Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 312 - 279: Be Calm in the Face of Important Events

Chapter 312: Chapter 279: Be Calm in the Face of Important Events

Zhou Ping’an walked ahead, not even bothering to take a car, with two pistols hanging at his waist and carrying a long sword on his back.

He was only dressed in a summer police security uniform, not even wearing a bulletproof vest.

"Aren’t you taking too many risks by going like this?"

Roger followed behind, his face twisted as if he had been holding in a bowel movement for an hour, restless, looking around here and there.

He couldn’t help but worry.

He had truly experienced the pain caused by those "Sword Qi" inside his body.

If the lesson hadn’t been deeply learned at the time.

Later on, this man known as the computer expert of the Sky Hawk Alliance had seriously consulted many sources.

Especially in a novel called "Zhenlong Court" dedicated to Sword Qi, he found an answer that terrified him.

He discovered that the book mentioned Sword Qi entering acupoints, related to the Five Organs.

The Five Organs and Five Qi prosper and wane, forming a balance of life and death cycles, which usually doesn’t cause any issues.

But if the Sword Qi were to go out of control, it would immediately disrupt the balance and cause the Five Organs to collapse.

Yet, what Zhou Ping’an had said seemed to be true—hospital instruments couldn’t find any foreign object in his body at all.

Yes, his actions weren’t being controlled.

After receiving several hits from the Sword Qi, Zhou Ping’an felt confident enough to let him walk around freely, without worrying that he might try to escape.

Roger secretly went to the First People’s Hospital for a check-up.

After seeing the results, he finally gave up.

Because although the imaging results showed that everything was normal.

He could still feel a faint sense of swelling at the locations of the acupoints, and it was very painful to the touch.

This wasn’t just a psychological shadow or an illusion.

It was real.

So.

He could only pray that Officer Zhou, blessed with good fortune, would always have smooth sailing, and not get killed.

Otherwise, if he died, he himself would also die.

And it would be an unbearably painful death.

In a sense, the two of them had genuinely achieved a bond of "life and death together," though it was a one-sided influence.

As long as Zhou Ping’an was alive, he might live, but if Zhou Ping’an died, he was certain to die.

How could he not be concerned?

At this moment, he wished he could just spill all the information, everything he knew, in the hope that it might increase Zhou Ping’an’s chances of survival.

"Are you very scared?"

Zhou Ping’an could clearly sense the unease in Roger’s heart.

Even the sweat soaking through his shirt on his back was perceptible.

It had already dampened his undershirt.

"I’m just worried that if you, Officer Zhou, get injured, it wouldn’t be good. You’re still young, with a bright future ahead of you to enjoy life; why take the risk?"

Roger grimaced.

He’d never admit that he was truly scared.

Your life or death isn’t important; the key is not to drag me down with you, damn it.

Those words, he simply couldn’t say.

The brain behind the Nightingale Team, ranked seventy-nine on the Black List, needed to save face too.

"Taking a risk?"

Zhou Ping’an tilted his head, pondering for a moment, feeling that there was some truth in Roger’s words.

He waved his hand and said, "Sister, the people you’re leading don’t need to come any closer. Since Roger is so scared, those guys might not be easy to deal with. Just follow at a distance, as far back as possible.

Huh, why did you bring her along for today’s operation?"

Zhou Ping’an noticed among the dozen elite team members behind him, there was one with a petite figure and a very different demeanor.

Looking closely, he recognized her.

Wasn’t that Tang Tang’s little cousin, Song Qiaoqiao?

"Cousin..." When Song Qiaoqiao saw that Zhou Ping’an recognized her, she excitedly started to lift her helmet to greet him, but before she could speak, Tang Tang, quick as lightning, covered her mouth.

She gave her a stern look.

Clearly, she understood what her unreliable little cousin was about to call Zhou Ping’an.

"Huff huff... it’s so hot, I’m sweating."

Seeing her cousin’s expression, Song Qiaoqiao settled down and didn’t say anything more.

Tang Tang then felt reassured and smiled, "This girl doesn’t know the seriousness of the situation. She came to Dongjiang for an internship and was initially given a clerical task, and by completing it and getting the required signatures, it would have been done.

But she refused, complaining the work wasn’t exciting enough and pestered me every day to participate in major cases. She also said that if I didn’t take her along, she would go on her own to visit and investigate the various streets of Dongjiang."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping’an instantly understood Tang Tang’s difficulty.

The sister in the face of criminals was relentless and fearless.

But when dealing with her own family, especially this little cousin with whom she had played and fought since childhood, she really couldn’t be harsh.

Being too stern would cause her own heartache.

If you hit too lightly, it doesn’t itch or hurt, and it’s of no use.

"Fine, have her and Roger follow and help out."

Want to get involved in big cases and see the world? Weren’t you thrilled enough when that ferocious beast attacked us on the road?

Zhou Ping’an gave Song Qiao Qiao a curious look.

He had not noticed that this petite young lady actually liked thrills.

Fortunately, she was strictly controlled at home. If she had been born in an ordinary family, who knows, she might have been dragged out to blow up the streets with some punk.

"That settles it then. Keep your distance, sis. I’m afraid they won’t dare to show up if there are too many of us. Roger, Song Qiao Qiao, follow me."

Zhou Ping’an didn’t say much else.

Up ahead was Xingfu Street, where there was a wonton shop that suited his taste perfectly.

The wontons there had thin skins and were generously filled with meat, delicious and refreshing.

After his morning exercises, Zhou Ping’an would always come here for two bowls.

He never worried about not getting a seat...

Because the wonton shop was open all day, and the diligent lady boss opened its doors at six in the morning and worked until nine at night.

With a "whenever you come, there’s always a meal, mom is always there" approach.

...

The number of viewers in the live stream was increasing, although nothing had happened so far.

However, it seemed they were affected by the seriousness in Zhou Ping’an’s eyes. These viewers sharply started to call their friends over and advertise everywhere.

In just half an hour,

the live stream had already reached 150,000 viewers.

Just watching Zhou Ping’an chat, fart around, and enjoy the scenery as he walked.

There weren’t even many comments in the feed.

[Look at that woman, she looks fierce. Is she an assassin?]

A viewer uneasily commented.

[I think that big fat guy with the powerful arm muscles is in danger. Officer Zhou, be careful.]

[The guy above is paranoid, seeing an assassin in everybody. Dongjiang may not have the best public order, but people don’t just attack the police in the street, right?]

[I guess the host is trying to find a gimmick to attract us to watch the live stream, probably no real assassin. A billion bounty, how much money is that?]

"Heh, they’ve got their own conversation going."

Zhou Ping’an glanced at the live stream and didn’t bother with it.

With over a hundred thousand watching, the number of likes was pitiful.

As for the Wishful Thought Power threads, those were even rarer, about twenty to one ratio.

Twenty likes might yield one heartfelt admiration and respect, which was pretty good.

This also proved that many people shout loudly without meaning it, but very few are willing to truly give something of themselves.

Even if it’s trust they don’t know they’re giving.

Regarding this, Zhou Ping’an didn’t really have a solution either.

The human heart is peculiar; you never know when something will resonate...

Not to mention online, even in daily life, long-term interactions don’t necessarily earn trust and respect.

Especially in an era where belief is generally lost, only money and oneself are trusted.

"Here."

The waitress brought over the wontons. In a celadon bowl, green onion bits floated on the surface, emitting waft after waft of rich fragrance that made Zhou Ping’an’s mouth water.

He didn’t care that the broth was still hot and eagerly devoured the delicious food.

Having stayed in a Different World for a long time, he missed the food of modern society even more.

After all, although he was wealthy and held a high status in Qingyang City, with many servants to do his bidding,

the scarcity of spices and Qingyang City not being a big place made finding a skilled chef difficult, so the food situation was somewhat unsatisfactory.

Tasting a mouthful of authentic hometown flavor, he couldn’t help but feel ravenous.

"...Big Brother Zhou, are we just here for breakfast?"

Watching Zhou Ping’an enjoy his meal,

Song Qiao Qiao was a bit flabbergasted, wanting to order a bowl for herself but worried it might mess up the plan.

She also noticed that the blonde foreigner sitting not too far away was sipping free tea with a worried expression, having not ordered any food.

"Yeah, why else would I come to a restaurant if not to eat breakfast?"

Zhou Ping’an replied without looking up.

"I get it, you must be retracing your usual route to lure the snake out of the hole, right?

If those assassins are familiar with your daily routine, they would wait for you along the paths you normally take."

Song Qiao Qiao was convinced she had discovered some great secret and took another look at the wonton shop.

"No, I’m just hungry,"

Zhou Ping’an mercilessly dismissed Song Qiao Qiao’s words.

Looking at her somewhat unconvinced expression, he chuckled, "Actually, I already know where those assassins are.

But since we’re about to fight, I’ve got to eat my fill before we start, right?"