this directly to your superiors.” In her haste to come out, Su Wanxi had left her identification in her coat pocket, so this was the only explanation she could give.

The young police officer was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this explanation, and then began making phone calls to confirm.

"Report, there is a woman at the scene who claims to be a police officer. She says her badge number is..."

Su Wanxi buttoned up her suit jacket and leaned against the car door, waiting for a reply.

"Okay, okay... I understand."

"Hello, Officer Su, we've received a report..."

After briefly explaining the situation, the police began to handle the aftermath. Zhang Yizhe acted quickly, breaking free of the gravitational field and fleeing the alley.

Only a corpse and stinking garbage were left at the scene—the military dagger that killed the source of the rift was just a projection, and no matter how hard the police investigated, they would never be able to find the murder weapon.

......

Gu Cheng leaned against the soft cushions, quietly watching Su Wanxi talking to the police outside the car.

With her eyelashes fluttering slightly and her lips parted gently, she always exudes an elegant and composed aura.

"Is it pretty?" In a daze, Su Wanxi opened the car door and sat down next to Gu Cheng.

"Um...no..." Gu Cheng nodded and then shook her head, her cheeks flushing.

Su Wanxi looked at her intently, her deep black eyes filled with a complex and indescribable feeling.

What symptoms typically appear in cases of dissociative identity disorder? That cold gaze reminded her of a question Gu Cheng had once asked.

...After a while, she suddenly pressed herself against the girl's chest, her right hand on her shoulder, and her left hand hooking her calf and gently lifting her up.

"Huh?!" Losing her balance and feeling dizzy, Gu Cheng instinctively gasped.

The next second, Su Wanxi pressed her down on his body, the silk nightgown touching her skin with a smooth and tender feel.

This position made the originally spacious back seat extremely cramped, leaving Gu Cheng with only the other person's delicate features in her eyes.

Her thin lips were a moist, cherry-pink color, and her delicate, high-bridged nose was fair and smooth. Her eyebrows were long and slender, and her fluttering eyelashes were as thin as cicada wings.

Her eyes were deep and bright, like a starry night sky or a calm lake, in which a pretty face could be vaguely seen reflected.

Her long, smooth, black hair cascaded down Gu Cheng's neck. Because she had just taken a shower, Su Wanxi carried not only the fragrance of a virgin but also a faint scent of shower gel, which smelled very pleasant.

The atmosphere inside the car was so enchanting that Gu Cheng felt a little short of breath.

"What...are you doing..." she managed to squeeze out, her cheeks flushing red and her body burning.

She was only wearing a blue tank top and relatively loose athletic shorts. Su Wanxi's silk skirt was just past her knees, and with a slight tug, her fair and slender legs pressed against Gu Cheng's.

Without the barrier of clothing, the smooth, stimulating sensation becomes even more pronounced.

She...she...what are you doing...don't...

But...it's so soft...all the systems related to thinking crashed, Gu Cheng's whole body stiffened, and her remaining mental energy controlled her to prevent the current from surging out.

Just when she was about to give up, Su Wanxi extended her index finger and gently touched her shoulder.

Does it hurt?

"...Hmm?" Her dazed eyes refocused, and the girl let out a soft moan, almost biting her lip.

Su Wanxi's fingers were stained with a little blood, which reflected an eerie beauty under the light.

"Bleeding?" There was indeed a stinging pain in her shoulder. She had switched to using the back of the blade to parry in order to avoid slicing the blade, and the wound must have been from that time.

"...He got off too easily." If she had discovered it sooner, Zhang Yizhe wouldn't have been able to leave so easily. Su Wanxi spat softly, filled with regret.

Her weapon pouch remained in the driver's seat, and she leaned forward, her arm just reaching it.

"Thud..." The thin suit jacket she was wearing fell onto the cushion. Its purpose was just to temporarily cover herself up to prevent any accidental exposure. Su Wanxi had no intention of wearing it anymore and continued to rummage around on her own.

The white silk dress was already thin and light, and since it was a sleepwear style, her delicate collarbones and large areas of skin were exposed.

As the movements intensified, her ample bosom pressed against Gu Cheng's own, making it difficult for both of them to breathe.

"Don't..." Don't move... This feeling... After finishing playing the piano, Su Wanxi was preparing to sleep, so she wasn't wearing a bra at all.

Gu Cheng's fingers gripped the edge of the cushion, her lips slightly pursed, looking delicate and alluring.

Band-aids, safflower oil, Yunnan Baiyao aerosol... That not-so-large weapon bag was like Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket, and Su Xiaodingdang kept taking out bottles and jars without stopping.

Tearing open the packaging, she carefully applied the band-aid to the wound, leaving a chrome-yellow mark on the girl's milk-white skin.

"Luckily, the wound isn't deep." Su Wanxi muttered to herself as she unscrewed the cap of the safflower oil bottle.

Gu Cheng took the opportunity to sit up straight, but her ankle was grabbed by the other party.

"Relax..." Su Wanxi whispered, taking off Gu Cheng's sneakers and letting her slender feet, clad in white cotton socks, rest beside her legs.

"Don't move yet, let me apply the medicine for you." He pressed his hand against your calf, sliding his palm all the way up to your knee.

"We only have safflower oil here. Are you allergic?"