Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 227 - 197 Flower King

Chapter 227: Chapter 197 Flower King

"Cousin."

As soon as Song Qiaoyi saw Tang Tang return, she threw herself into her arms, crying "Wuu wuu wuu" uncontrollably.

She wasn’t really hurt all that badly.

Just a bruise on her forehead.

It was likely a result of being blown away by the gusts during the fierce battle between Zhou Ping’an and the Blood Eagle, hitting and injuring herself.

The rest of the group hadn’t suffered too many casualties either.

Most had only minor scrapes and bruises.

There were serious injuries, though, incurred when the Ferocious Beasts attacked in their panic, biting some...

Deep enough to see bone.

At that moment, the accompanying doctors were there to treat the external injuries.

Seeing Tang Tang and Zhou Ping’an, among others, return, everyone let out a long sigh of relief, finally relaxing.

The sheer ferocity of the Blood Eagle’s attack was witnessed by all.

Facing such a Commander Rank Ferocious Beast, even the fifty men from Blackwater Security Company seemed no different from unarmed children.

Not to mention the merchants and travelers along for the ride...

Without protection, traveling in the wilderness was like being a large loaf of bread for the Ferocious Beasts – virtually defenseless.

During the height of the crisis, Song Qiaoyi had managed to keep up appearances, desperately telling herself not to be afraid, that she too, one day, had to stand on her own. Like her father and cousin, she needed to protect the safety of the people and their property.

She must not show fear but remain strong.

Now that the danger had passed, she could no longer keep her nerves in check. Fear rushed over her like a tide, and she sobbed on Tang Tang’s shoulder for quite a while before she could stop.

Fortunately, there were others around who had lost friends and family and were crying out in grief, so her tears didn’t stand out too much.

"I don’t know what my aunt and uncle were thinking; with your personality, you’re really not suited for Police Security. Better change professions sooner rather than later."

Tang Tang initially felt a bit sorry for her cousin crying so hard.

After a while, though, she discovered the girl was sneaking her tears and mucus onto her own clothing. She couldn’t help but retch in disgust.

She’s about to graduate and is still such a weakling; how is she going to perform her duties in the future?

"I don’t care, cousin, you’ve always been my role model, and I want to be a Flower King too."

Song Qiaoyi shamelessly sobbed and laughed at the same time, "I’m still not graduated yet, right? I’m still a student. For this internship, cousin, please be generous and help me get a high score.

It’d be great to have a few merits, so when I graduate, I could start as an Inspector."

Tang Tang’s face couldn’t maintain its usual coolness any longer, and she sighed in resignation.

"Get off me. When we get back, you’re washing these clothes."

"Hehe..."

Song Qiaoyi quickly agreed, the vigor returning to her, and she stopped crying, laughing as she replied, "I’ll wash them, I’ll wash them, not just the coat. I can even wash your underwear for you and make your husband envious."

"Qiao Qiao!"

Tang Tang raised her voice and her eyebrows bolt upright.

Her expression became slightly embarrassed, and a murderous look appeared in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, there’s no husband, see, I just can’t keep my mouth shut, I’m just talking nonsense."

Song Qiaoyi turned her head toward Zhou Ping’an, her eyes shining brightly, and suddenly remembering something, pulled out an exquisite wooden box from her small pack, "Officer Zhou, thank you for saving my life earlier. I don’t have much to offer in return, so, I can only offer my body..."

"Qiao Qiao, my Special Combat Squad is actually short of a toilet-cleaning auntie. It’d be perfect if you joined; we could even save on expenses."

Tang Tang quietly interjected from the side.

"Cleaning toilets?"

Song Qiaoyi was so scared that she recoiled and dared not speak foolishly anymore, quickly handing the wooden box to Zhou Ping’an.

"This is a pair of pistols that my cousin asked me to acquire in Linhai, from the same batch as her Silver Eagle.

But the recoil is too strong for most people to handle. Officer Zhou, you should have no problem with it."

"Then I won’t be polite."

Zhou Ping’an smiled and took the wooden box.

Upon opening it, indeed, there were a pair of golden pistols with a hint of sci-fi inside – almost twice the size of Tang Tang’s Silver Eagle Pistol.

They were quite heavy too, weighing seven or eight pounds each, made of some unknown material.

Holding them, they felt solid and substantial in his hands.

One didn’t even need to fire them to understand their power, just looking at the thick barrels and the two boxes of four hundred special bullets made the prowess of these weapons very clear.

"Good stuff."

Zhou Ping’an looked back at Tang Tang.

He knew that during their last mission together, he had taken a few extra glances at her Silver Eagle Double Guns, and his mentor had taken it to heart, going out of her way to entrust her cousin with the task of acquiring this pair of pistols.

Truth be told, the firepower of these Golden Eagle Pistols might not match that of his full-powered swings with Cang Yue’s precious blade.

But in some special situations, they’d be more useful.

They would also enhance his combat methods.

In most ordinary situations, they were more than adequate.

Their deterrent power was indeed formidable.

"Thank you for going through the trouble, mentor."

Zhou Ping’an wanted to say thanks.

Yet he felt that saying thank you at this moment might seem awkward, possibly upsetting Tang Tang.

He could only lightly utter a word of thanks for the hard work.

Thinking of his senior sister being in Dongjiang, shamelessly leveraging various connections, asking distant relatives and friends in Linhai to send him some good stuff, a hint of warmth surfaced in his heart.

"It’s just a small gesture, not very troublesome at all,"

Tang Tang said with a smile, shaking her head and lightly touching the hair beside her ear, with a pursed smile...

The sunlight on her face made her look exceptionally bright and peerless.

It made Song Qiaoyi stare in awe.

She thought to herself, "Of course, it’s not troublesome, as I’m the one hustling."

However, even if she had a low emotional quotient, she couldn’t say something that would kill the mood at this time.

She could only follow Tang Tang like an unobtrusive shadow, step by step.

Watching her cousin issue commands to escort the personnel back to the city.

The imposing manner made her heart burn with excitement.

...

"Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital? The damage from particle ray attacks on cells is enormous..."

"It’s fine, didn’t you say my acupuncture skills are good enough to be called ’godly hands’? A little injury like this can’t bother me."

Zhou Ping’an said with a smile, rejecting Tang Tang’s suggestion.

After handing over post-incident affairs and dealing with the media to his senior sister,

he drove the Third Group’s official car straight home.

The charred mark on the upper part of his left shoulder from the particle ray seemed superficial and not too serious.

But in actuality, an injury like this was difficult to deal with.

A fist-sized chunk of muscle tissue was completely necrotic.

Even the bone marrow cells suffered extensive damage from the rays.

Zhou Ping’an’s foundation was profound, his constitution extremely strong.

He could withstand such a loss, but after all, there was still damage; it would, to some extent, affect his strength.

His left arm’s flexibility was somewhat impacted.

After returning home, he hurriedly took a shower.

He then took out a box of needles from his space, removed a few silver needles as thin as hairs, and used the Impermanence Needle Technique to stimulate the vitality in his body, repairing the cell damage.

He could feel as his vitality was consumed, the injury was slowly healing.

The pace of recovery was still a bit slow.

He thought for a moment, and then pulled a few "carrots" from the black soil in that space, and ate them raw to supplement his Yuan Qi.

"At this rate, to fully recover my arm and restore it to its original state, I estimate it will take three acupuncture sessions and three days."

Feeling the speed of repair,

Zhou Ping’an frowned slightly...

It wasn’t that he felt the healing was too slow.

After all, with a fist-sized chunk of completely necrotic cells, which almost amounted to having an equivalent portion of muscle scooped out,

to fully regrow it,

three days was not only fast, but very fast.

What he felt was that the power of that streamlined green particle ray gun was too strong.

Perhaps, in the modern world, development in terms of human enhancement isn’t as advanced as the evolution of Martial Arts in Another World.

But in terms of technology and lethality, it really shouldn’t be underestimated.

Without a doubt,

this particle ray gun’s technology was obtained from the scramble for the Landis Ruins.

No one knows just how many formidable technologies are hidden within that vast ruin.

It is said,

the Landis Empire excelled in physical transformation and mind control.

Straightforward weapons were not considered particularly high-end for them.

But even without specialization in weaponry, they unexpectedly developed particle ray guns.

And this type of weapon didn’t even represent the most cutting-edge of their technologies.

Just imagine, if a remote relative of the Zhao Family, Zhao Shirong, could get his hands on such a weapon, how high-end could it possibly be?

The most central weapons, those secret trump cards, must be much more formidable.

If weapon development has reached such a level,

then what might the capabilities and horrors be of the body transformation and mind control technologies uncovered from the Landis Ruins, fields the empire specialized in?

Zhou Ping’an, lacking better sources of information, could not come up with an imagination for what exactly they might entail.

He could only quietly remind himself.

To not be overconfident,

and to be more cautious.