Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 198 - 196 Rebirth

Therefore, even though Wen Wen indulged in extravagant eating habits, he had never been able to spend all the money he had saved for food.

Usually, when at home by himself and too lazy to bother, he would just make do with whatever was available, which was nowhere near as satisfying as the meals he enjoyed here.

He casually plucked a lobster leg and chewed it without bothering to remove the shell.

Sometimes, bits of meat and shell fragments would fall, and Three Cubs would hurriedly crawl over to swallow them up.

Even leftovers were better than eating all sorts of strange things at Wenwen’s family.

It almost threw up eating Wen Wen’s dead skin.

Wen Wen’s way of eating was quite wild; the sound of the lobster shell crunching under his teeth made the woman beside him furrow her brow.

"Hey, can’t you eat more gracefully?" she said.

Wen Wen wiped the bits of meat from the corner of his mouth with his finger, then set his hand on the table, and Three Cubs leaned over to lick it clean.

"Miss, who might you be? Do we know each other?" Wen Wen asked.

A hint of joy flashed between the woman’s brows as she said to Wen Wen, "Do you truly not recognize me?"

Could it be that we’ve met before?

The more beautiful a person is, the more vivid the memory they tend to leave behind. If Wen Wen had seen her before, he shouldn’t have forgotten.

Moreover, aren’t people supposed to be upset when someone familiar forgets who they are? Why does she seem happy instead?

Wait a second...

Wen Wen narrowed his eyes, his detective’s capacity for deduction kicking in.

"Wearing a headscarf, hair unseen, suggests she might have short hair."

"Considering my confidence in my own memory, I can’t be mistaken, so she must be in disguise... short hair... in disguise... could it be a cross-dressing boss?"

"Among the people I know, Yan Xiu is the only one whose appearance I’m clueless about; I have no idea what his figure looks like under those robes. Thinking about it, the only one who could cross-dress so convincingly would be Yan Xiu!"

Wen Wen smirked, slapped the woman’s shoulder, and said, "So it turns out you’re Yan Xiu! I had no idea the face beneath your mask looked so effeminate. What did you stuff in front of your chest? It seems quite soft. I saw it jiggling just now."

The woman’s forehead was covered with black lines as she slapped away Wen Wen’s hand and said angrily, "What on earth are you thinking? My name is You Han!"

You Han...

Wen Wen fell silent for a moment, his hand lifted as if he wanted to reach out to the woman’s chest to check for himself.

But, under the woman’s angry gaze, he sheepishly retracted his hand.

Upon further observation, this woman did indeed have features reminiscent of You Han.

Yet, Wen Wen was reluctant to admit it.

He had already found it hard to accept that the bald muscled man was a woman.

And now, that muscular woman had turned back into this sort of woman, which he found even harder to accept!

"You must be lying to me," Wen Wen stated, staring into You Han’s eyes.

You Han rolled his eyes and said, "Why would I lie to you? I am indeed You Han. It’s just that because of my ability, I turned into that appearance. Now that my ability has vanished, I naturally returned to my original appearance."

"Your ability disappeared?" Wen Wen was startled and said, "Is it temporary, or..."

You Han paused and then said, "It’s permanent. The corruption was rooted within my ability, and when it was removed, it took my power with it."

Wen Wen suddenly felt as if he had lost his appetite. What would he feel if one day he lost his ability?

At the very least, he wouldn’t be able to eat as he did today, let alone tease monsters anymore.

After thinking about it for a moment, Wen Wen found such a life to be filled with dullness.

Seeing Wen Wen’s mood dim, You Han smiled and said, "Don’t frown, it’s actually not too bad. Although I lost my strength, I gained some things I used to dream of."

Wen Wen felt relieved, for a beauty-loving woman, perhaps having that kind of ability was indeed unfortunate.

"Thank you for saving me. Even though you broke my scapula, still, thank you," said You Han as she stood up and bowed to Wen Wen.

Wen Wen waved his hand, saying nonchalantly, "Your gratitude doesn’t seem sincere. You might as well offer yourself in return."

You Han gave Wen Wen a light punch with some embarrassment, but she no longer possessed the strength to kill someone with a punch as before.

Wen Wen chuckled twice, finding for the first time that she looked quite pretty when embarrassed. Her shy expression before... was simply an eyesore.

Sitting down again, You Han sighed and said, "I guess I won’t be able to hunt demons anymore, but my main job is as the Intelligence Officer for the Furong River Hunters Association, and I’ll continue to do that."

"No matter what, I hope your life goes smoothly from here on."

Afterward, the two chatted leisurely while eating. Once You Han finished the clear porridge in front of her, she prepared to leave. In the past when she dined with Wen Wen, her appetite was much larger than his, but now a bowl of clear porridge was enough to fill her up.

"By the way, that superpower user who uses knives, is he still at the association? I have something I want to ask him," You Han inquired before leaving.

You Han nodded and said, "You mean Zhangsun Jing, right? At this hour, he should be practicing with his knife in the backyard. He has been going out to practice frequently these past few days."

Wen Wen asked in confusion, "Practicing with knives... He should have lost his ability like you, right?"

"Indeed, although he has lost his ability, he still possesses a certain level of strength, which is a bit better than my situation."

After finishing speaking, You Han left, leaving Wen Wen to continue addressing the food on the table.

"Zhangsun Jing has maintained a certain level of strength after losing his ability. He might be skilled in swordsmanship; I should ask him for guidance. Swordsmanship and knife skills must have things in common; I know nothing about these matters, and I shouldn’t try to reinvent the wheel."

Hastily finishing the food on the table, Wen Wen went to the psychiatric hospital’s backyard, into a small garden.

Before he even saw Zhangsun Jing, he heard the sounds of a long knife being swung.

Dressed in a short jacket, Zhangsun Jing was vigorously swinging a long knife, his forehead dripping with sweat, and his muscles were trembling—clear signs of overexertion.

With every swing of his knife, there was a faint stream of Qi wrapped around it, giving him an advantage over ordinary people, even allowing him to take on ten at a time.

But compared to the Zhangsun Jing of the past, it was like heaven and earth.

Seeing his method of practice, Wen Wen shook his head. This guy’s display of sword presence wasn’t even as good as his own after only two days of practice.

In the end, he had become an entirely ordinary person, with a foundation far below Wen Wen’s. Even if his skills were far superior to Wen Wen’s, he couldn’t compare with him.

After watching for a while, Wen Wen left without asking anything.

He would ask, but not yet.