Chapter 23: The Hierarchy of Shame

Resentment from Kang Tiansheng +999...

Heihei frowned slightly.

Why is Kang Tiansheng resentful toward him?

And when will this wretched system be fixed?

He was a little speechless. The next moment, Kang Tiansheng and the middle-aged man with the exploding hairstyle appeared before him, both grinning at Heihei.

Kang Tiansheng reached out to pat Heihei on the shoulder, but his hand passed right through Heihei’s body.

Resentment from Kang Tiansheng +666...

Heihei looked at him speechlessly. What was this guy doing?

“You win.” Kang Tiansheng smiled as he withdrew his hand, his face twitching slightly. He absentmindedly placed his hand on his own shoulder and massaged it.

Heihei was at a loss. Was Kang Tiansheng trying to attack him just now?

Did all those attacks bounce back onto him?

A real wolf in sheep’s clothing!

Heihei didn’t dare revert to his original state. He was worried the other would suddenly attack him again.

He realized this state was rather advantageous. Others couldn’t touch him, but he could convert the force of their attacks into counterattacks.

If he combined it with invisibility, wouldn’t he become a ghost?

Could he walk through walls?

Heihei was a little tempted to try.

The explosive-haired man extended a hand to Heihei. “Nice to meet you. I’m the chief of the Earth Immortal Police Department. You can call me Old Tile—like a roof tile.”

Heihei also reached out. Old Tile felt Heihei’s hand touch his own.

He tried to grasp it, but caught nothing but air.

Resentment from Tile +9999...

What a generous person! Such a big gift upon our first meeting.

Tile? Why not just call yourself Roof Tile?

Heihei wanted to laugh, but managed to hold it in.

Though the other still noticed, he didn’t laugh out loud.

This was the third-level power of the manual: you could touch the other, but they couldn’t touch you.

These two big shots, usually so imperious, who would have thought they’d be so embarrassed in front of a rookie?

Old Tile composed himself and said, “I don’t care what you were before; now that you’ve joined the police, you’d better obey our rules. Don’t think anyone will cover for you if you break the law. Under my watch, whoever dares commit crimes will meet a terrible end—no exceptions.”

Heihei silently clicked his tongue. Was this chief trying to put him in his place?

No matter, you don’t know my real identity anyway.

Old Tile continued: “Don’t get any ideas. Our strength is greater than you can imagine. If you’re bold, you can try to challenge us.”

With that, he looked at Heihei.

Heihei put on an innocent expression.

Old Tile snapped his fingers, and all the arms Heihei had shattered just now instantly returned to normal. Kang Tiansheng beckoned, and they all flew back into his body.

Suddenly, Heihei’s body felt heavy, and he was startled.

A strong hand pressed down on his shoulder. Looking up, it wasn’t Kang Tiansheng, but Tile.

“Young man, there’s always a higher mountain. Don’t get carried away,” Tile whispered.

Heihei was stunned. This man didn’t play fair!

Was the manual’s power really so weak?

Was this chief even stronger than Kang Tiansheng?

“Don’t bother thinking about it,” Kang Tiansheng laughed. “It’s useless. Tile is at River-level. You’re just a little water droplet—you can’t win.”

What was that?

Was this power hierarchy a bit too careless?

A water droplet versus a great river?

That’s a huge gap.

No, these divisions really aren’t elegant. Why can’t they be like others—Fighter God, Fighter Emperor... So cool.

No matter how strong you are, when you introduce yourself as “I’m the Great River,” not only is there no intimidation, but outsiders might die laughing.

What is this, a comedy act?

Forget it, there’s no use fussing; it’s not as if I get to name them.

Kang Tiansheng and Tile looked at Heihei with satisfaction, thinking Old Tile had used his strength to subdue him, and that Heihei must be regretting his arrogance.

Who would have guessed he was actually embarrassed by the naming of the power levels.

No matter how strong he was, he wouldn’t mention it.

Great sea, great river—who cares.

Heihei snapped out of his thoughts as everyone outside gathered around him. Their attitude was completely different from before; gone was the previous disdain.

“Amazing! You’re so fast—your body is the best camouflage!”

“You can turn invisible—if we go on a mission, you can tail suspects in broad daylight!”

“What kind of ability is that? When someone hits you, you can hit back? That’s just too overpowered!”

“And that thing we heard about earlier—making the other lose consciousness for a short time. Tao Yong experienced it just now. He said even if it was just a clone, he passed out for a while.”

“That’s terrifying. Xuan Hai, do you have any other abilities?”

“Ahem...” Kang Tiansheng coughed twice. “Guys, don’t get carried away. Xuan Hai just has a few more tricks for a water droplet. The rest of you—sprinkler, hose level—don’t go prying.”

“Chief Kang, aren’t you at the Star River level? And you still can’t do anything to a water droplet?” Tao Yong’s clone laughed.

“When did I become Star River level? Tao Yong, just wait—I’m coming to empty your comic book collection later.”

Tao Yong’s expression changed dramatically. He quickly smiled apologetically. “Sorry, Chief. You’re not Star River level, you’re just a cute little water droplet. And about those comics you borrowed last time, a lot of them are out of print. Could you return a few first?”

“No way.”

Tao Yong’s clone clung to Kang Tiansheng and acted cute.

The others were eagerly discussing how Heihei’s abilities could be used in real combat, and Old Tile joined in, the conversation lively.

Heihei, however, wasn’t listening.

Sprinkler, hose level?

What nonsense!

This was too embarrassing.

Heihei could no longer take these ability users seriously.

He quietly slipped away from the crowd and headed for the exit. Wang Meng was leaning against the corridor wall outside; there was no sign of Zhang Wu or Chen Yang.

He hadn’t seen them inside either.

“Team Leader Wang.” Heihei nodded at Wang Meng and left.

Wang Meng caught up, walking beside him.

“Do you need something, Team Leader?”

“We’re on night duty,” Wang Meng said flatly.

“Oh!” Heihei nodded, almost having forgotten. With everything that happened today, he’d nearly blown his head off and forgotten his main job.

Heihei went downstairs and was about to head to the main hall when Wang Meng stopped him.

“You need to change into your uniform.” Wang Meng rarely spoke much, making him somewhat unique in this police station.

“Which floor is the changing room?” When Heihei arrived today, someone had thrown him this long robe, so he’d copied them and draped it over himself, never realizing it wasn’t the real uniform.

Wang Meng moved closer, and Heihei warily took two steps back.

“Don’t worry, I can’t attack you.”

Heihei remembered: the power of the Oath Stone had bound the four of them.

Wang Meng pressed a button on the inside of Heihei’s robe, and the garment wrapped around him. In the next instant, it transformed into a police uniform: slacks, a blue shirt, black jacket, leather shoes, belt, police cap, and a stainless steel watch on his wrist. Everything fit perfectly.

“The switch is on your watch, the lower button. You can use it when tracking suspects, though with your invisibility, you probably won’t need it. The top button lets you communicate with our team, defaulting to the four of us. If you double-tap, you’ll reach headquarters’ operator; they can connect you. For temporary changes to traffic signals or requesting up to thirty regular officers for backup, you have clearance...”

Wang Meng explained at length, and Heihei quietly committed it all to memory.

From today, he had a new job. But the person staying here was named Xuan Hai, a big, dark, fat man. He set a goal for himself: once he uncovered the real culprit in Uncle Liu’s case, he’d leave. He couldn’t stay more than a month.