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"Bang..."

Officer Huang fired three shots instantly, but because of his speed, Gao Yang actually only heard one shot.

The moment the gun went off, three sparks appeared in the air two metres away from Officer Huang as he knocked down the three daggers that had sneaked up on him.

However, the daggers were only feints.

Officer Wong jolted as a dark shadow had somehow swooped down to his eye level from the left.

"Brush-"

A sharp white knife light wavered in front of his eyes.

Officer Wong quickly took out his pistol to fend it off in a very short time, but the pistol was like rubber cement in front of the knife light and was instantly sliced in half, while two of his fingers were also sliced off.

The long, narrow, sharp tang knife rested against the knot of Officer Wong's throat, but did not cut down. Soon, the skin at the knot of the man's throat cracked and spilled tiny amounts of blood, which was injured by the powerful knife qi.

Qing Ling withdrew the knife and took two steps back, "You are not a beast of rage."

Officer Huang covered his bleeding fingertip, the pain making him pale, but he didn't panic or get scared and slowly said, "How do you know that?"

"If you were the Beast of Wrath, you would have chosen to use both arms to ward off my attack at the last second."

Qingling flicked her fingers across the blade, and the tang blade folded and disappeared in her hands.

"They are confident in their bodies, it's an instinctive reaction. Humans are different, humans will choose to parry my slashes with what they consider to be solid."

"That's right, I'm an Awakened too." Officer Wong smiled, finally meeting two of his kind.

...

2am. Shanqing District, Hospital No. 3 Emergency Building.

Officer Huang's fingertip had been reattached and bandaged, and Gao Yang was waiting outside the lobby with Qing Ling.

Huang warned out of the hospital with a smile on his face, "Tomorrow I will write a report that you two were robbed by street thugs and I stepped in to help and was accidentally injured."

Gao Yang and Qing Ling looked at each other and didn't say anything.

Officer Huang added, "Are you hungry? Come on, let's go and have something to eat."

...

The three of them went to a late-night snack stall near the hospital. A small blue tent was set up at the mouth of an unassuming alley, with dim lights and fragrant food, a sort of cozy corner of the cold city.

The owner is an older man in his sixties, hale and hearty, speaking in a mid-range manner.

"Officer Huang is here! Yo, what happened to your hand!"

"Work injury."

"It's not easy in your line of work, so you can't drink today."

"Yes, except for the wine, everything else is the same as before."

"Okay."

The grandfather opened his mouth and looked at Gao Yang and Qing Ling: "What would you like to eat?"

Qing Ling looked at the menu with an expressionless face and finished thinking quickly, "1 skewer of mushrooms, 1 skewer of winter melon, 1 skewer of potatoes, 1 skewer of cabbage, 1 skewer of fish balls, 1 skewer of crab sticks, 1 skewer of greasy gluten, 1 portion of tomatoes, 1 portion of sweet potato noodles, remember to add spice."

Gao Yang was shocked that it didn't hurt to spend money that was not his own.

"I'm the same as her."

The three of them sat side by side at the trolley, burying their heads in the fragrant food.

Officer Huang had a look of enjoyment on his face, "Well, it feels awesome to come back from the dead, thought I'd never get to eat it again."

Qing Ling didn't say anything, concentrating on biting into the potatoes.

Gao Yang was cautious, "Officer Huang, let's not talk about these things in public."

Officer Huang looked up and glanced at the oldest man who was shabu-shabu: "It's alright, Master Liu is a beast of obsession. For anything he doesn't want to hear, he will automatically ignore, isn't that right Grand Master Liu?"

Master Liu raised his head at his words, "Is there anything else?"

"I said the meat smells good today and I want another one."

"Okay." Grandpa Liu smiled happily.

Gao Yang finally put his mind at ease when he saw this, "Are you deliberately testing me and Qingling today?"

Officer Huang's smile was a little helpless, "I knew you were an Awakened, I just didn't think your girlfriend was too."

"I'm not his girlfriend."

Qing Ling retorted with a sniff, then continued to bury her head in her food.

"..."

"Do you remember the mental patient I killed the other day?" Officer Huang suddenly asked.

"Remember." How could he forget, if it wasn't for him, there wouldn't be all this mess now.

"He was also an Awakened One."

Officer Huang's eyes lamented.

"But he's completely exposed and hopeless, instead of letting him be tortured to death or eaten by the Beast of Wrath, we should give him a ride."

Gao Yang was silent at his words.

"That man's talent is [Sense of Smell], serial number 175. he can distinguish the scent of the beast, so he lives in fear all day long and eventually has a mental breakdown."

Officer Huang stared at the steaming spicy pot and waited patiently for the pork that was about to come out of the oven, "The first thing he smelled was that you were human, that's why he told you to run, if I didn't shoot him then, I was only afraid that I would drag you down with me."

"... thanks."

Gao Yang's heart suddenly stuttered, this world was simply too dangerous.

"we should help each other."

"The talent you mentioned before," Gao Yang asked suspiciously, "is every awakened person's talent different?"

"Of course." Officer Huang said, "My talent is [Gun God], serial number 41, proficient in firearms, a hundred shots, and extremely fast at shooting."

"Then do you know what my talent is?" Gao Yang deliberately asked.

"You've always been deeply hidden, and I don't have the right to detect the talent, so how would I know?" Officer Huang smiled at his words.

"Oh."

"Your girlfriend's talent should be [Metal], with a serial number of 20, and can control any metal element."

"I'm not his girlfriend."

Qingling beamed at his words, a little angry, but continued to eat what he was holding.

Officer Huang looked at Qingling enviously.

"In addition to that, she should have another talent [Blade God] with a serial number of 32, that hand of hers and the destructive power of her blade is by no means something that an ordinary person can do."

"A person can have multiple talents?" Gao Yang asked curiously.

"Once a human awakens, he or she will immediately possess a talent. Subsequently, they can also comprehend it again, but the method and laws of comprehension, I still haven't figured out."

"Talents and all that, how do you know so much detail?" Gao Yang was puzzled: could it be that Officer Huang also had a system like me? It shouldn't be.

"I've lived longer than you guys and I'm a police officer, so I have more access to information channels." Officer Huang smiled, "In fact, I've seen the complete list of talent sequences before, and combining my experiences so far, I think the information on that sequence list is true and credible."

"How many talents are there in total?" Qingling asked as he ate.

"There are 199 serial numbers in total, and theoretically, the smaller the number, the stronger the talent." Officer Huang looked at Qing Ling enviously, "So that means you're very strong."

Gao Yang sniffed very sad: My serial number is 199 ...

Qing Ling put down the chopsticks in her hand and said to Officer Huang, "Give me the talent sequence list."

"No." Officer Huang pointed to his head, "It's all memorized in my head."

"Then tell me too, I'd really like to know."

"It's not impossible to tell you."

"What do we need in return?" Gao Yang guessed what Officer Huang had in mind, guessing that he wanted the two of them to help him with his work.

"Quite clever." Officer Huang smiled meaningfully.

"..."