Chapter 34: The Action Team Arrives

Chu Che sat on the soft sofa in his apartment, and a weird virtual screen that only he could see materialized in the air before him.

On the screen, the movements of the Suffocating Ghost Girl Ling Xinyu were being streamed in real time.

He watched the images on the screen with keen interest.

"Interesting."

Chu Che nudged his gold‑rimmed glasses on his nose bridge, the lenses reflecting the screen's faint glow.

He had assumed that the Suffocating Ghost Girl, infused with 2100 points of Karma, would instantly become a hatred‑fueled killing entity and unleash a revenge storm over Jiang Hai City.

To his surprise, she actually suppressed that soul‑devouring resentment and first went to see the person she loved most in life.

What was even more unexpected was that the boy named Lin Fan, after witnessing his girlfriend turn into a Fierce Ghost, felt no fear but instead chose to Symbiosis with her.

"The union of an ordinary person and the Weird... that's a scenario even the editor never preprogrammed."

Chu Che was not angry at all; rather, like an explorer who had discovered a new continent, a playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

This artwork titled "Suffocating Ghost Girl" seemed far more interesting than he had imagined, and far... more unpredictably dramatic.

What kind of energy could a Weird entity, with human intelligence and emotions as its "pilot," unleash?

Chu Che leaned back on the sofa, poured himself a glass of red wine, gently swirled the cup, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

He was eager to see what spectacular "revenge drama" this cornered boy and girl could perform for him.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Interrogation Room of a Jiang Hai City precinct.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it took the breath away.

"Bang!"

The Interrogation Room door was violently shoved open from outside, slammed shut, and finally clicked shut with a lock.

A few rich‑second‑generation kids jumped in shock.

Qin Yongchang, dust‑covered, stood at the doorway; his usually imposing square face showed no expression, yet his gaze was so gloomy it seemed it could drip water.

He said nothing, took heavy steps, and approached the slightly pale Qin Yu.

"Dad..."

Qin Yu hadn't finished speaking.

"Slap!"

A powerful, heavy slap struck his face hard!

The massive force spun him half a circle on the spot, his head smashing into the cold wall with a muffled thud.

The entire Interrogation Room fell silent in an instant.

Everyone was stunned dumb by the sudden scene.

Qin Yu clutched his burning face, his mind buzzing, looking at his father in disbelief.

"Dad, you... you hit me?"

The response was Qin Yongchang's even more ferocious fury.

Qin Yongchang grabbed his collar, yanked him off the ground, and with his other hand clenched into a fist, pounded his abdomen and chest like rain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each bone‑crushing thud sent the nearby rich‑second‑generation youths into a panic, their faces turning ashen.

"Me hit you? Today I'm gonna fucking kill you, you beast!"

Qin Yongchang's eyes were blood‑red, the accumulated anger and fear finally exploding at that moment.

He delivered a final kick that sent Qin Yu sprawling, then, like dragging a dead dog, grabbed his hair and hauled him to the center of the Interrogation Room.

"Murder? Dumping bodies?"

Qin Yongchang's voice was ice‑cold and bone‑piercing, each word seeming forced out between his teeth.

"Do you even know what the hell you're doing?!"

"Do you know how much I worried in the provincial capital over this mess in Jiang Hai City?!"

"Do you realize that because of you, this beast, the Qin family, our entire clan could be doomed forever!"

He roared each word, forcefully driving the gravity of the situation into Qin Yu's mind.

Qin Yu curled on the floor, dazed, wailing in pain, with no trace of his earlier arrogance.

"Dad... I'm wrong... I'm really wrong..."

"Stop... I can't..."

Qin Yongchang gulped breath after breath, released his grip, and looked down from above at his son writhing on the floor like a maggot, his gaze filled with endless disappointment and cold.

He turned his head, his chilling stare sweeping over the few rich‑second‑generation youths trembling in the corner like sifting chaff.

"If anyone dares to spill even a single word about today's incident..."

"No matter how powerful your family is, you'll be doomed!"

"You know what to do; I don't need to explain, right?"

The few people were terrified to the core, shaking their heads desperately.

"We won't! We know nothing!"

Qin Yongchang ignored them, hauled Qin Yu up, opened the door and walked out.

In the car.

Qin Yongchang lit a cigarette; the atmosphere inside the car remained heavy.

"This matter must never be let your sister know, understand?"

Qin Yu clutched his still throbbing stomach and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"From today on, stay at home and don't go anywhere! I'll assign someone to watch you twenty‑four hours a day!"

Qin Yongchang took a puff of smoke.

"After a while, when the spotlight fades, I'll transfer you to the capital's military academy. I've already spoken with your second uncle; once you get there, someone will properly 'discipline' you, so you'll know what Regulation is!"

Qin Yu's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

The capital's military academy? Second uncle?

That's not schooling; that's going to prison!

Despair filled Qin Yu's eyes.

Qin Yongchang watched the street scene outside the window rush backward, his raging anger gradually turning into a bottomless fatigue.

Qin Yu was still his biological son, and he couldn't truly give him up.

He massaged the throbbing spot between his brows, then thought of work, and began to feel deep anxiety about the upcoming meeting with the Ninth Division.

The next day.

Jiang Hai City International Airport.

A runway was temporarily cleared, and long caution lines were strung around it.

The autonomous region's chief, Qin Yongchang, Zhou Weiguo, and Qin Zhixia, together with Xiao Zhang, Professor Chen, Ban Shou and others—who, after their injuries began to heal, voluntarily returned to duty—stood solemnly on the tarmac.

Everyone placed their hopes in the central support that was about to arrive.

"Qin Team, tell me... what exactly is the Ninth Division? It sounds like S. H. I. E. L. D. from the movies; they aren't really sending a few super‑heroes, are they?"

Xiao Zhang craned his neck and muttered quietly to Qin Zhixia.

Qin Zhixia gave him a helpless glare, saying nothing.

But inside, she was equally filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Finally.

In the distant sky, a tiny black dot appeared.

An unmarked special aircraft roared in and landed steadily on the runway.

Everyone held their breath.

The cabin door opened slowly.

However, those who stepped out were not the heavily armed, imposing elite troops everyone imagined.

Instead, three people with an extremely weird style emerged.

The first to step down was a youth with eye‑catching white hair. He wore flamboyant streetwear, blew bubble gum, and idly looked around, looking just like a tourist loitering on the streets.

The second was a woman with black‑rimmed glasses, ear‑length short hair, and plain clothing. She cradled a laptop, was taciturn, bowed her head, and seemed to have no presence at all, as if she could melt into the background at any moment.

The last to step down was a middle‑aged man leading the group.

He wore a slightly worn black windcoat, was a bit plump, and had a warm smile; his demeanor was as gentle as a neighbor uncle who greets you with a smile every day.

So these are... the elites sent from above?

Everyone present was stunned, their faces full of question marks.

This lineup just looks unreliable no matter how you look at it!

The uncle in the black windcoat led the two down the gangway, walked straight to the chief and Qin Yongchang, and extended his hand proactively.

"Hello, I am the leader of this operation team, Nie Yang."

He smiled, his expression kind and sincere.

After a brief handshake, Nie Yang pointed to the two behind him.

"This is Mozi Xu An of the Ninth Division, his skill... is excellent."

The white‑haired youth popped his bubble gum with a 'snap' and lazily waved at everyone, as a greeting.

Nie Yang then pointed at the glasses‑wearing woman: "This is Lin Linling; you can call her L, our technology and intelligence analyst."

L merely adjusted her glasses, not even lifting her head.

After a brief exchange with everyone, Nie Yang's gaze fell on Qin Zhixia.

"I suppose this is Captain Qin Zhixia? I've heard your name for a long time."

His gentle gaze gave Qin Zhixia an inexplicable pressure.

"No time to waste; let's go straight to the City Bureau," Nie Yang said, glancing at his watch and smiling. "On the way, I hope to hear all your thoughts on these two 'special incidents'."