I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Then Ryan took Evan onto the tram, and about twenty minutes later, it stopped in front of a tall building.

This is a typical municipal building, with its exterior walls made of rough gray granite and several imposing Roman-style columns above the main entrance.

The windows were tall and narrow, exuding a cold, rigid sense of order.

The stone carvings under the eaves have been eroded by time and coal smoke, and policemen in dark blue uniforms come and go from time to time at the entrance, while several black police carriages come and go.

The police station that could be seen was also quite busy, and the setup was similar to that in Bolton City.

The two walked in through a side door and found themselves in a similarly laid-out foyer.

As soon as Renn stepped inside, he heard an impatient voice say, "Get out of here, you scumbag! There's no work for you here!"

Upon hearing this, Ryan looked somewhat embarrassed.

Ivan turned his head and saw a young man in his thirties leaning against the window, comfortably smoking.

He was dressed in a respectable police uniform, with a slender face, a hooked nose, high brow bones, and sunken eye sockets, giving him a sharp and mean appearance.

His long face was filled with disdain and contempt as he looked at Renn.

Looking at the two people's positions and the atmosphere, Evan immediately remembered why Richard had been so hostile to the officials before.

If it weren't for them, Gray, Allen, and Vic would probably have had the same attitude towards Richard and the others.

Although it was quite embarrassing, Ryan explained, "Sorry, Officer Pick, I'm not here to look for a job."

"This is Mr. Arkham, a potion expert from Bolton City."

Upon hearing the name Arkham, the young man known as Pique raised an eyebrow.

Then I saw this tall, well-dressed middle-class man give me a bright, sunny smile that seemed to have no ulterior motives:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pick."

Pique remained unmoved, tapping his cigarette ash with his finger and saying:

"I know you. I heard you're a stupid witcher who lives in the slums, never even doing rituals, and just blindly tinkering with potions."

At this point, a hint of disdain appeared on Pike's face: "Is the University of Michigan out of options? Why did they send over a witcher who's not exactly a genius?!"

Seeing Pique's attitude, Evan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He had assumed that, given his current reputation, the police officers who came here would treat him with some respect.

After all, he could be considered an expert in Bolton City, and his presence was quite strong in dealing with the aftermath of the Sap Group.

But upon further reflection, Evan understood.

Although the Sap incident was widely known among the higher-ups, those at the lower levels were unaware of what was happening.

To maintain secrecy, Vic naturally wouldn't reveal what happened inside.

After all, he was counting on Evan as his secret weapon to make his job a little easier.

If we promote Ivan too much, what if he gets poached by other organizations and moves to other cities?

This mission was not assigned by the special operations team.

They reported the case to the University of Michigan, and then the University of Michigan assigned personnel to the case.

Most importantly, the relationship between police forces in different cities, especially between police forces at different levels, is quite tense.

After all, it's not uncommon for state police and city police to fight each other while chasing a criminal.

The prestige I gained in Bolton City is completely useless here.

This is why the case eventually ended up back in his own hands.

Evan believed that, in addition to their abilities, other superhumans simply disliked carrying out missions across regions.

After hearing what Pique said, Ivan really wanted to smash his head in.

But he held back for the sake of the reward of one hundred and twenty dollars.

"Officer Piqué, please don't let your personal emotions affect your work."

"I'm here to investigate the case of the human-faced rat, and I need to retrieve the relevant case files."

Upon hearing this, Pique acted as if he hadn't heard a word, turned around, stubbed out his cigarette, and prepared to leave.

Faced with this overly arrogant behavior, Ivan's sunny smile grew even brighter.

His mouth stretched from ear to ear, revealing his white teeth and pink gums.

Ryan, standing to the side, lowered his voice and said, "Never mind, let's do it later..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ivan suddenly turned around, grabbed Pike by the back of the neck with his large hand, and lifted him up.

Feeling the terrifying power, which was like that of a hydraulic press, Pique was quite surprised.

He never expected that Ivan would dare to attack him directly on the special operations team's territory.

However, he was a veteran of many battles, and suddenly Pique let out a sharp shriek.

Raine's expression changed, and he instantly activated his Demon Hunter form, with two blobs of water suddenly appearing in his hands to cover his ears.

At the same time as the shriek rang out, three souls suddenly appeared all around.

These translucent, twisted souls, each wielding a green spike, stabbed at Evan's head from a distance.

"Those lowlife witchers, do they really think they can be on equal footing with us just because they have some potion resistance?!"

"Three female demons are enough to make you suffer excruciating pain!"

It's clear that this Pike is an excellent ninja... no, an excellent superhuman who has fully embodied the will of the overlord.

Without knowing the other party's background or the potential risk of serious injury, they directly launched into the realm of bullying.

Pique was quite confident at this point.

Both sides are experts. This kid has been an expert for at most a month, while he has been an expert for more than three years.

His mastery and refinement of extraordinary abilities are enough to allow him to crush his opponents.

However, the next second, Pique's expression showed some surprise.

As he expected, Ivan, who had been attacked by three banshees, should have let out a horrifying scream, and then the hand gripping his neck should have loosened.

But at this moment, the hand not only did not loosen, but tightened even more.

Sensing something was wrong, Pique quickly turned his head and looked around.

"Damn it! What's going on!?"

Piqué then saw the three banshee souls he had nurtured for ten years suddenly stand at attention.

They should have completed their attack, and since they had no physical form, their entire spiritual bodies suddenly tensed up.

Immediately afterwards, these spirits began to bend backward rapidly, and eventually, under Pike's gaze, they formed three humanoid spirits floating in the air.

No matter how Piqué tried to control the three souls, the three banshees remained motionless as if they were out of control.

It seemed as if an invisible force controlled their bodies, rendering them unable to move.

Everything that happened left Pique feeling bewildered and helpless.

As a psychic, with the three banshee souls—his core attack method—now under his control, his methods have become largely ineffective.

Just as Pique's mind was reeling, he suddenly felt his body begin to convulse uncontrollably.

Soon the convulsions began to spread from his body to his limbs and neck.

He found himself rapidly losing control of his body and becoming terrified of even the slightest breeze, light, and sounds around him.

The normal sound of the wind blowing against his skin felt like a thousand sharp blades.

The various lights made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he instinctively wanted to fall into a frenzy.

Those sounds that had just been perfectly normal have now turned into terrifying, demonic noises.

Uh...

But now he didn't even have a chance to resist. His body began to convulse rapidly, all the muscles in his body spasmed, and he fell straight to the ground.

The copper plague, combined with the fog encephalopathy, has brought Pique under control both physically and spiritually.

Pique, lying on the ground, uttered a hoarse, strained voice: "You...you..."

Under Pique's gaze, Ivan reached out and gently touched the souls of the three banshees he had raised for ten years.

Fingers brushed over that translucent face and body.

"Tsk tsk! You've raised that succubus wife of yours so well, she's a joy to behold!"

As Evan spoke, his hand stroked the faces of the banshees, which were twisted yet still possessed a certain beauty.

Upon seeing this, Pique's eyes widened, and even with his throat constricted by spasms, he managed to utter an angry sound.

"No! No! Let go! Let her go!!"

Seeing this sudden scene, Ryan, who was standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

Those golden vertical pupils blinked incessantly, completely unaware of what had just happened.

It seemed like nothing had happened, yet it also seemed like everything had already happened.

"Master, I should be an expert-level Witcher, just like Arkham!"

"How can there be such a huge difference in combat capabilities between the two sides!?"

Shocked, Renn rubbed his eyes, and then saw Ivan gently teasing the souls of the three incapacitated banshees.

This caused Pique, who was lying on the ground, to let out a desperate, yet helpless howl.

"I remember that for these psychics, the banshees they kept were closer to them than their wives!"

"They generally have a very deep affection for these female demons..."

"OMG!"

Thinking of this, Renn covered his face, his heart filled with amazement.

"This is the ultimate humiliation!"

"It's like tying the husband to a chair and humiliating his wife under his gaze!"

At this point, Renn looked at Ivan, who remained composed, with a hint of awe, and thought to himself.

"I didn't realize Arkham, at such a young age, would like this kind of thing!"

Just as Renn was lost in thought, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Alright, let's stop this farce."

The voice was deep and authoritative.

The moment the sound rang out, Evan suddenly realized that his control over the three banshees and Piqué's misty brain plague had failed and had automatically returned to his body.

Feeling his extraordinary abilities being enveloped by a higher level of power, Ivan knew without turning around that the one who had just made a move must be the captain of the action team here.

He turned his head and saw a tall, burly, and arrogant middle-aged man walking out from inside.

The middle-aged man looked to be in his early forties, with a neatly groomed beard and a well-tailored gray suit.

Its trapezius muscles are broad, its neck is almost as thick as its head, and it has a rare head of fiery red hair.

Those blue eyes also shimmered with golden light.

Just standing there, it gives people a sense of indestructibility.

From this posture, Ivan could instantly determine the other party's profession: a knight under the sun's path.

Finally free, Pique let out a roar, first pulling the three banshees back into his body, then lunging at Evan like a madman.

Then, in an instant, Ivan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air like a chick.

At this moment, Ivan still had that sunny and cheerful smile on his face as he spoke to the middle-aged man opposite him.

"Sir, as you can probably tell, I've been the victim from beginning to end!"

"It was one of your subordinates who started the trouble!"

"After all, what legitimate superhuman would come up here and start mocking and ridiculing reinforcements who were hired?"

"I even suspect this guy is a cult mole planted in our team to undermine our unity and image!"

Hearing Ivan's rhetoric, which seized the moral high ground in just a few words, a hint of apprehension flashed in the middle-aged man's blue eyes.

This guy is definitely not as stupid and naive as he appears!

Then, pointing forward, an invisible force flashed by, and Pique, who had been screaming and struggling, instantly fell into a coma.

Ivan casually tossed Pique over like a ball, and the middle-aged man easily caught it with his large hand.

At this moment, another male superhuman wearing a leather jacket came out, took Pik away, and said the middle-aged man.

"Just call me Captain Rudolph, the captain of the Worcester Special Operations Team."

With a smile, Evan stepped forward and shook the other's large hand: "Evan Ludwig Arkham, an expert from the Bolton City Special Operations Team."

As they shook hands, Rudolf squeezed down hard.

Ivan remained unfazed and simply pinched back.

Feeling the terrifying power erupting from that fair palm in an instant, Rudolf's expression changed slightly.

Rudolf was shocked to discover that this guy's physical abilities far exceeded his expectations!

Keep in mind that he is now a master-level knight, with physical attributes roughly equivalent to the combined physical abilities of seventeen adults.

If combined with relevant extraordinary abilities, it can basically reach the level of roughly seventy-odd adults combined.

That squeeze just now used the combined strength of about ten adults.

Faced with this level of power, this expert-level witcher was actually able to turn the tables!

"Interesting!" Rudolf looked at the young man with the innocent, silly grin on his face, and realized that he actually had such strong physical abilities. He showed a hint of appreciation.

After all, as a master-level knight, there are very few situations in the city where he can unleash his full muscle power.

Seeing that Ivan possessed such exceptional physical abilities, Rudolf had the idea of ​​having a competition with him.

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