Jiang Che: Woof Woof

"What???"

Wang Yanran was utterly stunned, her entire body frozen in shock.

"Anti-Qi bullet coating? Just applying this to bullets can ignore the protective Qi of ancient martial artists?"

"Exactly. With this coating, even a small handgun can easily pierce through a Grandmaster's defensive aura. A regular cop wouldn’t have to fear a martial arts master anymore—true equality for all."

Jiang Che's smile deepened as he scooted closer to Wang Yanran, reducing the distance between them to almost zero.

Wang Yanran didn’t recoil, still too shocked to react.

"Yanran-jie, there’s also this ‘Equalizer Device.’ It emits a special frequency of infrasound waves that disrupts the internal energy flow of martial artists. It’s especially effective against those below the master level. So, tempted yet?"

Jiang Che leaned in further, his grin carrying a hint of mischief.

"I am..." Wang Yanran blurted out instinctively before her face flushed crimson.

"Ugh! You little brat, trying to trick me, huh? Who’d be tempted by you?"

Jiang Che looked baffled. "Yanran-jie... I wasn’t tricking you. What are you talking about? Or... do you have a guilty conscience? Could it be... you’ve already fallen for me?"

Wang Yanran clenched her fists. "You wish!"

Despite her embarrassment, she didn’t outright reject him. She just rolled her eyes and ignored his restless hands.

"Enough joking around. Jiang Che, be serious with me... Are these things real? Do they actually work?"

Wang Yanran’s expression turned grave.

"Dragon Country has paid a heavy price trying to regulate martial artists. If these tools are real, the law’s grip on them would tighten significantly—especially lately, with so many rogue martial artists popping up out of nowhere."

Jiang Che chuckled. "Yanran-jie, do you really think I’d lie about something this important?"

Wang Yanran fell silent, studying him carefully.

"Aren’t you afraid the martial world will come after you for this?"

After all, Jiang Che’s inventions would essentially slap shackles on every martial artist.

What good is being a lofty master if a tiny handgun can take you down? The entire martial world would want him dead.

"Heh, no need to scare me, Yanran-jie. Dragon Country’s higher-ups never planned to wipe out martial artists. With the nation’s resources, crushing them all wouldn’t be harder than putting down a rebellion."

"What really bothers you are the unruly ones—just like the law only binds criminals."

Wang Yanran nodded. Jiang Che wasn’t wrong.

Why were martial artists such a headache for the police? Because some mediocre, self-important freelancers thought their skills put them above the law.

Most were just Dark Force Martial Artists—too strong to take down hand-to-hand, but too weak to justify shooting.

Grandmasters had already been recruited by the state, and a few pacified masters kept the rest in line. Even the strongest didn’t dare make a move—because showing off meant instant annihilation.

But Jiang Che’s ‘Equalizer Device’ could effectively suppress low-level martial artists.

Mass-produce these, equip every police station nationwide, and any martial artist within a six-mile radius would be reduced to an ordinary person. Public safety would skyrocket.

"Xiao Che, I believe you. This is too important... I need to tell my dad first, then report it to the provincial bureau."

Wang Yanran’s expression grew even more serious. She knew the stakes.

But Jiang Che suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist. "Yanran-jie, I just handed you a game-changer—betrayed the entire martial world for you. Don’t I deserve a reward?"

Wang Yanran blinked, then crossed her arms. Even in her police uniform, her ample curves strained against the fabric—thankfully, the uniform was sturdy, or the buttons would’ve flown off long ago.

"What kind of reward do you want?"

"Anything you give me, I’ll take!" Jiang Che smirked, oozing shameless charm.

Wang Yanran glanced at her watch and raised an eyebrow.

"It’s past seven. Come home with me."

Without another word, she headed to her car.

Jiang Che: "???"

Was his police-officer crush always this bold?

Following her, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being led around like a puppy.

No way! Must be his imagination!

Even if he was a dog, he was a wolf—one that bites back!

Still, he trailed after her with a grin.

"Yanran-jie, you can have your way with me tonight. I won’t make a sound."

Jiang Che buckled himself into the passenger seat eagerly. In front of Officer Wang, he was a model citizen—though he never wore seatbelts otherwise.

Wang Yanran burst out laughing at his antics. "You really are like a dog!"

"Woof woof~" Jiang Che barked, his grin widening.

She sighed. When had he become such a little menace?

As kids playing house, he’d been shy and awkward, blushing at the slightest touch. She’d even dressed him in her skirts back then.

Who’d have thought he’d grow up into a playboy?

...

Wang Yanran’s place was a spacious single apartment, impeccably tidy.

"Hmph. What, not big enough for you? Not as fancy as your ‘golden villa’ full of girls?"

She flicked her hair. "I’m not stepping foot in that place."

"What a shame. You could’ve met some lovely sisters." Jiang Che feigned disappointment.

"Keep talking, and I’ll gift you a pair of silver bracelets. That’s called ‘group indecency,’ you know."

Wang Yanran pouted, waving a pair of handcuffs threateningly.

"Ranran-jie, do you really think cuffs can hold a peak-level master?"

"But hey, keep them handy. They’ll come in useful later."

Wang Yanran: "..."

This guy had no shame!

And she couldn’t even do anything about it.

"Yanran-jie, I’ll cook first. A feast—gotta fuel up for the night!"

"Order anything. I can make it all. That’s how good I am."

It wasn’t arrogance. With his SSS-tier divine culinary skills, Jiang Che had mastered over a hundred thousand dishes from every cuisine in history.