My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 71

Chapter 71 Proof! Originally Crimson Gold!

Yang Yan didn’t speak, but his gaze was cold.

“Sigh…” Zhang Hongbo was speechless when he saw the three of them instantly form a united front. He explained, “Of course, not every report will be accepted, and not all of them will reach me.”

“This time, someone reported you by name and personally came to the Supervision Department. This person, Su Chen, you actually know.”

A named report? Came in person? And knows Su Chen?

Yang Yan’s eyes flickered, and his expression softened a bit.

“City Lord, could you be more specific?” Su Chen muttered to himself, but with a clear conscience, he was still confident.

Zhang Hongbo had anticipated this. He simply pressed a few buttons on the table, and soon several Supervisory Guards escorted a man forward.

Su Chen’s eyes flashed with surprise. He truly knew this person. “Huang Peng.”

It was the leader of the vagrant group that his predecessor belonged to.

“He’s known you for at least ten years,” Zhang Hongbo said.

“Su, Su Chen…” Huang Peng looked up, his eyes filled with an indescribable complexity, a mix of resentment and sorrow. “Didn’t expect to see me again, did you?”

Gu Bing, next to him, frowned. These two really did know each other, for over ten years?

Su Chen then said, “City Lord, haven’t you investigated? He should have mysteriously disappeared before.”

“It’s precisely because we investigated that I asked you to come,” Zhang Hongbo explained, his eyes deepening. “He was likely taken by Heituo’s people, but then they sent him back and accused you of being a Heretic God Cultist.”

“This means that for some reason, Heituo’s people believe you are also a Heretic God Cultist, and they want to use us to eliminate you.”

“This is strange. They went to such lengths, taking the trouble to find someone who has known you for so many years to accuse you, as if they were afraid we wouldn’t take it seriously.”

As this was said, Yang Yan and Gu Bing’s expressions changed, and they looked at Su Chen with scrutiny.

Old Zhang’s reasoning sounded plausible but also a bit absurd. It could only be said that it was a coincidence. Given the current situation in Nanfeng, Heretic God Cultists were undoubtedly a sensitive topic, and Huang Peng had indeed known his predecessor for a long time.

Su Chen nodded. “So that’s how it is. You are wise.”

“He… he… he was mediocre and unaccomplished for over ten years! How could he possibly become so powerful without any sudden changes?” Huang Peng gritted his teeth. “Moreover, I even saw him at home, messing with strange-looking statues, acting all mysterious.”

“For a while, he was completely paranoid, saying he was about to get rich.”

These were all fabrications, and Su Chen listened quietly.

Zhang Hongbo, however, asked, “Don’t you have anything to explain?”

“Self-proving is too foolish. I can even say I’ve seen Zhang Hengyu do the same,” Su Chen shook his head.

Zhang Hongbo’s mouth twitched, but Yang Yan said directly, “Then let’s just do a mental analysis to see if there’s any Heretic God aura.”

“What are the consequences?” Su Chen looked at the white-haired man. If it were that simple, Zhang Hongbo wouldn’t have gone to such trouble.

Yang Yan was very direct. “You are a Melee Fighter, not good at mobilizing spiritual power. If we extract a portion of your spiritual power, the consequence will be spiritual trauma, which will require some time to recover. But this is the simplest way to prove it.”

Su Chen’s heart stirred. “Don’t Psionists get traumatized?”

“No,” Yang Yan shook his head. “But Psionists recover much faster.”

“If I’m not a Heretic God Cultist…” Su Chen breathed a sigh of relief, feigning a difficult expression. “Then this trauma will be for nothing?”

He didn’t mind using this method to clear his name completely, but there should be some reluctance, right?

Yang Yan crossed his arms, saying nothing.

Gu Bing explained helplessly, “But the actions of the Heituo cultists also need to be explained. The current situation is very troublesome.”

“He’s guilty! He’s guilty!” Huang Peng roared hoarsely.

Zhang Hongbo waved his hand, and Huang Peng fell unconscious. This guy was just for proof, and now he was useless.

“Your teacher would probably agree,” Zhang Hongbo added. “Afterward, we will compensate you for the potions needed to heal your spirit.”

“Only this much?” Su Chen was dissatisfied.

Zhang Hongbo chuckled. “I haven’t publicized this matter. Clearing your name is the most important thing. Don’t worry, there will be no sequelae after recovery.”

Su Chen fell silent, feigning reluctance. “Alright.”

He had to go through with this no matter what. Compensation would be best, but even without it, he had no choice. “Let me do it.” Zhang Hongbo stepped forward, but Gu Bing stopped him. “Let me do it. A Tier 3 Psionist can do it.”

“This is official business,” Zhang Hongbo sighed.

Gu Bing ignored him and walked straight over, her tone still gentle. “Relax, I will take a sample from your mental body. You are a Tier 2 Professional, and your mental fortitude is not low. If you forcefully resist, the pain will be more intense.”

“Will this mental analysis examine my memories?” Su Chen asked further.

Gu Bing smiled. “No, examining memories requires at least a Tier 5 Psionist.”

So last time Zhang Hongbo… Oh, that seemed to be hypnosis.

Su Chen nodded. Gu Bing extended a finger and gently touched his forehead. The touch was cold, and then a ripple spread.

Yang Yan and Zhang Hongbo stared intently.

At a certain moment, Su Chen felt a sharp pain in his glabella, while Gu Bing’s brows were tightly furrowed, her face changing dramatically as she let out a startled cry, “How… how is that possible!”

A sharp glint flashed in Zhang Hongbo’s eyes. Was he really a Heretic God Cultist?

Yang Yan was surprised. He had misjudged earlier, thinking this kid was so calm that he had nothing to hide.

“You… how are you a Tier 2 Psionist?!” Gu Bing stared at the handsome young man in shock.

“What!” Zhang Hongbo’s heart pounded. A Tier 2 Psionist?

Su Chen’s speed in becoming a Tier 2 Melee Fighter was already fast enough.

Unexpectedly, he was also a Tier 2 Psionist. The development rate of Psionists was lower than that of Melee Fighter because they couldn’t use external aids like gravity chambers.

A bright light burst forth from Yang Yan’s eyes as he pressed, “Is he a Heretic God Cultist?”

Gu Bing’s eyes were complex as she shook her head, “The mental sample is pure and shows no signs of the Heretic God.”

As for whether he was an peripheral member, without concrete evidence, no one would bring it up, otherwise everyone would be under suspicion.

“His spiritual power is active, resilient, and of high purity… According to the data, you became a Tier 2 Psionist in an even shorter time.” Gu Bing’s heart fluttered. She already had a certain guess and couldn’t help but ask:

“What level is your mental talent?”

Su Chen was silent for a moment, then smiled wryly, “My teacher told me not to talk about it casually.”

“Crimson Gold?” Gu Bing asked tentatively. Zhang Hongbo and Yang Yan simultaneously looked over, their faces tense.

Su Chen nodded.

Gu Bing’s expression was as expected. Yang Yan subconsciously clenched his fists, growing even more surprised, and then looked at Zhang Hongbo with a hint of amusement.

Zhang Hongbo’s heart sank. This was trouble.

A Canyi-level Physique would be a contender for Zhang Hengyu, but a Crimson Gold-level mental talent would essentially make it impossible to return to Nanfeng City to compete for the City Lord position.

But given his previous small actions and today’s incident, this kid probably resented him.

He wasn’t afraid of Yuan Chenyang. Without the Crimson Gold talent, Yuan Chenyang would at most argue with him a few times, and he would offer some benefits to put the matter to rest.

But now…

Zhang Hongbo thought a lot, his eyes flickering. Hengyu still had a good relationship with him; it seemed not beyond repair.

“I should be able to leave now, right?” Su Chen asked when he saw everyone was silent.

“You have no problems, so you are naturally free to leave.” Gu Bing nodded, marveling inwardly at how the Third Judge had found another promising talent.

However, Old Xia was still here. If he were to find out, he might try to steal the talent away.

“Wait…” Zhang Hongbo spoke, and Su Chen looked at him warily, only to see an unprecedentedly sincere smile on the City Lord’s face: “Old Yuan and I have been friends for many years, and this time I was truly forced to do it. I hope you won’t take it to heart.”

“By the way, Hengyu has stayed with you for so long, causing much inconvenience. What else do you need? Feel free to tell me.”

(End of chapter)