Chapter 362: Must Squeeze Her Dry!

"Can it really be like this?"

Zhang Su furrowed his brow, looking at Ju Wuying with a strange expression and said, "This kind of claim feels so otaku—is it really true?"

Since Ju Wuying had let Yi Xiaoling speak, she naturally wouldn't deny it; she nodded and continued at length.

"Xiao Ju says… since we're now partners, she won't hide it from you—she's trained in a related technique that lets her sense special energies on people: hostility, killing intent, goodwill, uh, even affection—all emit different energies, and as long as there's no interference, close enough and she can feel them."

Zhang Su could tell she wasn't joking; it seemed real. His first thought was whether she'd had some unusual experience like his own, or like Chen Hanzhou, where some extraordinary event granted her special ability—but then he realized something was off.

"You say this is a technique you trained in before—so it wasn't acquired after the disaster?"

Ju Wuying nodded, confirming Zhang Su's question.

Zhang Su suddenly recalled countless ancient Chinese techniques from the old days—strange, bizarre, all kinds—and if she truly came from an ancient family that had endured for millennia, it made sense some peculiar arts might have been passed down.

Sensing others' emotional attitudes—this skill was incredibly useful!

"But when you saw the drone, you couldn't possibly have sensed our attitude through radio signals—why did you dare come to us? Weren't you afraid we'd kidnap you? Being alone outside is extremely dangerous—let alone you're a woman; earlier, one of our brothers on a recon mission was…"

"Yeah, he was spotted by the accomplices of the three we killed—he got beaten half to death, then they tried to use him to extort ransom from us. If we hadn't happened to show up, our teammate wouldn't have made it!"

Zhang Su remembered Qi Xiaoshuai's fate and felt deeply moved. There might still be good people out there, but most were evil.

Ju Wuying slightly lifted the corner of her mouth, explaining with full confidence.

Yi Xiaoling translated: "Xiao Ju says your drone didn't attack, and when she watched you from afar, her first impression was that you weren't the type to mistreat women. As she got closer, she became even more certain you had no intention to harm her."

"This skill is amazing! For example… if someone's secretly watching you, planning to assassinate you—could you sense that?"

Zhang Su became interested. This ability was different from mind reading—it was more like an emotion radar, with countless applications. Two words: I want to learn it!

Ju Wuying shrugged and recounted her experience in Qingxian—she'd sensed a gaze watching her from the shadows, a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time, so she was especially sensitive and quickly pinpointed the hidden observers.

"Can this ability be taught to others?"

Zhang Su was stunned. This was the kind of power you only saw in anime—he no longer questioned its authenticity; he only wanted to learn it himself.

His vision was exceptional, his hearing extraordinary, but his perception lacked any special refinement. If he could master Ju Wuying's technique, he'd instantly know whether someone was friend or foe, whether they harbored ill intent—utterly unbeatable!

But Ju Wuying's next words left him deflated.

"Xiao Ju says mastering this secret art has many requirements—first and foremost, you must have taken the Ju family's secret medicine since childhood. Only the clan chief knows the formula."

"Let me guess—you haven't inherited the clan chief's position yet, so you don't know the formula, right?" Zhang Su rubbed his hair.

Ju Wuying nodded seriously, not at all like she was joking.

According to her, unless something unexpected happened, she'd naturally inherit the clan chief's position in two or three decades, when she was in her fifties—or if the current chief died unexpectedly, she'd take over sooner.

"Is there a chance the secret medicine isn't actually necessary? Maybe it's just fabricated to create mystery and serve as an excuse to refuse outsiders?"

Zhang Su still wouldn't give up—he desperately wanted this ability.

To make Zhang Su abandon hope entirely, Ju Wuying was willing to teach him the method. She pulled a flask from her bag, unscrewed it, and drank two large gulps as naturally as if she were drinking water…

Zhang Su was thrilled inside. This Japanese woman's logic was truly bizarre—she was going to teach him just to prove he couldn't do it? So he'd give up out of frustration?

Perfect, perfect…

"Alright, then find a time to teach me. Maybe I'm a martial genius and learn it in one go. Yeah, forget the sensing ability for now—tell me about your martial arts. I really want to know how strong you are."

At the mention of martial arts, Zhang Su immediately recalled Ju Wuying's fight with Lu Yubo—their combat skills existed on entirely different levels; he'd felt firsthand what "dimensional suppression" meant.

To put it bluntly, he felt even if Ju Wuying held just a bamboo stick, she could defeat Lu Yubo—unless Lu fought with reckless, brutal, precise, and lightning-fast strikes to trade blows, he'd barely have a chance at survival!

Ju Wuying didn't answer right away; she thought carefully before giving a more concrete reply.

But after Yi Xiaoling translated, Zhang Su's face twitched—she'd actually claimed she wasn't afraid of handguns? That was nonsense!

"Haven't you heard the saying: 'Seven steps away, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate'? You say you're not afraid of handguns—it's hard to believe unless you prove it!"

A hint of helplessness appeared in Ju Wuying's eyes, as if she saw no point in proving it—but then she reconsidered. After all, this man had saved Yi Xiaoling's life, and she'd be living here too. She adjusted her attitude and responded.

"Xiao Ju says if the distance is too far, she can't guarantee success—but if it's within seven steps, or close enough, she can prove it. You use the gun; she'll use a cold weapon."

"Far doesn't work, but close does? Fine—let's test it now!"

Zhang Su hadn't expected her to agree so readily—he couldn't miss this chance. He truly didn't believe fists could outpace bullets within seven steps!

"Uh… isn't using a gun too dangerous?"

Yi Xiaoling looked at Ju Wuying with concern, but Ju Wuying gave her a reassuring smile.

Zhang Su patted his bag and realized he hadn't brought his pistol. "I'll go get the gun. Meet me by the ravine later—we usually train there."

"Boss Zhang, where are you going?"

As Zhang Su took the pistol and led the two toward the ravine, he saw Tan Huajun approaching with Mo Qianlan, carrying a basket of eggs from the chicken and duck pen—some big, some small, about twenty or thirty total—clearly for tonight's meal.

"Good evening, Uncle Zhang."

Mo Qianlan greeted him politely, then smiled warmly at Ju Wuying and Yi Xiaoling. She already knew them, but they didn't yet know her.

"Hey, Lao Tan, we've got a strange thing to test today—I'm worried about accidents, and you're just in time! Hand the eggs to Xiao Lan and come with us."

Zhang Su was delighted to see Tan Huajun—he'd brought along Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanyi's bulletproof leather gear to avoid accidentally injuring Ju Wuying. With Tan Huajun here, things would be much safer.

"Sounds interesting… here, girl, be careful, don't drop them."

Tan Huajun, smiling with a wholesome charm, handed the bamboo basket to Mo Qianlan, gave her a reminder, then followed Zhang Su and the others toward the ravine.

"Boss Zhang, what exactly are we testing?"

At the secluded ravine, Tan Huajun asked curiously, blowing on his hands and rubbing them together.

"I've already introduced these two—she's Ju Wuying. Remember? She told me fists can outpace bullets within seven steps, so I called you to help verify it."

Zhang Su pulled out the USP he'd found in the Mercedes RV and handed it to Tan Huajun.

"Huh?" Tan Huajun instinctively took the pistol. His cotton cap covered his hair, his round face slightly agape—looking comical.

"Don't be surprised. I ask you—what do you think of Yubo's fighting? Just close combat, no guns."

"For close combat… Xiao Lu is pretty strong."

Tan Huajun had traveled with Zhang Su's group for a long time and knew Lu Yubo well. Plus, since Lu had started dating his daughter, he'd paid even more attention. Other aspects might need improvement, but his combat ability was always top-notch!

"Heh, Yubo fought her—and didn't even touch her before she knocked him out cold. I asked how strong she was—she said she can dodge bullets!"

"So powerful! Let me try?"

Tan Huajun was now intrigued.

Ju Wuying, who had been observing Tan Huajun, shifted her gaze to Zhang Su and spoke seriously.

"Xiao Ju says she senses a special energy on this sister—she'd like to know if there's anything unique about her?"

Yi Xiaoling translated for Ju Wuying, but internally she was puzzled—this plump sister seemed approachable and kind—what special energy could she possibly have?

While Yi Xiaoling was bewildered, Zhang Su was shocked—Tan Huajun truly possessed extraordinary abilities beyond the norm!

Ju Wuying's perception wasn't just about detecting emotions—she could sense a person's unique talents too. Though she couldn't discern specifics, this was already mind-blowing!

"Sister Tan is our camp's sharpshooter. We brought her here to avoid accidentally injuring you! By the way, what's it like to sense this 'special energy'?"

Ju Wuying thought for a moment, then shook her head—perhaps her language couldn't express it accurately.

"Alright, come on—let me see how you dodge bullets!"

Zhang Su found this woman increasingly mysterious—but no matter how powerful she was, if he could control her, she'd serve him. Not only must she serve him—he must extract every skill from her and make them his own!

From this brief interaction, Ju Wuying didn't seem cunning at all, and she was easy to reason with. If he leveraged Yi Xiaoling's connection, Zhang Su felt securing Ju Wuying wouldn't be hard.

(End of Chapter)