Accidental Hero: The Rookie Who Outshines the Force - Chapter 83

This case had brought Lu Cheng generous system rewards.

[Strength +1] [Stamina +1]

(Current stats: Strength 22, Stamina 24, Speed 19)
(All stats now at professional athlete level)
(Strength equivalent to a 75kg national-level weightlifter, deadlift 180kg)
(Stamina equivalent to a 2-hour 40-minute marathon finish)
(Speed: 100m in 10.5s; comparable to women’s national first-level sprinter)

Feeling the significant improvement in his physical condition, Lu Cheng wasn’t sleepy at all.

He ran his fingers over his solid abs—practically a washboard.

Chasing criminals? No problem—twenty, thirty miles on foot without breaking a sweat.

He also obtained a [Premium Red Flower Oil 50ml ×1].

(Premium Red Flower Oil: a high-quality remedy that promotes blood circulation, relieves swelling and pain, dispels wind and cold. Especially effective for bruises, muscle and joint aches, and rheumatism. System-issued, guaranteed top quality. Gentle formula, safe even for pregnant women and infants.)

[Precision Shooting Lv1 → Lv2: Significantly increases hit rate when using firearms. Auto-aim locks on body and head with 20% probability.]

Auto-aim?

Lu Cheng raised an eyebrow. This was straight out of a game hack—exactly like in shooting games where cheats lock onto the head.

And his Lv2 Precision Shooting only had a 20% chance to lock on? Low probability—still a matter of luck.

But better than nothing.

He rubbed his stomach, feeling a pang of hunger, and decided to head to the hospital cafeteria for breakfast.

Opening the door, he found Su Qingwu standing there.

She wore a shell-gray silk blouse and stylish high-waist wide-leg linen trousers. Her hair was pinned back simply, a few strands framing her delicate, snow-white neck.

Her outfit was stunning—anyone unaware would think she was heading to a blind date.

Lu Cheng blinked, momentarily dazed, wondering if he was still dreaming. He pinched his thigh.

“Ah! Ouch—!”

“What are you doing?”

Su Qingwu’s crisp, porcelain-like voice sounded, looking at him.

“Uh… I thought I was dreaming… still half asleep,” Lu Cheng admitted honestly, true to his name.

Her usual icy expression didn’t change. She walked to his side, placing the breakfast on the nightstand, a faint, almost imperceptible curve appearing at the corner of her lips.

“Eat breakfast.” She unpacked the bag: vegetable porridge, corn, and tofu pudding.

“And you? Have you eaten?”

She nodded. She’d eaten earlier, coming straight from the police station after hearing Lu Cheng was at the hospital. She was here representing the Criminal Investigation Department.

The counterfeit cash case had reached over twenty million yuan, drawing the attention of the provincial bureau. News spread quickly through the Jianghai police system.

The Yuhua District Economic Investigation Unit received praise, but the workload didn’t stop. Ma Kuixiang’s list alone contained all the buyers of the counterfeit bills—more arrests were coming.

Lu Cheng’s extraordinary performance in the case had already spread throughout the police force. Once again, he’d shown off.

The breakfast was from “Peach Blossom Spring,” a famous downtown eatery. Su Qingwu had waited twenty minutes in line.

Their fried buns and preserved vegetable meat pies were the best, but she chose lighter options for Lu Cheng, thinking he needed something easy on the stomach.

Yet he ate effortlessly, not even leaving crumbs.

Watching him chew with such gusto, Su Qingwu frowned slightly.

“Can’t you eat slower? No one’s stealing it from you.”

A gentle, scolding tone—like admonishing a little puppy.

Lu Cheng glanced at the icy beauty, continued eating, slightly quieter. He was genuinely hungry—perhaps a result of his enhanced physical stats.

By the time he finished, the bowl was empty, not a scrap left.

Su Qingwu nodded in approval.

“Aren’t you working today?”

Sitting on the hospital bed, facing her, the bed’s edge slightly elevated, Lu Cheng could see her exquisite collarbone—a work of art.

“Afternoon.”

Captain Qin had given Su Qingwu half a day off to come accompany her “boyfriend.”

Lu Cheng was delighted—being alone had been boring; now, it was just right.

But before long, Chen Damin, Zhao Han, Lin Wenbin… the whole office arrived, chattering. Lu Cheng was no longer bored.

Seeing Su Qingwu, they first froze, then smirked knowingly.

“Su Qingwu came early… or maybe she came last night to keep him company.”

Lu Cheng was one lucky guy.

They discussed Lu Cheng’s feats in the counterfeit case, clicking tongues in admiration.

Half an hour later, Yang Zheng arrived. Seeing Lu Cheng unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Even provincial leaders had inquired about Lu Cheng’s injuries. Yang Zheng, after checking, had to report back.

Chen Weimin was shocked: “What? The provincial leaders care about Lu Cheng’s injuries?”

Had he known, he would’ve put a cast on one of Lu Cheng’s legs.

The more serious the injury, the more fuss made—because fuss meant privileges!

Yang Zheng watched Lu Cheng’s energetic self silently marking his merit log. This kid was infuriating—constantly racking up achievements, leaving no way to reward him properly.

Soon, they all left, politely aware that Su Qingwu was here—it wasn’t their place to linger.

But barely had it quieted down when Lü Zhengbo and Luo Yong from Shuangqiao Police Station arrived, carrying fruit baskets.

Lu Cheng thought: maybe I should just break a leg—my body has no injuries, yet people keep visiting; even leadership got involved.

Su Qingwu, peeling an apple, gave up her chair for them.

“Xiao Su, sit. We’ll stand a bit, then go—work at the station.”

Lü Zhengbo gestured; they knew the bed chair was reserved for the girlfriend.

Seeing Lu Cheng unharmed, they relaxed.

This kid, born under the Ox, had caught the armed ringleader of the counterfeit case alone—enough to alert the provincial bureau.

They were slowly getting used to it. After all, this kid had once infiltrated a ten-member thief gang alone—bravery unmatched.

But he emerged unscathed.

One time could be luck, but repeatedly? This kid genuinely had skill.

After a short chat, Lü Zhengbo and Luo Yong left.

The anti-pickpocket operation had just ended, leaving them exhausted—too many arrests, 24-hour interrogation deadlines, filing, reporting, case summaries… no time to even drink water.

Seeing Lu Cheng lying safely on the bed, enjoying an apple from his beautiful girlfriend, Luo Yong felt a mix of irritation and envy.

Half the arrests from the operation were his doing, yet he left, leaving others to handle the aftermath.

“Let’s go—can’t watch this anymore. Annoying!”

He grabbed his bag and followed Lü Zhengbo out of the room.