"Are you alright?"
Hearing the concerned voice of He Zhan, Wu Liang discreetly concealed his smile, feigning a startled look, and said, "I’m fine... Thank you."
The appearance of the teapot fragnts shifted the attention inside the building once again.
Quickly calling people over to take Wu Liang for a psychological assessnt, He Zhan turned around and went back upstairs.
"After the assessnt, please leave through the right-hand corridor. Thank you for your cooperation." Hearing the guidance from the police, Wu Liang nodded in response and glanced at the office building again.
He underwent the psychological assessnt for ten minutes.
He Zhan never ca out from inside the building.
After all, there were few traces of the fight left in the restroom, and the one who dropped the fragnts was actually another Fierce Ghost. After throwing them, the Oil Paper Umbrella also returned to the Ghost Compendium and disappeared.
The so-called traces were just a little bit of clue Wu Liang left for the Official Awakened.
This was just a temporary plan he thought of; he didn’t expect it to necessarily attract official attention.
It was purely a test to gauge the official’s investigation abilities. After all, if their investigation ability was weak, it would be better to take matters into his own hands.
Compared to this, he was more interested in a female colleague from a certain TV station.
Thinking of this, Wu Liang glanced at the woman preparing to leave with a black handbag slung over her shoulder, not far away.
It was precisely the woman who had bumped into him upon entering the TV station.
There was sothing about her that Wu Liang wanted to figure out.
"Before the building was isolated, she seed to have discovered the presence of a Fierce Ghost. If it hadn’t been for that bump with , she might’ve really left the building. How did she manage that?"
Could this person be an Awakened too?
Yet the reactions of the surrounding official personnel and police seed to indicate that nobody knew of her extraordinary nature.
After the assessnt, Wu Liang followed the woman and left the area together.
Watching her enter the subway entrance, Wu Liang pondered for a mont before entering the subway as well.
While sitting on the train, she remained in her state of post-shock and fright, not even noticing her slightly open front exposing an ample view ahead.
Let alone noticing the little thug sitting beside her, looking at her ever since he got on the train, and slowly inching closer with a lecherous gaze.
Wu Liang kept observing from the side without giving any reminders to the woman.
He wanted to know whether she was pretending the whole ti or was truly terrified to the point of distraction.
An Awakened shouldn’t be so fragile, right?
Whoosh—
Accompanied by the subway’s rapid howl, three stations passed in the blink of an eye.
The increasing crowd made the compartnt more crowded.
Taking advantage of this, the little thug drew closer to the woman, and seeing how she was completely oblivious, his eager hands seed poised to act more boldly.
Closer—closer—ever closer!
"Oh, forget it. Such privileges should remain in the ti-stopping scenes of action movies."
Just as the thug’s hand was about to touch her slender leg wrapped in black silk, Wu Liang grasped it, uttering incomprehensible words.
"Ah! What the hell are you doing! Let go!"
The thug imdiately cried out in pain, shouting at Wu Liang.
He desperately tried to retract his hand, only to find it clasped firmly like an iron claw, refusing to budge.
The sudden action instantly drew the attention of those around them.
The woman finally regained her senses, realizing what the thug was attempting just now, and her eyes imdiately revealed a look of disgust, shuffling herself further to the side.
"I said let go of ! You bastard!" The thug panicked under the increasingly sharp gazes from those around, beginning to spew curses indiscriminately.
He even swung his other hand towards Wu Liang, attempting to break free.
Unfortunately, Wu Liang’s expression remained unchanged in the face of such juvenile punches.
A slight increase in grip strength saw the thug painfully drop to the ground, seeking rcy, almost teary-eyed.
"Next ti you intend to act out of lust, consider if such actions are suitable on your mother before acting it out." Wu Liang’s tone was as icy as a polar wind.
He released the thug only after dislocating his wrist.
Coincidentally, the subway reached a station, and the thug hurriedly scrambled out, fleer in tow.
The heavy blow instantly sparked applause from those around.
"Thank... thank you..." The woman, head lowered, whispered timid thanks, feeling uncomfortable under the gaze of others.
Wu Liang simply plopped down beside her, flashing a radiant smile, and said, "No need to thank , just consider it a return for your kindness in warning to leave at the TV station."
Upon hearing this, the woman’s eyes imdiately flashed the image of the young man who bumped into her when she tried to leave.
"Ah! So it’s you!" She exclaid in surprise.
"I’m Wu Liang, Liang as in conscience, and you?"
Upon Wu Liang’s introduction, the woman promptly replied, "Jiang Min, pleased to et you. Really, thank you for just now. After going through such a thing, I was truly scared and sowhat disoriented..."
Realizing they had crossed paths and were similarly trapped in a supernatural event, Jiang Min’s manner was noticeably friendlier than before.
Yet after exchanging pleasantries, she scrutinized Wu Liang’s face, expressing so doubt, "Wu Liang, you’re not from the TV station, are you? I’ve been working there for five years but have never seen you."
"I just graduated today, intended to interview with a recomndation letter from my instructor. Naturally, you wouldn’t have seen ."
Wu Liang said, while pulling the recomndation letter from his pocket for her to see, clearing her doubts.
But to his surprise, Jiang Min briefly scanned the letter’s contents before asking sowhat oddly, "Are you a student of Zhang Wei?"
"Hmm? Sister Jiang, do you know my instructor?" This step caught Wu Liang unprepared, genuinely surprised.
Upon his question, Jiang Min’s expression beca even more peculiar, replying slightly awkwardly, "Uh... sort of. She and I were college roommates."
Though they were college roommates, what does ’sort of’ acquaintance an? Having lived in the sa dorm throughout college, could they be strangers?
ntioning the instructor made her tone and expression so strange, leaving only one possibility...
"Sister Jiang... you wouldn’t have a conflict with my instructor, and she’s deliberately assigned to work under you, right?"
Recalling the many troubles he caused for the instructor in college, yet she excitedly wrote him a recomndation letter upon graduation.
Wu Liang suddenly realized the source of the prior incongruity.
"Well... a minor conflict. I thought Zhang Wei had died after encountering a supernatural event, really unfortunate." Jiang Min said shyly, lowered head.
Words of stunning impact!
Wu Liang stiffened entirely upon hearing this.
Wishing for her demise outright, how is that a minor conflict?
What kind of crazy instructor did he have! What did she do to make Jiang Min hate her so much! Isn’t this pushing him into the fire pit?
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