Chapter 290: Chapter 290

As the capital city of the province, Jiang City was bustling daily, but beneath the prosperity lay a darkness that was hard to eradicate.

Everyone had long been suspicious of the elusive mastermind behind the scenes, but they never managed to get conclusive evidence, and the mastermind’s slippery nature meant several operations had already failed.

This time was no different.

Originally, they thought they could expose the mastermind, but just when success seemed within reach, their attention was diverted once more.

By the time they realized it, there was nothing left to investigate.

One or two months of effort ended up in vain once again.

Chu River was well aware of this, but her method of investigation was inevitably unspeakable. Now, she thought for a moment and spoke.

"Stop thinking about it. Since we have nothing else to do, why not have a fight?"

The nearby park was empty due to the rain, and the two chose a patch of open ground, starting right there in the rain.

It had to be said, Fang Zhou’s metrics were truly outstanding.

Whether in learning ability, reaction speed, or physical condition, he far surpassed the average person.

Moreover, he had been through professional training for many years, continuously diligent, with an excellent foundation.

Over a month ago, he learned new moves from Chu River and had never neglected them.

The combat prowess honed in life-and-death struggles had never waned.

Nowadays, being called a human weapon truly fit him.

Only with Fang Zhou at this level of ability, when Chu River suppressed her ability to fight him, did it become a thoroughly exhilarating battle.

Despite the cold, heavy rain, as they exchanged blows, the two felt the warmth of battle spirit all over.

Fang Zhou felt particularly confident—

"Now, my skills should count as top-tier—except for the gap with you."

Human limits, without the amplification of spiritual power, naturally still had a distance.

Chu River laughed, casually grabbing a handful of small decorative stones from the grass.

"Can you dodge bullets?"

During the new recruit training period, spiritual power had to be locked.

When Fang Zhou returned home with a bruised and swollen face, he looked particularly miserable.

The fresh scab on his forehead was just forming, while blood was still flowing under his nose. Check latest chapters at novel•fire.net

He hurriedly stuffed a wad of tissue in, while carefully tending to the wounds scattered across his body.

His previously cold and stern appearance was nowhere to be seen, instead, he grimaced in pain, colorful and ridiculous like a fool.

His mother, Liu Yushu, walked in and couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

"What mission did you go on this time?"

How did he end up in such a state? Was her son’s ability declining?

"No." Fang Zhou responded concisely, "I just met up with Chu River, had a fight, it’s all just superficial wounds."

Could a fight end up ?

The other party is just a young girl, don’t end up making her cry and breaking up over it, huh.

Yet, faced with his mother’s skepticism, Fang Zhou seemed to take pride in it: "She’s fine, not a single hair on her head was touched, I couldn’t beat her."

He said with a smile on his face, accidentally causing his nose to bleed again, so he quickly tilted his head back and stuffed another wad of tissue.

Thus he couldn’t see the complicated look in his mother’s eyes behind him.

——You can’t beat your girlfriend, and you’re actually proud of it.

If you had just told her you liked this kind of rough type, why did she, as your mother, even worry before?

They truly are a perfect match.

Once the nosebleed was finally cleaned up, Fang Zhou turned on the computer to receive the so-called "surprise" from Chu River.

It was a surveillance video.

A very ordinary surveillance video.

The video was on the edge of an alley, the heavy rain somewhat blurring it, but it was clear enough to see the people.

On this deserted road, a taxi stopped after a while.

A girl wearing a skirt ran through the rain, finally stopping by a trash can.

Fang Zhou’s gaze hardened.

He could tell—there was someone there.