Catching bullets barehanded—was that the Boss's special skill? My ass!
Whose special skill let them catch bullets barehanded, then crush the bullet flat?
Look at Shi Tiexin's hand—completely unscathed. Cheng Long's pupils suddenly contracted, and his habitual "forced composure" was finally torn apart by overwhelming shock.
At that moment, all the bits and pieces of their usual cases together came flooding back to him. Things that had previously been suppressed by some force, things he had deliberately turned a blind eye to, all became vivid at once.
Whether it was his Divine Immortal interrogations of suspects, the faint light shining from his eyes while searching for clues, his miraculous driving skills, his explosively efficient writing, or now, catching a bullet barehanded.
All the extraordinary details upstream in his memories suddenly seemed to turn from dust back into pearls, blazing brilliantly. They linked together one after another, ultimately becoming a surging torrent capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas, crashing fiercely into Cheng Long's soul.
He stared at Shi Tiexin in shock, his body even trembling slightly. "Boss, what exactly are you? No—you, are you even human? Could you be one of those genetically mutated superheroes from comic books?"
"A genetically mutated superhero?" Shi Tiexin shook his head. "You really have stayed in America too long. You've already forgotten the mysterious power from the East."
"The mysterious power from the East..." Cheng Long thought of one possibility, and every hair on his body nearly stood on end. "Wait, Boss, don't tell me you're a Divine Immortal?!!"
Had anyone else dared say that, Cheng Long would absolutely have considered them a charlatan. Cuff them first and sort it out later—they would not escape a fraud charge.
But looking at his own Boss, looking at that omnipresent aura and evidence of being above