Chapter 130: Zhang Wei’s plot Armor: Bad Luck Halo?
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Chapter 130 Zhang Wei's plot Armor: Bad Luck Halo?
Zhang Wei settled himself in Leng Yan's Audi R8, allowing her to drive them towards the PSB headquarters. Ye Feng was suspected of being a terrorist and had been apprehended by the bureau, in the downtown.
Tang Shen quickly gave orders to Ma Cheng to drive and follow them, determined not to loose sight of them.
Unbeknownst to everyone involved, there was a blonde woman discreetly observing the scene, listening in on their conversation. Her eyes held a mix of intrigue and confusion. "Zhang Wei is a secret agent...?" she murmured to herself.
Wu Xue couldn't shake the feeling that she had suddenly been transported inside a novel, where Zhang Wei was the main character.
The intrigue and suspense surrounding the situation seemed straight out of a thrilling novel plot.
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[Host, your bloodline is overwhelming you; you were far too aggressive earlier], the system suddenly spoke, concern evident in its voice, as Zhang Wei flung open the windows to let out the smoke.
His eyebrows shot up, and he retorted, 'It's fine. Yes, my bloodline was activated, but I maintained control. If I didn't act like that, everyone would see me as an easy target. Didn't you notice Zhu Yu hesitating to release Tang Shen and the others? But the moment I glared at him, not a word escaped his trembling lips!'
A surge of power coursed through Zhang Wei as he greedily inhaled, trying to steady his racing emotions.
The intense rush was both exhilarating and unnerving.
This was a gamble like no other, never in his wildest dreams did he imagine openly beating a police officer. But this was just the beginning.
If anyone dare stood in his way, it wouldn't be long before he eradicated anyone who dared offend him.
[Host, you are going too far! Don't let the allure of power consume you], the system cautioned, but Zhang Wei only smiled faintly, undeterred.
'What good is power if I can't wield it, system? Do you think I am acting recklessly? But if I allow mere mortals to trample over me, what sets the present me apart from the past?' his words dripped with calm determination.
The system remained silent, unable to offer any response.
Zhang Wei was absolutely correct in his assessment.
He was using his powers, unlike many others who possessed immense strength but refrained from utilizing it, choosing instead to maintain an illusion of humility.
But Zhang Wei desired more; he refused to be restrained by such notions. Was he wrong for wanting to embrace his power?
In reality, the concept of right and wrong often depends on the size of one's fist. At present, the government's fist loomed larger than that of ordinary individuals like Zhang Wei, granting them the authority to dictate the rules that governed his life.
The true power of a nation does not lie solely in its trade or commerce; rather, it lies in the strength and might of its military forces. The country with the most formidable army holds the position of dominance in this world.
In this moment, Zhang Wei found himself presented with an opportunity. Why should he let it slip away? He had the chance to seize control and reshape his destiny in a world where might makes right.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Zhang Wei, a small and sinister black mist infiltrated the car, silently observing his actions and eavesdropping on his conversations with the system.
"Mere mortals...? How interesting. Does he truly believe he has become a god?" a whisper emanated from the eerie voice within the mist.
These words, however, remained unheard by anyone else.
As Leng Yan drove towards the bureau, she couldn't help but cast a disapproving glance at Zhang Wei, her sigh carrying the weight of exasperation.
"Do you have any inkling of the trouble you've dragged us into?" she suddenly spoke, her tone tinged with frustration.
Perplexed, Zhang Wei furrowed his brows and retorted, "What trouble have I caused? They attacked me first." He couldn't help but wonder if Leng Yan had conveniently forgotten her own defeat and required further training.
Leng Yan, refusing to be swayed by his argument, continued, "Let me remind you. First, you stirred up trouble near the warehouse at the ports. Then you became entangled in that explosion, further exacerbating the chaos in this city. We already have a serial killer on the loose and news of a possible terrorist attack spreading like wildfire. And now, because of today's incident, the front of the Lin Group headquarters has turned into a deadly battleground!"
Zhang Wei merely smiled, closing his eyes as Leng Yan recounted his supposed misdeeds.
However, his interest was piqued as she mentioned the serial killer, who had been systematically taking the lives of women each day, arranging their bodies into a gruesome and terrifying art piece.
'What could be the motive behind such a act?' he pondered, a curious spark igniting within him.
Leng Yan continued venting her frustrations, seemingly unable to contain her exasperation. "And on top of everything, you even managed to involve the NSA. Do you even comprehend the amount of trouble you've caused, not just for yourself, but for Mei as well?"
Zhang Wei, caught off guard, sat up straight, his confusion evident on his face. "I involved the NSA?" he questioned, seeking clarification.
Raising her eyebrows, Leng Yan confirmed, "Yes, you did. Do you recall our former neighbor, Rong Meili?"
Zhang Wei nodded slowly. "What about her?"
Leng Yan proceeded to explain, "Well, it turns out that the new neighbors who moved in after she died included an NSA spy. And this spy detected traces of leftover spiritual energy in your apartment."
Surprised, Zhang Wei interjected, "What?"
Leng Yan continued, "Not only that, if it wasn't for Mei's interference, the NSA would have launched a full investigation. She created a false ID to cover for you, even though she refused to give it to you, fearing that you might misuse it... And based on recent events, it seems she was right."
Zhang Wei abruptly interrupted, his tone firm, "Enough! Was this NSA spy someone who holds a princess title in their home country?" he asked, recalling Yu Lei's mention of such a person.
Shaking her head, Leng Yan clarified, "No, she's not a princess. But for now, I strongly advise against antagonizing any country. Mei's protection for you won't last forever, and if you continue causing trouble like this, she'll be forced to leave the country."
Zhang Wei pretended not to hear Leng Yan's warning and instead questioned, "So, what was that NSA spy doing in my neighborhood? Could it be that they were spying on me?"
Leng Yan frowned, contemplating the possibility, but eventually shook her head. "You're a Cultivator. Even if you cause trouble, they wouldn't dispatch the NSA. At most, the Martial Arts Association would handle the situation. The NSA consists of seven squads, and you have been placed under the Mystic Division, which specializes in dealing with threats to the country posed by individuals with mystical powers. However, as a temporary agent, you don't need to concern yourself with the details or undertake any missions for them. Even if someone approaches you in the future, just deny them."
Zhang Wei nodded, the idea of taking on missions for someone else not appealing to him. 'Why would I work for them if there's nothing in it for me? Am I their dog?' he thought to himself.
But regardless of his reluctance, he couldn't help but be surprised by the fact that the country seemed to be well-informed about cultivation, with formal structures and organizations in place.
"By the way," Zhang Wei asked curiously, "how did Leng Mei manage to get me into the NSA? And why did they give me an identity with no responsibilities? It's like a free pass."
He wondered how she could have achieved something like that.
Leng Yan pondered for a moment but ultimately shook her head. "I don't know either," she admitted.
She couldn't fathom how Leng Mei managed to secure an identity for Zhang Wei within the NSA with no responsibilities attached to it.
Even her uncle, Leng Xuezhong, wouldn't have had the authority to accomplish such a feat.
'Tsk, this Leng Mei is unmistakably a tsundere,' thought Zhang Wei, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he observed her concealed acts of care from behind.
He nodded, not particularly concerned about how Leng Mei had pulled off the arrangement, nor the Rong Meili situation.
He realized that he seemed to have his own unique plot armor, which always managed to get him into trouble one way or another.
'I am completely innocent here. Who would assume that their neighbors are part of the NSA immediately after committing a crime?' he mused, trying to make sense of the situation.
The system, sensing his confusion, quickly added, [Host, I swear that I am not responsible for this!] it proclaimed, raising a white flag in advance.
Zhang Wei's surprise was evident as he asked cautiously, 'Then who is responsible? Am I being spied on?'
The system reassured him, [Host, it's simply a case of bad luck. You aren't being spied on or anything like that.]
Zhang Wei's face twitched at the mention of bad luck.
He couldn't help but lament, 'Why does it seem like the entire world's bad luck has poured onto me?'
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Chapter 130 Zhang Wei's plot Armor: Bad Luck Halo?
Zhang Wei settled himself in Leng Yan's Audi R8, allowing her to drive them towards the PSB headquarters. Ye Feng was suspected of being a terrorist and had been apprehended by the bureau, in the downtown.
Tang Shen quickly gave orders to Ma Cheng to drive and follow them, determined not to loose sight of them.
Unbeknownst to everyone involved, there was a blonde woman discreetly observing the scene, listening in on their conversation. Her eyes held a mix of intrigue and confusion. "Zhang Wei is a secret agent...?" she murmured to herself.
Wu Xue couldn't shake the feeling that she had suddenly been transported inside a novel, where Zhang Wei was the main character.
The intrigue and suspense surrounding the situation seemed straight out of a thrilling novel plot.
-----------------
[Host, your bloodline is overwhelming you; you were far too aggressive earlier], the system suddenly spoke, concern evident in its voice, as Zhang Wei flung open the windows to let out the smoke.
His eyebrows shot up, and he retorted, 'It's fine. Yes, my bloodline was activated, but I maintained control. If I didn't act like that, everyone would see me as an easy target. Didn't you notice Zhu Yu hesitating to release Tang Shen and the others? But the moment I glared at him, not a word escaped his trembling lips!'
A surge of power coursed through Zhang Wei as he greedily inhaled, trying to steady his racing emotions.
The intense rush was both exhilarating and unnerving.
This was a gamble like no other, never in his wildest dreams did he imagine openly beating a police officer. But this was just the beginning.
If anyone dare stood in his way, it wouldn't be long before he eradicated anyone who dared offend him.
[Host, you are going too far! Don't let the allure of power consume you], the system cautioned, but Zhang Wei only smiled faintly, undeterred.
'What good is power if I can't wield it, system? Do you think I am acting recklessly? But if I allow mere mortals to trample over me, what sets the present me apart from the past?' his words dripped with calm determination.
The system remained silent, unable to offer any response.
Zhang Wei was absolutely correct in his assessment.
He was using his powers, unlike many others who possessed immense strength but refrained from utilizing it, choosing instead to maintain an illusion of humility.
But Zhang Wei desired more; he refused to be restrained by such notions. Was he wrong for wanting to embrace his power?
In reality, the concept of right and wrong often depends on the size of one's fist. At present, the government's fist loomed larger than that of ordinary individuals like Zhang Wei, granting them the authority to dictate the rules that governed his life.
The true power of a nation does not lie solely in its trade or commerce; rather, it lies in the strength and might of its military forces. The country with the most formidable army holds the position of dominance in this world.
In this moment, Zhang Wei found himself presented with an opportunity. Why should he let it slip away? He had the chance to seize control and reshape his destiny in a world where might makes right.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Zhang Wei, a small and sinister black mist infiltrated the car, silently observing his actions and eavesdropping on his conversations with the system.
"Mere mortals...? How interesting. Does he truly believe he has become a god?" a whisper emanated from the eerie voice within the mist.
These words, however, remained unheard by anyone else.
As Leng Yan drove towards the bureau, she couldn't help but cast a disapproving glance at Zhang Wei, her sigh carrying the weight of exasperation.
"Do you have any inkling of the trouble you've dragged us into?" she suddenly spoke, her tone tinged with frustration.
Perplexed, Zhang Wei furrowed his brows and retorted, "What trouble have I caused? They attacked me first." He couldn't help but wonder if Leng Yan had conveniently forgotten her own defeat and required further training.
Leng Yan, refusing to be swayed by his argument, continued, "Let me remind you. First, you stirred up trouble near the warehouse at the ports. Then you became entangled in that explosion, further exacerbating the chaos in this city. We already have a serial killer on the loose and news of a possible terrorist attack spreading like wildfire. And now, because of today's incident, the front of the Lin Group headquarters has turned into a deadly battleground!"
Zhang Wei merely smiled, closing his eyes as Leng Yan recounted his supposed misdeeds.
However, his interest was piqued as she mentioned the serial killer, who had been systematically taking the lives of women each day, arranging their bodies into a gruesome and terrifying art piece.
'What could be the motive behind such a act?' he pondered, a curious spark igniting within him.
Leng Yan continued venting her frustrations, seemingly unable to contain her exasperation. "And on top of everything, you even managed to involve the NSA. Do you even comprehend the amount of trouble you've caused, not just for yourself, but for Mei as well?"
Zhang Wei, caught off guard, sat up straight, his confusion evident on his face. "I involved the NSA?" he questioned, seeking clarification.
Raising her eyebrows, Leng Yan confirmed, "Yes, you did. Do you recall our former neighbor, Rong Meili?"
Zhang Wei nodded slowly. "What about her?"
Leng Yan proceeded to explain, "Well, it turns out that the new neighbors who moved in after she died included an NSA spy. And this spy detected traces of leftover spiritual energy in your apartment."
Surprised, Zhang Wei interjected, "What?"
Leng Yan continued, "Not only that, if it wasn't for Mei's interference, the NSA would have launched a full investigation. She created a false ID to cover for you, even though she refused to give it to you, fearing that you might misuse it... And based on recent events, it seems she was right."
Zhang Wei abruptly interrupted, his tone firm, "Enough! Was this NSA spy someone who holds a princess title in their home country?" he asked, recalling Yu Lei's mention of such a person.
Shaking her head, Leng Yan clarified, "No, she's not a princess. But for now, I strongly advise against antagonizing any country. Mei's protection for you won't last forever, and if you continue causing trouble like this, she'll be forced to leave the country."
Zhang Wei pretended not to hear Leng Yan's warning and instead questioned, "So, what was that NSA spy doing in my neighborhood? Could it be that they were spying on me?"
Leng Yan frowned, contemplating the possibility, but eventually shook her head. "You're a Cultivator. Even if you cause trouble, they wouldn't dispatch the NSA. At most, the Martial Arts Association would handle the situation. The NSA consists of seven squads, and you have been placed under the Mystic Division, which specializes in dealing with threats to the country posed by individuals with mystical powers. However, as a temporary agent, you don't need to concern yourself with the details or undertake any missions for them. Even if someone approaches you in the future, just deny them."
Zhang Wei nodded, the idea of taking on missions for someone else not appealing to him. 'Why would I work for them if there's nothing in it for me? Am I their dog?' he thought to himself.
But regardless of his reluctance, he couldn't help but be surprised by the fact that the country seemed to be well-informed about cultivation, with formal structures and organizations in place.
"By the way," Zhang Wei asked curiously, "how did Leng Mei manage to get me into the NSA? And why did they give me an identity with no responsibilities? It's like a free pass."
He wondered how she could have achieved something like that.
Leng Yan pondered for a moment but ultimately shook her head. "I don't know either," she admitted.
She couldn't fathom how Leng Mei managed to secure an identity for Zhang Wei within the NSA with no responsibilities attached to it.
Even her uncle, Leng Xuezhong, wouldn't have had the authority to accomplish such a feat.
'Tsk, this Leng Mei is unmistakably a tsundere,' thought Zhang Wei, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he observed her concealed acts of care from behind.
He nodded, not particularly concerned about how Leng Mei had pulled off the arrangement, nor the Rong Meili situation.
He realized that he seemed to have his own unique plot armor, which always managed to get him into trouble one way or another.
'I am completely innocent here. Who would assume that their neighbors are part of the NSA immediately after committing a crime?' he mused, trying to make sense of the situation.
The system, sensing his confusion, quickly added, [Host, I swear that I am not responsible for this!] it proclaimed, raising a white flag in advance.
Zhang Wei's surprise was evident as he asked cautiously, 'Then who is responsible? Am I being spied on?'
The system reassured him, [Host, it's simply a case of bad luck. You aren't being spied on or anything like that.]
Zhang Wei's face twitched at the mention of bad luck.
He couldn't help but lament, 'Why does it seem like the entire world's bad luck has poured onto me?'
Chapter 130 Zhang Wei's plot Armor: Bad Luck Halo? Zhang Wei settled himself in Leng Yan's Audi R8, allowing her to drive them towards the PSB headquarters. Ye Feng was suspected of being a terrorist and had been apprehended by the bureau, in the downtown. Tang Shen quickly gave orders to Ma Cheng to drive and follow them, determined not to loose sight of them. Unbeknownst to everyone involved, there was a blonde woman discreetly observing the scene, listening in on their conversation. Her eyes held a mix of intrigue and confusion. "Zhang Wei is a secret agent...?" she murmured to herself. Wu Xue couldn't shake the feeling that she had suddenly been transported inside a novel, where Zhang Wei was the main character. The intrigue and suspense surrounding the situation seemed straight out of a thrilling novel plot. ----------------- Host, your bloodline is overwhelming you; you were far too aggressive earlier, the system suddenly spoke, concern evident in its voice, as Zhang Wei flung open the windows to let out the smoke. His eyebrows shot up, and he retorted, 'It's fine. Yes, my bloodline was activated, but I maintained control. If I didn't act like that, everyone would see me as an easy target. Didn't you notice Zhu Yu hesitating to release Tang Shen and the others? But the moment I glared at him, not a word escaped his trembling lips!' A surge of power coursed through Zhang Wei as he greedily inhaled, trying to steady his racing emotions. The intense rush was both exhilarating and unnerving. This was a gamble like no other, never in his wildest dreams did he imagine openly beating a police officer. But this was just the beginning. If anyone dare stood in his way, it wouldn't be long before he eradicated anyone who dared offend him. Host, you are going too far! Don't let the allure of power consume you, the system cautioned, but Zhang Wei only smiled faintly, undeterred. 'What good is power if I can't wield it, system? Do you think I am acting recklessly? But if I allow mere mortals to trample over me, what sets the present me apart from the past?' his words dripped with calm determination. The system remained silent, unable to offer any response. Zhang Wei was absolutely correct in his assessment. He was using his powers, unlike many others who possessed immense strength but refrained from utilizing it, choosing instead to maintain an illusion of humility. But Zhang Wei desired more; he refused to be restrained by such notions. Was he wrong for wanting to embrace his power? In reality, the concept of right and wrong often depends on the size of one's fist. At present, the government's fist loomed larger than that of ordinary individuals like Zhang Wei, granting them the authority to dictate the rules that governed his life. The true power of a nation does not lie solely in its trade or commerce; rather, it lies in the strength and might of its military forces. The country with the most formidable army holds the position of dominance in this world. In this moment, Zhang Wei found himself presented with an opportunity. Why should he let it slip away? He had the chance to seize control and reshape his destiny in a world where might makes right. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Zhang Wei, a small and sinister black mist infiltrated the car, silently observing his actions and eavesdropping on his conversations with the system. "Mere mortals...? How interesting. Does he truly believe he has become a god?" a whisper emanated from the eerie voice within the mist. These words, however, remained unheard by anyone else. As Leng Yan drove towards the bureau, she couldn't help but cast a disapproving glance at Zhang Wei, her sigh carrying the weight of exasperation. "Do you have any inkling of the trouble you've dragged us into?" she suddenly spoke, her tone tinged with frustration. Perplexed, Zhang Wei furrowed his brows and retorted, "What trouble have I caused? They attacked me first." He couldn't help but wonder if Leng Yan had conveniently forgotten her own defeat and required further training. Leng Yan, refusing to be swayed by his argument, continued, "Let me remind you. First, you stirred up trouble near the warehouse at the ports. Then you became entangled in that explosion, further exacerbating the chaos in this city. We already have a serial killer on the loose and news of a possible terrorist attack spreading like wildfire. And now, because of today's incident, the front of the Lin Group headquarters has turned into a deadly battleground!" Zhang Wei merely smiled, closing his eyes as Leng Yan recounted his supposed misdeeds. However, his interest was piqued as she mentioned the serial killer, who had been systematically taking the lives of women each day, arranging their bodies into a gruesome and terrifying art piece. 'What could be the motive behind such a act?' he pondered, a curious spark igniting within him. Leng Yan continued venting her frustrations, seemingly unable to contain her exasperation. "And on top of everything, you even managed to involve the NSA. Do you even comprehend the amount of trouble you've caused, not just for yourself, but for Mei as well?" Zhang Wei, caught off guard, sat up straight, his confusion evident on his face. "I involved the NSA?" he questioned, seeking clarification. Raising her eyebrows, Leng Yan confirmed, "Yes, you did. Do you recall our former neighbor, Rong Meili?" Zhang Wei nodded slowly. "What about her?" Leng Yan proceeded to explain, "Well, it turns out that the new neighbors who moved in after she died included an NSA spy. And this spy detected traces of leftover spiritual energy in your apartment." Surprised, Zhang Wei interjected, "What?" Leng Yan continued, "Not only that, if it wasn't for Mei's interference, the NSA would have launched a full investigation. She created a false ID to cover for you, even though she refused to give it to you, fearing that you might misuse it... And based on recent events, it seems she was right." Zhang Wei abruptly interrupted, his tone firm, "Enough! Was this NSA spy someone who holds a princess title in their home country?" he asked, recalling Yu Lei's mention of such a person. Shaking her head, Leng Yan clarified, "No, she's not a princess. But for now, I strongly advise against antagonizing any country. Mei's protection for you won't last forever, and if you continue causing trouble like this, she'll be forced to leave the country." Zhang Wei pretended not to hear Leng Yan's warning and instead questioned, "So, what was that NSA spy doing in my neighborhood? Could it be that they were spying on me?" Leng Yan frowned, contemplating the possibility, but eventually shook her head. "You're a Cultivator. Even if you cause trouble, they wouldn't dispatch the NSA. At most, the Martial Arts Association would handle the situation. The NSA consists of seven squads, and you have been placed under the Mystic Division, which specializes in dealing with threats to the country posed by individuals with mystical powers. However, as a temporary agent, you don't need to concern yourself with the details or undertake any missions for them. Even if someone approaches you in the future, just deny them." Zhang Wei nodded, the idea of taking on missions for someone else not appealing to him. 'Why would I work for them if there's nothing in it for me? Am I their dog?' he thought to himself. But regardless of his reluctance, he couldn't help but be surprised by the fact that the country seemed to be well-informed about cultivation, with formal structures and organizations in place. "By the way," Zhang Wei asked curiously, "how did Leng Mei manage to get me into the NSA? And why did they give me an identity with no responsibilities? It's like a free pass." He wondered how she could have achieved something like that. Leng Yan pondered for a moment but ultimately shook her head. "I don't know either," she admitted. She couldn't fathom how Leng Mei managed to secure an identity for Zhang Wei within the NSA with no responsibilities attached to it. Even her uncle, Leng Xuezhong, wouldn't have had the authority to accomplish such a feat. 'Tsk, this Leng Mei is unmistakably a tsundere,' thought Zhang Wei, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he observed her concealed acts of care from behind. He nodded, not particularly concerned about how Leng Mei had pulled off the arrangement, nor the Rong Meili situation. He realized that he seemed to have his own unique plot armor, which always managed to get him into trouble one way or another. 'I am completely innocent here. Who would assume that their neighbors are part of the NSA immediately after committing a crime?' he mused, trying to make sense of the situation. The system, sensing his confusion, quickly added, Host, I swear that I am not responsible for this! it proclaimed, raising a white flag in advance. Zhang Wei's surprise was evident as he asked cautiously, 'Then who is responsible? Am I being spied on?' The system reassured him, Host, it's simply a case of bad luck. You aren't being spied on or anything like that. Zhang Wei's face twitched at the mention of bad luck. He couldn't help but lament, 'Why does it seem like the entire world's bad luck has poured onto me?'
