Chapter 18

Beautiful is fine, but even if you're so beautiful that you're bubbling, you won't let me hug you and even mock me. That's not right. Being beautiful isn't your fault, but coming out is your fault. Coming out is already wrong, and mocking me is even more wrong.

Du Qian, with his short temper, retorted, "You're the one who's a fool, your whole family is a fool. Just because you're pretty, do you think you're something special? Even if you're prettier, can you be prettier than Zhou Shan Bi? Idiot!"

Du Qian didn't lack beautiful women; what he lacked was money. Every day at the dock, piles of spirit fragments appeared, but without money, he could only watch. Without spirit fragments, he couldn't enhance his combat power, and without combat power, he couldn't get by.

As long as he could get by well, lolis, mature women, and housewives, none of them would escape.

A man with combat power and Zhou Shan Bi in his pocket, how could he lack a wife?

Alright, now he had neither combat power nor Zhou Shan Bi. The lolis were yours, the mature women were yours, and the housewives had nothing to do with him.

Thinking about this, he subconsciously said, "Beautiful ladies, you go on being beautiful, what does it have to do with me?"

It must be said that those close to pigs become dirty, and those who are often rubbed become black. With Lei Ming as his brother, Du Qian's emotional intelligence was hard to improve.

The originally serene girl's face instantly turned bright red. That lively girl, in the same second, turned into a black face.

"Beat him," the two girls said simultaneously, rushing towards Du Qian.

This was a world Du Qian could never imagine, a result he would never dream of. Two girls, more delicate and beautiful than porcelain dolls, could turn their faces and act so quickly.

Ten steps away, he didn't even have time to react. Two soft, pink fists, growing larger, made intimate contact with Du Qian's face.

Six thousand combat power, that's six thousand combat power...

To put it this way, an ordinary person, when they reach adulthood, if they haven't practiced at all, their combat power test results would theoretically be around one hundred, meaning one hundred combat power is the standard for adult males.

Of course, it wouldn't be that low in reality. Citizens of the Zhou Shan Empire all receive junior and senior high school education, and even if they are as stupid as pigs, their combat power rarely falls below one thousand by the time they reach adulthood.

No matter what, Du Qian's level of over six thousand combat power was quite outstanding among ordinary people. Without mentioning anything else, in the Precious Division Patrol Police, those with combat power higher than Du Qian wouldn't exceed one-fifth.

To put it in terms of conversion, in the Patrol Police, Du Qian was considered an elite in the top 20%.

Combat power is a comprehensive enhancement of a person, including strength, speed, reaction, and even intelligence.

But at this moment, Du Qian had no reaction. One left and one right, two soft-looking fists hit his face, feeling like being hit by two iron hammers. The sky instantly turned dark, and the stars in the sky circled around, as brilliant as the beautiful girls...

"You can't take a beating," a girl's voice came from his ear.

"Keep beating him, his mouth is too disrespectful. Beat his mouth into a pig's mouth."

"Bang..."

"Bang..."

A moment is eternal, and eternal is a moment. The words of philosophers are always so reasonable. For example, now, Du Qian felt that time passed as if it were eternal.

He didn't know how long it had been, but Du Qian wobbled to his feet, moved his mouth, and felt pain everywhere. Fortunately, his teeth didn't fall out, and his tongue was still there. As for his face, who cares about it now.

"You... you assaulted a police officer..." Du Qian mumbled, his mouth was definitely swollen. Not just his mouth, but his face, eyes, and even his entire head were swollen and deformed. If it weren't for the bright lights around, it might have scared the timid.

After saying this, Du Qian remembered that he wasn't wearing a police uniform, and they didn't know he was a patrol officer.

His brain wasn't damaged, and he quickly figured it out. Even if he was wearing a police uniform, it probably wouldn't help. These two girls were clearly not ordinary people. They could make him, a 'great expert' with six thousand combat power, unable to react even in the blink of an eye. They were high-level experts.

As for how high, he could only say, as high as many floors. Du Qian couldn't understand it.

At the War Orphan School, he had often sparred with Lei Ming. Lei Ming had over thirteen thousand combat power, more than two and a half times his, naturally making him much stronger, like an adult beating a child. But at least Du Qian could react.

From this, he deduced that these two girls were much stronger than Lei Ming, at least one time, if not several times or dozens of times. Did it matter?

After hesitating for a moment, Du Qian firmly walked towards the commercial district. So what if he lost face, at least he didn't lose money. Combat power still needed to be tested.

Sure enough, the receptionists and service staff in the commercial bank didn't recognize him as the person who had tested his combat power yesterday, even though he was wearing the same clothes. They wouldn't connect the two.

The test result was 6,098, a full 55 points higher than yesterday. Including the margin of error, the combat power that the spirit fragments gave Du Qian should be between 45 and 65 points.

He was rich, absolutely rich. This was even higher than the combat power brought by spirit horns?

Even though Du Qian's appearance was more terrifying than a pig's head, it couldn't stop his excitement.

He ran all the way home, and by the time he got there, his excitement had mostly worn off. Du Qian started to worry again. This face didn't matter; patrol officers don't rely on their looks. Besides, combat power has many uses, and the higher the combat power, the stronger the body's recovery ability.

After practicing for one night, he would definitely be recognizable tomorrow. Du Qian would still be Du Qian, just with a slightly deformed head, which wouldn't affect his work.

But where would the money come from? He had spent over 200 yuan on storage tubes, boxes, two tests, spirit fragments, car rides, meals, groceries, and other miscellaneous expenses. The balance on his identity card was less than 90 yuan.

Alright, he still had some money. During his rest time, he could sell his bone marrow and spirit bones, which would bring in about 50 yuan. But that amount of money was really not enough.

90 plus 50, that's 140 yuan. He needed to leave at least 20 yuan for daily expenses, 10 yuan a day, which would last him at most 12 days.

Fortunately, it was already close to the end of the month. Before he ran out of money, he would receive his salary. But thinking about the patrol officer's salary, Du Qian couldn't be happy.

The patrol officer's salary was not low, after all, it was a dangerous profession, and the salary was calculated accordingly, so it was a bit higher than ordinary city hall civil servants, but not much higher.

According to Uncle Feng, he could still have over 10 yuan in funds, but no matter how he calculated it, it wouldn't exceed 70 yuan. That amount of money would last him only 7 days.

Ten yuan is equivalent to fifty combat power, ten days is five hundred, and twenty days is one thousand. Combat power was more attractive than naked beauty, and he couldn't give up even if it meant going bankrupt.

Such a hard life, others would beg for it.

Unfortunately, if he didn't reveal this secret, Du Qian was worthless. Even if he wanted to sell himself, no one would buy him. It was truly unjust.

Ten yuan can make a hero hesitate.

Thinking about it gave him a headache, but Du Qian couldn't think of a way to make money. He knew that graduates from the War Orphan School didn't have many good options. Most would choose to join the military.

Only a small part, those who thought they had the ability, would be willing to go out and make a living with thousands of yuan in debt. With Du Qian's education, if his aunt hadn't arranged for him to join the police and become a patrol officer, he would have found some slightly more decent jobs, but wouldn't earn much more than a dock laborer.

He had only worked for two days, and Du Qian knew what a dock laborer was. It was a synonym for a hard life. Facing the sea, isn't that a very elegant and romantic phrase? But if you add "back to the sky," would you still find it elegant and romantic?

The life of a dock laborer is facing the sea with the back to the sky, the sea breeze blowing salt all over the body, and every step requires caution, or you might fall into the water.

This was just a part of the hardship. After a month, even if you were exhausted like a dog, you wouldn't earn much. A dock laborer with three thousand combat power would be grateful to get thirty yuan at the end of the month.

What, you want to know how much a person with six thousand combat power can earn?

With six thousand combat power, as long as your brain isn't damaged, why would you be a dock laborer?

In the eyes of the big shots, patrol officers are small fry. In the eyes of patrol officers, dock laborers are also small fry. Du Qian knew that in the eyes of dock laborers, there were even smaller fry.

In the Zhou Shan Empire, it was like this, layer by layer, circle by circle, with clear hierarchies, living in different worlds.

Forget it, don't think about these unpleasant things. Do something that makes you happy, like—practice.

After knowing he could absorb spirit horns and spirit fragments, Du Qian's enthusiasm for practice had once been low. It's like playing a game, knowing that cheating can quickly level up, who would want to honestly grind?

Du Qian was the same. He spent far more time thinking about making money than practicing. But today, he couldn't, his head was swollen too much. High combat power means faster recovery, but his combat power was really not high, not even close to being high.

You, a person with less than ten thousand combat power, do you have the right to talk about high or low combat power?

When practicing, drawing spirits into the body, the recovery effect is ten times stronger than usual. Even if it's not for enhancing combat power, using it to treat swelling, Du Qian would work extra hard this night.

I'm a patrol officer, and I still have to see people tomorrow.

The night passed without incident. The result of sweat and tears was quite good. Standing in front of a half-length mirror, Du Qian pointed at his reflection and said, "Very good, I recognize you, you're Patrol Officer Xiao Du."

Alright, this was the effect of one night, at least people could recognize him.

It was not early, time to go to work. As for being laughed at, Du Qian didn't care anymore. Yesterday, he was just squeezed by a door, nothing else.

Just like that patrol officer's log, everyone understood without saying it. Whether you believe it or not, we all believe it.

He couldn't say that he was beaten by two little girls, that would be even more embarrassing. This is called choosing the lesser of two evils.

Du Qian was still thinking this way as he walked out of his house.

The police station was always the busiest place. Today, Du Qian came early, just after seven, he arrived at the police station, swiped his card smoothly, and walked into the Patrol Police Division under the strange gaze of the guard.

The log from yesterday hadn't been written yet, so he would write it in the morning.