Accidental Hero: The Rookie Who Outshines the Force - Chapter 73

“Team Leader Fan, why are you looking for some higher-ups? Don’t worry, I never said no. You know, Shuangqiao Station is short-staffed. Our field officers are fully booked every day…”
Old fox Chen, the chief, leaned back with a grin, legs crossed, holding the phone.
“Speak. What do you want to make this happen?”
Fan Wanqing knew Chen’s stingy habits. Of course, he’d demand a condition.
“Your big jeep from the Economic Crime unit. I want to borrow it for a year.”
“A year? Chen, why don’t I just gift it to you!”
“You dare to gift it, I dare to take it.”
After a few minutes of bargaining, they finally struck a deal: personnel could be borrowed, and the jeep would be lent to Shuangqiao Station for six months.
“Team Leader Fan, once the mission is over, I expect the person returned safe and sound.”
“You can rest assured.”
Unbeknownst to him, Lu Cheng had just been “sold” by Chen Weimin.
At that moment, he was at the entrance of Baolong Plaza, handling a brawl case.
Looking at the two fighters’ outfits, Lu Cheng and Lin Wenbin exchanged glances, expressions strange.
Lin Wenbin almost couldn’t hold back a laugh.
It was like a cross-dimensional showdown: Guan Yun Chang versus Seven Ultraman.
If you’ve seen those weird short videos—Tang Seng wielding an AK-47 against Bu Jingyun, Iron Man versus Zhu Bajie, or now Guan Yu going solo against Ultraman—you know the bizarre humor. Not sure if it’s “Journey to the West” gone rogue or “Romance of the Three Kingdoms” off-script.
Originally filmed for a short video, the play-fight somehow became real.
Bystanders cheered as punches and kicks flew.
Until Ultraman’s mask started dripping blood, someone realized it wasn’t a joke and rushed to break it up.
Watching the video on their phones, Lu Cheng and Lin Wenbin confirmed it was mutual combat.
Lin Wenbin whispered to Lu Cheng, “I heard the Eastern Han was chaotic… didn’t expect it to be this chaotic.”
Lu Cheng smiled. The two combatants actually had no real grudges. Both were young hot-blooded cosplayers, initially play-fighting for fun—punch for punch, slash for slash. Things just escalated.
Now, seeing the police arrive, they showed obvious remorse.
“Since you agree to settle this privately, there’s no need to go to the station.”
Ultraman wiped a little blood from his nose; Guan Yun Chang, kicked in the stomach, no longer felt pain.
Medical costs for each other? Not required. But Lu Cheng advised them to stop filming these ridiculous videos—they were borderline hazardous to one’s brain.
After this case, Lu Cheng didn’t receive a system reward—probably because the case wasn’t officially filed at the station.
In the afternoon, Lu Cheng, Lin Wenbin, and Guo Lei were sent to conduct anti-fraud awareness campaigns.
When they returned to report results, they found that 80% of residents in the community had downloaded the anti-fraud app.
Chen Weimin was pleased. Perhaps it was Lu Cheng’s presence—he inspired confidence.
Previously, this task alternated between Cheng Zhijie and Wang Guodong, with results varying depending on luck.
But under Lu Cheng’s team, every campaign succeeded.
Cheng Zhijie and Wang Guodong were puzzled. Logically, experienced officers like them should be more trusted by the public.
Unexpectedly, these young officers did even better. Was it because of their looks?
Some things were simply unchangeable.
After work, Lu Cheng texted He Xueting to say he’d have dinner at home. His mother replied: no meal had been cooked; he could only eat a simple dish.
Lu Cheng: “?”
Lu Zhiguo immediately texted: “Your mom and I have a ‘two-person world’ tonight. Go enjoy yours with your other half. If you can avoid coming home tonight, do. If not, come after 11 PM.”
Lu Cheng instantly understood their intentions. After work, he hailed a cab to the bureau.
Even with his family nudging him, he was genuinely motivated to see her.
Su Qingwu wasn’t working overtime today. She had planned to rest early, but Lu Cheng came to invite her out.
“Last night’s snack was good. Tonight’s on me. What do you want to eat?”
Under the envious gazes of young officers, Lu Cheng slid into the passenger seat beside Su Qingwu.
“I’ll treat—you know, got a bonus.” Lu Cheng chuckled.
Su Qingwu had heard about his third-class merit award. A trainee getting such recognition? She’d never seen that before.
“I want something spicy,” she said, not insisting on paying.
“Spicy Girl Hotpot?” Lu Cheng had already scoped out many restaurants along the way.
“Fine.”
He sent the location to the navigation system and floored the accelerator.
He tried to connect his phone to the car’s Bluetooth, but it automatically paired with Su Qingwu’s. Lu Cheng hit play, and a catchy Qinchuan-style song filled the car—the same one from their last ride.
Su Qingwu’s expression didn’t change, but Lu Cheng’s heart was happy. Music output success.
Spicy Girl Hotpot topped the food charts, and at dinnertime, it was packed.
After taking a number, they waited twenty minutes.
Lu Cheng asked if she wanted a divided pot or just spicy. She chose spicy, Sichuan style.
“You can handle spicy?”
Of course, he didn’t mean mildly spicy—mild wasn’t spicy.
Only medium or above counted. He’d never seen Su Qingwu eat extremely spicy food.
“I can,” she nodded. She sniffed the fragrant aroma and swallowed—clearly hungry.
The hotpot arrived, followed by plate after plate of ingredients.
They dug in.
“Any leads on the child abduction case?” Lu Cheng picked up a slice of tripe, dipped it, and placed it on her plate.
“A few, but we’ll have to follow up in another province. Team Leader Qin will lead the trip tomorrow,” Su Qingwu replied, munching happily.
Lu Cheng dipped some baby cabbage for her. The vegetables absorbed the broth, and after a bite, her fair cheeks flushed.
“Spicy?”
“No,” she said through clenched teeth, pretending it wasn’t.
Five seconds later, the spice caught her, and she hiccuped.
Ignoring Lu Cheng’s amused gaze, she grabbed a sip of tea—no effect.
Lu Cheng watched his goddess hiccup for a moment before asking the waiter for a chilled box of whole milk.
After a gulp, the hiccups stopped.
A faint milk stain clung to her rosy lips.
Lu Cheng handed her a tissue and helped wipe it away.
She was in the middle of dipping duck intestines, instinctively leaning back—but didn’t stop him from cleaning her mouth.
By the end of the meal, Su Qingwu had polished off two 650ml cartons of milk. She thoroughly enjoyed the hotpot but suffered the spice in equal measure.
Lu Cheng realized she was the “clumsy yet food-loving” type. Her spice tolerance? Only mildly spicy.
Perhaps embarrassed by her earlier hiccup, Su Qingwu didn’t go home but headed straight to the gym.
Disappointed at dinner, victorious at the ring.
Lu Cheng thought her workload had been heavy these past days and wanted her to rest early.
She smirked, “Afraid?”
Alright, alright. Lu Cheng thought—it was time to show some real skill.