Superpowered Love Academy

Do you smoke?

His intention was to let the two of them calm down by having a cigarette, seeing how tense they were.

But in the eyes of the two girls, he became a ruthless gangster who had just wiped out a gang, threatening them with a cigarette.

Will I get beaten to death if I don't smoke?

Hesitation was evident in Cheng Xinling's eyes, while Zhang Jing's eyes were filled with fear.

Zuo Le realized he had scared the two girls, so he was about to laugh and withdraw his hand, but Cheng Xinling actually took the cigarette pack and lit one for herself.

"Cough cough cough..."

The girl, who was smoking for the first time, coughed violently, clearly very uncomfortable with the pungent smell.

Zuo Le was about to tell her not to be stubborn, but Cheng Xinling spoke first:

"I'm fine, brother. May I know your name?"

"My name is Zuo Le, you can call me Brother Zuo!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a piercing alarm bell rang outside.

Soon, a large group of police officers suddenly burst in.

They all held their guns, aiming at the three people in the center of the warehouse, but mainly at Zuo Le, who was covered in blood.

Zuo Le had already laid down his weapon and bowed politely to the arriving police officers.

Good evening, officers.

The fat man in the lead looked at him with some hesitation, but the other officers beside him reprimanded Zuo Le:

"Who the hell said 'good evening' to you? Put your hands behind your head and don't move."

Zuo Le wasn't angry, and spread his hands and covered his head: "Of course."

Instead, the fat man in the lead waved to stop the officers behind him. He moved slightly closer to Zuo Le and tentatively asked:

"You are, Mr. Zuo Le?"

Zuo Le was somewhat surprised, as he had no recollection of ever knowing any police officers.

And isn't the title "sir" a bit too respectful?

"What's your name, officer?"

"I am Han Bing."

"Officer Han, hello."

Hearing Zuo Le's smiling greeting, Han Bing frowned even more deeply.

"Would it be convenient for us to talk in private?"

Zuo Le was somewhat confused, but still readily accepted:

"of course."

Chapter 38 The Name of Zuo Yue

Seeing Han Bing and Zuo Le walking so close, the policewoman next to them couldn't help but speak up:

"Boss, so many people have died here..."

"Shut up!"

Han Bing sternly stopped the policewoman.

Instead, they politely led Zuo Le towards the back door:

"Mr. Zuo Le, shall we go?"

Zuo Le didn't know what he was up to, but he felt that something must have happened that he didn't know about.

His strategy was to avoid revealing too many thoughts and information, especially since his spiritual energy was now completely depleted and he absolutely could not afford to have a conflict.

As long as you keep smiling, you're mysterious enough!

“Okay, Officer Han,” Zuo Le agreed with a smile.

As the two passed by the dilapidated shipping containers, Han Bing paused, realizing that the battle they had just fought might have been more terrifying than he had imagined. He immediately offered Zuo Le a cigarette.

Zuo Le, of course, wouldn't put on airs in front of the police officer; he accepted the cigarette and thanked him.

"Officer Han, you're too kind."

Han Bing smiled awkwardly, then turned and pointed to the corpses scattered on the ground, feeling somewhat guilty:

"Did you do all of this?"

Zuo Le narrowed his eyes. He could already sense the other person's guilty conscience. Why would a police officer be guilty?

It's not normal that you feel guilty towards yourself!

Zuo Le did not answer his question immediately, but looked into Han Bing's eyes and thought quietly for a moment.

But his silence only made Han Bing more flustered, and he actually started to explain:

“It’s not that I’m not cooperating with you, but the dispatchers also need time. I arrived with my team just in time. Who knew you would act so quickly and ruthlessly…”

Listening to Han Bing's flustered explanation, Zuo Le felt a sense of disorientation.

How could a police officer explain things to a student, a gangster, and a murderer?

He knew that the Church of the Holy Light must be involved, but he still found it absurd.

However, Zuo Le also gleaned a lot of information from Han Bing's words: the other party had received the news and rushed over in time.

Judging from the time it took Zuo Le to leave Bailu Bar and arrive here, Han Bing was indeed very fast, only about 10 minutes later than Zuo Le.

However, Zuo Le acted too quickly, after a brief observation and infiltration.

In just a few minutes, they had killed everyone.

So the question is, who notified him, and who issued the support order?

Xu Jing?

It shouldn't be. Zuo Le felt that Xu Jing didn't have that much power, nor could she possibly mobilize a whole police force.

This can be seen from the fact that she brought a lot of people to Bailu today. If Zuo Le doesn't take on this matter, Xu Jing will most likely have to do it herself tonight.

But if it's not Xu Jing, then who could it be?

The other side notified Han Bing to come and provide support, probably because they didn't know his strength and were afraid he would die here.

How should he test the waters?

"Officer Han, please calm down. I didn't mean to blame you. This place has been cleaned up, isn't that what we all wanted to see?"

Hearing Zuo Le's comforting words, Han Bing's panicked emotions calmed down considerably.

"Yes, we'd all like to see the red apples removed."

At this moment, Zuo Le suddenly took out the guidance documents of the He Guang Church and handed them to Han Bing.

When Han Bing saw the official document, his relaxed expression froze again.

When he spoke again, his tone already carried uncertainty:

"This is... a joint enforcement document?"

"Yes, Scarface is going to die today no matter what. It's our duty, all for the sake of the Holy Light, so Officer Han really doesn't need to be too nervous."

Zuo Le spoke as if it were a matter of course, as if he were talking about something very ordinary and commonplace.

But in Han Bing's heart, a storm was brewing:

"For the Holy Light? Is this Zuo Le really the Church's black glove? What's the point of bringing them here today? To be witnesses? To confirm the other party's merits? Or to protect this person's interests?"

Han Bing has been in this position for many years, so he must be a seasoned veteran.

In an instant, he had already figured out Zuo Le's identity.

The church is training and supporting new "black gloves" to make things easier for them in the future!

A promising stock.

There have been many such people in the past, and without exception, they were all top-notch ruthless characters.

We must not offend them, and we must maintain good relationships with them.

"Mr. Zuo Le..."

Zuo Le took in Han Bing's expression, so he immediately concluded that the other party had indeed received a mission from the He Guang Church or related departments.

He commanded the Black Snake Gang while also controlling the police force.

Who else but the Lotus Light Church could have such influence over both the legitimate and criminal worlds?

Moreover, the other party's status and position are extraordinary.

Before Han Bing could finish speaking, Zuo Le suddenly interrupted him:

"Sigh, Officer Han is a senior, why does he keep calling me 'student, teacher'? Just call me Zuo Le."

Seeing that he remained polite and did not exhibit the sinister and aloof demeanor of the other black-gloved men, Han Bing felt a sense of goodwill towards him, but still dared not act rashly.

"Good, good. You're so young and you've managed to take care of Scarface. You're really capable. I know how ruthless he is. We even filed a casualty report before we came."

Zuo Le waved his hand gently:

"It's all luck."

"Luck is a humble word used by the strong."

Han Bing offered another round of flattery; since flattery was free, he had no qualms about it.

The ever-humble Zuo Le did not remain humble at this moment; instead, he became serious.

"However, Officer Han, your casualty report deserves a reprimand."

Han Bing raised an eyebrow and took a drag of his cigarette without making a sound.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Zuo Le paused for a moment, organizing his thoughts in his mind:

"On the evening of September 23, citizen Zuo Le witnessed Officer Han leading a team to crack down on the Red Apple gang, killing the thug Scarface on the spot, and killing a total of thirteen enemies."

Officer Han led from the front, fighting bravely to protect his teammates, making a great contribution to the cause of dispelling darkness.

After listening to Zuo Le's unchanging words, Han Bing rubbed his frozen, chubby face:

"Zuo Le, this... isn't this a bad idea?"

"What's wrong?" Zuo Le returned to his usual cheerful demeanor.

Han Bing looked embarrassed, stuck out his beer belly, and then pinched the ring of fat on it:

"You mean you want me to write a report saying that I killed thirteen people, including Scarface, all by myself, and I don't even have a decent wound on my body?"

"I'm such a fatso, even though I've cultivated before, I haven't even reached level 1 in all these years, so how can I apply?"

Zuo Le sized up Han Bing. Was this all the police officers were capable of?

This was somewhat unexpected...

Zuo Le thought for a moment and came up with some new reasons for Han Bing:

"Officer Han can say that the criminals were killed by you remotely while they were fleeing, and that you had an informant providing intelligence. The success was due to your wisdom and tactical actions."

The specific tactics are as follows: you will split into three groups, one will disguise itself and enter, one will sneak in through the back door, and one will feign trouble..."

While Zuo Le was looking for new reasons for Han Bing, he also drafted a brief outline of tactical operations for him, in a way that ordinary people could understand.

Even a novice could sense the professionalism in it. Han Bing stared at him for a few seconds:

"Zuo Le, you used to do this kind of work?"

"What are you saying, Officer Han? I'm just a student," Zuo Le immediately denied.

"Pah, I know, I know. I won't ask what I shouldn't ask." Han Bing slapped his own mouth.

Zuo Le didn't continue the conversation, letting Han Bing go to Dihua and fill in the blanks himself, which was the best option for him.