Tacit Understanding

Xiao He stood still, waiting for Jin Shaokang's attack, without making any attempt to dodge.

Jin Shaokang roared and swung his pure black sword down at Xiao He's head. But Xiao He raised his index finger to block the sword. With a "clang!", sparks flew, but Xiao He didn't even leave a scratch on his fingernail.

Of course, Xiao He wasn't completely unaffected, but in his view, it was probably similar to the feeling of Ye Wanqing punching him when he hadn't activated his abilities: a bit impactful, but not painful or itchy.

"To be honest, if my position were reversed with yours, I think living here would be pretty good too. What do you think?" Xiao He said, lightly flicking his fingers, forcing Jin Shaokang to retreat six or seven meters before stopping.

Jin Shaokang's face was contorted with rage, and the shadow in his hand quickly formed a large spear, which he aimed at Xiao He and fired.

The bullet struck Xiao He squarely in the chest, but the moment it touched Xiao He, it turned into black powder and dissipated, as if it had been made of flour.

"You have quite a few ways to play, why didn't you use them before?" Xiao He asked with interest.

Jin Shaokang roared, and the spear formed by the shadow in his hand transformed into black mist that wrapped around his body, turning into a suit of armor. Then he pounced forward.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry to get home for dinner," Xiao He said, raising his right hand and clenching it tightly.

An unseen force gripped Jin Shaokang, bringing him to an abrupt halt in mid-air. Despite his desperate struggles, Jin Shaokang was unable to move, as terrifying pressure assailed him from all directions.

Then Xiao He raised his left hand and made a tearing motion. Jin Shaokang screamed as his black armor was forcibly ripped off. Xiao He clenched his left hand, and the shadowy figures were squeezed into a black basketball as he moved.

"Ah..." Cui Man raised an eyebrow. "As long as his shadow is isolated, he can't cause trouble, right?"

"That seems to be the case." Xiao He nodded. "If you seal this shadow in a sturdy, sealed container, he can't control it, and he can't swap places with it, so it's useless, right?"

"No! Please!" Jin Shaokang cried out hastily, "If Shadow stays away from me for too long, I'll die!"

"Oh?" Xiao He glanced at Jin Shaokang with ill intent, then turned to Cui Man, "What should we do, Sister Man?"

"Are you willing to stay here obediently?" Cui Man asked domineeringly, arms crossed.

"I... I'm willing," Jin Shaokang said helplessly, giving Xiao He a resentful glance. "Anyway, you can't escape, right? The difference is too great... they're not even in the same league. I never expected such a huge gap..."

"Yes, it's good." Cui Man said, turning to Xiao He and nodding.

Xiao He released his grip, and the dark figure returned to Jin Shaokang's side.

"I hope you keep your word," Cui Man said with a slight smile. "Then I wish you a pleasant life here. When we find a way to suppress your Superpower, we will consider releasing you. However, you will still have to face legal judgment at that time."

After saying that, Cui Man waved to Xiao He and Xie Haining: "Let's go."

"Sister Man, are you sure it's alright? Such basic security measures..." Xiao He asked hesitantly.

"There are surveillance cameras everywhere here. You'll be there before he even escapes. Besides, we've implanted a signal device in his brain," Cui Man explained. "Anyone who has witnessed the power of 'Yinglong' would be willing to take that risk."

"If they escape from prison around three or four in the morning, can I kill them?" Xiao He clenched his fist and laughed.

"You're allowed to beat them up," Cui Man smiled.

With everything finally settled, Xiao He felt a bit tired. The key issue was the previous match; the fight against Jin Shaokang without being able to use his abilities had drained a lot of his energy.

Although it was a bit tiring, the match was very enjoyable, and he deeply felt his own improvement.

The Helicopter slowly flew back to the Special Response Department, where Ye Wanqing was already waiting to go home with him.

"So slow..." Ye Wanqing frowned and complained, searching for Xiao He's shadow, preparing to glare at him.

But when she saw Xiao He, she found him sitting back in the Helicopter seat, his elbows resting on his knees for support, his suit jacket casually draped over his shoulders and fluttering in the wind, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a lazy expression on his face.

His appearance had shed its former childishness, replaced by a sense of vicissitude and maturity, giving him a weightiness beyond his years.

"Thump!" Ye Wanqing felt her heart skip a beat.

"So handsome!" Ye Wanqing cupped her face in her hands and exclaimed in her heart, "When did he become so handsome?! No way, I'm actually captivated by Old Xiao's appearance, really? What's with this feeling of being smitten?"

As she pondered this, Ye Wanqing glanced at Xiao He again, her heart fluttering even more: He'd lost so much weight recently, his waist was so slim, he had a perfect inverted triangle shape... He looked so good in a shirt! Was this really Old Xiao? Oh my god!

Seeing Xiao He get off the Helicopter, Ye Wanqing quickly slapped her face to wake herself up.

"Let's go, Little Pufferfish, let's go home," Xiao He said lazily. "I'm starving."

"Um... it's okay, it'll be done soon." Ye Wanqing cleared her throat and said, trying to sound less nervous.

It was already 6:30 p. m. when they got home, and both of them were starving.

"Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon." Ye Wanqing said, stealing a glance at Xiao He. Their eyes almost met, and she quickly turned her face away, her cheeks burning. "Old Xiao, go change the cat litter and give it some cat food."

"Alright," Xiao He sighed, then went to Tuantuan's toilet to shovel poop, Tuantuan followed to join in the fun.

"The world's cutest little thing, poops the world's smelliest poop." Xiao He shoveled the poop while patting Tuantuan's bottom.

After changing the cat litter and emptying the cat food container, Xiao He also tidied up the house a bit.

After sweeping the floor and tying up the trash bags in the bin to dispose of them during their evening walk, Ye Wanqing spoke up.

"Old Xiao, dinner's ready," Ye Wanqing called from the kitchen.

Xiao He came to the kitchen and took a look: salt and pepper pork ribs, braised pork with radish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and winter melon and meatball soup.

Three dishes and a soup, with both meat and vegetables, perfect.

The radish stew with pork and the winter melon soup were both served in large bowls, too big to hold in one hand. So Ye Wanqing carried the rice, Xiao He carried the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and salt and pepper pork ribs. After placing them on the table in the living room, they went back together, one carrying the radish stew with pork and the other carrying the winter melon soup. They sat down without saying a word.

This amazing understanding gave them both the same feeling: they were like an old married couple of twenty years...

Something's not right! Something's not right! Xiao He thought to himself, focusing his attention on the food in front of him.