Chapter 5: The Worst Case Scenario

The official on the phone also suddenly widened his eyes as he looked at Shen Hao, his voice sticking in his throat.

All eyes focused on the youthful face of Shen Hao.

Chosen One!

These three words seemed to carry some unique magic power.

Even the military officer in front of him was momentarily stunned.

"I'm very sorry," he didn't refuse on the spot but swallowed his saliva, his tone becoming somewhat respectful, "May I ask if you can prove..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he stopped.

Because at that moment, Shen Hao opened his palm, and a set of car keys quietly hovered above it, as if gravity had lost its influence.

There was no need to say anything more.

Such a seemingly simple feat couldn't be explained away as "magic."

A Chosen One's identity might be impersonated, but their unique "Talent" was not something that could be faked!

Suddenly, many people around opened their mouths as if they wanted to say something, but under the unique, indescribable pressure emanating from Shen Hao, the scene remained quiet, and they found themselves unable to speak.

In the past half a month, there had been continuous news about the Chosen Ones on the internet.

The nation's high-level attention and those unimaginable yet incredibly powerful superpowers propelled the existence known as "Chosen One" to transcend social classes and rise to an entirely new level in a very short time.

Some people who knew the inside stories were more aware than the average person.

Like that official.

He was well aware that when Donghua City's previous Chosen One, that special-grade senior teacher, was escorted away by a military helicopter, all the city's leaders had gone to see him off!

And now this young man was a Chosen One?

In which domain had he reached the top of the world?

Some people wanted to forge a closer relationship, but at that moment, they didn't dare to speak up, as if even their breathing had halted.

Not until the military officer, bearing the pressure, respectfully said, "Please come with me."

"Alright," Shen Hao nodded and directly crossed the police cordon.

Only after his figure had completely disappeared did a buzz spread from behind.

"My god, is that the Chosen One?"

"What kind of superpower was that?"

"I don't know, but it looked terrifying."

"Right, I didn't even dare to breathe."

"He's really like the immortals in the legends!"

"..."

Clearly, the "Sovereign Suppression" demonstrated by Shen Hao in a modest display of his abilities, left a lasting impression on many.

Meanwhile, Shen Hao met with the person in charge who had rushed over.

"Hello, my name is Yang Jun, the person responsible here." This person in charge was obviously a soldier, and an experienced one at that, looking to be in his thirties, at least six feet tall, unremarkable in appearance with his skin even somewhat darkened, but with one handshake, Shen Hao could feel the strength in the other person.

Leaving everything else aside, the thick calluses on his hands were extraordinary.

More importantly, he seemed to have vaguely perceived something.

"Are you also a Chosen One?"

"Yes," Yang Jun admitted with some surprise at having been recognized so quickly, but he didn't deny it, "I earned my Chosen One status with the identity of one of the world's top special forces."

"That's truly impressive," Shen Hao couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Isn't this the legend of the King of Soldiers?

To be selected as a Chosen One really meant topping the world.

"How did Mr. Shen become a Chosen One?" Yang Jun also asked.

Shen Hao paused, then said, "World-class luck."

"..." This time, it was Yang Jun's turn to be astonished.

Although he knew that a few people became Chosen Ones by sheer luck, the probability was terrifyingly low.

He had not expected to meet one in person.

"If you know my surname, you must also know my identity," Shen Hao, concerned about his sister and parents, wasn't in the mood for small talk and asked directly, "What's the matter with my sister?"

As Shen Hao had said, Yang Jun had already discovered his identity before he arrived.

He also knew the reason for his coming.

The expression on his face was grim.

"Your sister's situation is indeed serious," he began as he walked Shen Hao towards the school, "The incident took place in a corner with no surveillance, but there are three eyewitnesses, including a teacher and two students, who all saw your sister punching the other girl in the temple and, while the victim didn't fight back, using a fifteen-centimeter-long dagger to completely stab into her carotid artery at the neck, killing her on the spot."

"..." Shen Hao fell silent.

This was almost the worst-case scenario.

And it was somewhat beyond his imagination.

His seemingly fragile, earnest, and sensible sister, punching someone hard in the temple and then stabbing through their neck with a dagger while they didn't resist?

What a joke!

Shen Hao instinctively found it hard to believe.

But there was more than one witness!

Shen Hao also felt it was extremely troublesome.

It was still a period of military control, with troops stationed within the city, sternly cracking down on all criminal activities, let alone an incident severe enough to make national headlines even before.

However, Shen Hao quickly realized something.

He asked, "Even so, shouldn't it just be a regular criminal case? Why lock down the entire school area and even send in a Chosen One?"

Indeed, locking down the school and not allowing anyone in or out, as well as dispatching this clearly non-local King of Soldiers as a Chosen One, did not seem like a routine matter.

But faced with Shen Hao's question, Yang Jun fell silent for a moment, then shook his head, "This incident is indeed unusual, but some aspects are currently classified, especially considering you are a relative of the person involved... Mr. Shen, the country does indeed value Chosen Ones, but the more critical the moment, the more we must emphasize the law and order."

"I just want to understand the specifics," Shen Hao stopped walking, looking at Yang Jun in front of him who seemed slightly wary, furrowing his brows and, after a moment, suddenly asked, "Right now across the country, how many Chosen Ones have non-White Talents?"

"—!"

Yang Jun's pupils shrank slightly.

His gaze at Shen Hao became shocked and suspicious.

In such a moment, to suddenly bring up non-White Talents, the implications behind this inquiry seemed self-evident!

But was it truly a non-White Talent?

Yang Jun tried to read something from Shen Hao's expression, but with his specialized training, he couldn't discern anything.

Even as the other furrowed his brows, his gaze remained as calm as it was terrifying, as if the murder wasn't by his sister, as if it was merely a trifle!