Chapter 66: Little Tear's Predicament?

"Could it be that Junfu has entangled himself with that female arsonist?" Zhang Fan mused, suspecting an unusual connection between Junfu and the woman responsible for the fires.

Indeed, under Zhang Fan's persistent inquiry, Junfu finally confessed the truth. Though seemingly introverted, Junfu had been rather quick to act. Just the previous night, he had spent hours in conversation with the female arsonist. Not only did he reveal the true nature of her so-called lover to her, but he also befriended her. While their relationship hadn't progressed further, Junfu's elated demeanor made it clear to Zhang Fan that Junfu had developed feelings for her.

"Is that appropriate? Letting an arsonist go free? Aren't you violating the principles of a police officer?" Zhang Fan queried with a teasing expression. Hearing this, Junfu was visibly taken aback, questioning his own actions as a law enforcer.

"Relax, I'm just joking. As for the deceived woman, you should counsel her thoroughly to prevent any further foolish actions. In doing so, you'll be fulfilling your duty," Zhang Fan advised, sensing Junfu's principled yet rigid personality. Rigidity wasn't always a fault, but sometimes flexibility was necessary.

"I understand, thank you, Zhang Fan. I know what to do now," Junfu replied, having been enlightened by Zhang Fan's words. He bowed gratefully to Zhang Fan before hastily exiting the café.

"Hey! You haven't paid your bill yet! I'll have to add it to your tab again!" Zhang Fan called out loudly but couldn't help smiling knowingly.

"Is this the latest anti-theft device?" That afternoon, Uncle Godai had prepared everything necessary. Observing the room's retractable arms, Zhang Fan expressed his skepticism about the device's efficacy.

"Just give it a try," Little Tear said with a slight smile, in charge of controlling the mechanical arms. She already knew how effective these devices were and wanted Zhang Fan and Little Tear to experience it firsthand.

Standing in the sixty-square-meter room, facing three cameras, Zhang Fan took a deep breath. At Little Tear's signal, he instantly moved, aiming to evade the cameras. His confidence in his speed, significantly boosted by his recent enhancements, made him believe he could outpace any Olympic record.

Despite being manually operated, the machinery was surprisingly quick. The mechanical arms, in combination with Little Tear's calculations in the control room, managed to keep the camera lenses closely trained on Zhang Fan's shadow. Thankfully, Zhang Fan was fast enough to avoid being caught on camera.

"Zhang Fan has grown so much that even I feel inferior," Little Tear sighed softly in the control room. His agility and awareness were beyond her reach. Just a few months ago, Zhang Fan was still an ordinary person. This game really seemed to have the power to make one almost godlike.

"Of course, my Zhang Fan is the best," Little Tear said, watching Zhang Fan's performance without any of Little Tear's complex feelings. In her eyes, no matter how strong or capable Zhang Fan became, he would always be her Zhang Fan.

"That's true. But remember, Zhang Fan isn't just yours anymore. If you don't take action soon, you might lose your position as his primary partner," Little Tear teased, half-jokingly reminding Little Tear of her precarious position.

"I understand, but..." Little Tear's voice trailed off as Little Tear mentioned this. She had fully grasped her current situation after their recent heart-to-heart. If she couldn't accept it, it might be better to leave early. But could she really leave Zhang Fan? The answer was no. Resigned to her fate,

Chapter 68: Little Tear's Rightful Place?

Junfu, that guy, couldn't possibly be getting involved with the female arsonist, could he?

Indeed, under Zhang Fan's persistent questioning, Junfu finally revealed the truth. Although seemingly unassuming, Junfu had acted quite swiftly. He had spent the entire previous night talking with the female arsonist, enlightening her about the true character of her so-called lover. Not only did he reveal the truth to her, but he also formed a friendship with her. Though their relationship had not progressed any further, Junfu's radiant expression was enough for Zhang Fan to realize that Junfu had certainly developed feelings for her.

"Is that really okay? Letting an arsonist go? Aren't you betraying your police principles by doing this?" Zhang Fan asked, his face displaying a playful curiosity. Junfu's expression froze at this remark, pondering whether his actions still reflected those of a true policeman.

"Alright, I was just joking. As for the woman who was deceived, you should guide her properly and ensure she doesn't act rashly again. That way, you can say you've fulfilled your duty," Zhang Fan said, reading Junfu's straightforward character. Directness is admirable, but sometimes one needs to be more adaptable.

"I understand, thank you, Zhang Fan. I know what I have to do now," Junfu acknowledged, enlightened by Zhang Fan's words. He bowed respectfully and quickly left the café.

"Hey! You haven't paid your bill yet! I'll have to put it on your tab again!" Zhang Fan shouted after him, but his face broke into a knowing smile.

"This is the latest anti-theft device?" That afternoon, as Uncle Godai prepared the necessary equipment, Zhang Fan looked at the room filled with articulated arms with a hint of doubt. Could these devices truly be that effective?

"Just try it, and you'll see," Little Tear suggested with a soft smile. She was in charge of controlling the mechanical arms and knew their capabilities. She wanted Zhang Fan and Little Tear to see it for themselves.

In the room, approximately sixty square meters in size, Zhang Fan faced the three cameras. He took a deep breath, and as soon as Little Tear gave the signal, he moved swiftly. The task was to avoid being captured by the cameras. With his enhanced speed, Zhang Fan was confident he could break several world records in athletics.

Despite being manually operated, the machinery was surprisingly responsive. The arms moved in intricate patterns, and with Little Tear's calculations in the control room, the cameras nearly kept up with Zhang Fan's shadow. Fortunately, Zhang Fan's speed allowed him to remain undetected.

"Zhang Fan has become so skilled that even I feel inferior," Little Tear admitted quietly from the control room. His agility and quick thinking were beyond her reach. Just a few months ago, Zhang Fan was merely an average person. Could this game truly elevate someone to almost godlike levels?

"Of course, my Zhang Fan is the best," Little Tear remarked without any of Little Tear's complex emotions. In her eyes, Zhang Fan would always be the same, no matter how strong or skilled he became.

"That's true. But remember, Zhang Fan isn't just yours anymore. If you don't act soon, you might lose your primary spot to someone else," Little Tear playfully warned Little Tear, half-joking but also half-serious.

"I understand, but..." Little Tear hesitated, her tone dropping. She fully understood her situation, especially after their recent deep conversation. If she couldn't accept the truth, perhaps it would be better to leave sooner rather than later. But could she really leave Zhang Fan? The answer was, of course, no. Resigned to her fate, Little Tear prepared herself for whatever came next, despite her conflicting emotions. She wanted to take the

initiative, yet her innate modesty held her back. The dilemma was palpable.

"In the end, it's up to your own efforts," Little Tear said, acknowledging her sister's seeking gaze. She knew love needed its trials to strengthen. If it were too easy, Little Tear worried for the future of their relationship. 

"How did I do? Was my performance satisfactory?" Little Tear's thoughts were interrupted as Zhang Fan entered the control room. Sensing the unusual atmosphere, he looked around in confusion.

"Nothing... nothing at all. You did great, Zhang Fan. Now it's my turn," Little Tear hurriedly brushed off the tension and quickly left the room. What exactly happened here? Zhang Fan wondered, watching Little Tear's hasty retreat. Could Little Tear offer any explanation?

"This is the essence of a young girl's heart," Little Tear threw a meaningful glance at Zhang Fan, her words laden with double meanings. She then turned her attention back to operating the mechanical arms, preparing for Little Tear's training session.

With unanswered questions in his heart, Zhang Fan focused his attention on the large screen. What was up with Little Tear today? She seemed off her game, caught by the camera's lenses several times. If this continued, Zhang Fan might have to undertake the mission alone.

"This won't do at all."

"What are you thinking, Zhang Fan?" Little Tear stopped operating the cameras, ready to hear his opinion.

"There are only three ways to solve this," Zhang Fan said, holding up three fingers. "First, we could directly destroy these so-called anti-theft devices. But that's not an option for you and Little Tear, so let's skip it. Second, Little Tear could take a break, and I could carry out this mission alone..."

"Wait a minute! Take a break? What about my opinion?" Little Tear's sudden interjection cut Zhang Fan off mid-sentence.