A passing traveler through the heavens

In the Peninsula Hotel room, Ji Lin lay on the bed, quietly looking at Ya Zi sleeping in his arms. Her face was peaceful and sweet, as if she were immersed in a beautiful dream.

Ji Lin couldn't help but lean down and gently kiss Ya Zi's pink lips.

Just then, a crisp system notification sounded: "Ding! Name: Ya Zi, Score: 95, Attempts: 0, Favorability: 100, Random reward issued—one Super Free Growth Weapon."

As the sound faded, Ji Lin was surprised to find a DIY panel shimmering with a mysterious light suddenly appearing in front of him.

The panel listed various options in detail, including weapon type, weapon length, weapon material, and so on. Ji Lin stared intently at this magical panel, and began to conceive of his own unique weapon.

After much deliberation, he decided to craft a fan by hand as his weapon.

Ji Lin selected each parameter on the panel, carefully considering every detail. He imagined that this fan could not only be used to show off and look cool, but also to exert powerful attack power when facing enemies.

As the saying goes, "Strength and weakness are temporary, but being handsome is a lifelong thing."

Finally, after all the settings were completed, Ji Lin gently clicked the confirmation button. Instantly, a dazzling light flashed, and an exquisite fan appeared in his hand.

The fan ribs are made of tough black iron, while the fan surface is made of thin and supple silk, embroidered with exquisite patterns and runes. The entire fan exudes a mysterious and powerful aura.

Ji Lin held the fan and tried waving it a few times. He found it light and comfortable to hold, and the wind it generated was whistling and incredibly powerful.

In addition, this weapon has a very special feature: it has the ability to be upgraded through fusion.

In other words, as Ji Lin's own strength continues to improve, this fan will also evolve and become stronger, always growing in sync with him.

Furthermore, in the future, if you encounter any magical weapons, rare and precious materials, you can fuse and upgrade them...

After Ji Lin put the fan back into the system space, his gaze immediately fell on Ya Zi, who was still fast asleep beside him. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mischievous smile, and gently reached out to tease the tip of Ya Zi's nose.

Ya Zi's brows were slightly furrowed in her sleep, as if she sensed the disturbance from the outside world.

Seeing this, Ji Lin not only didn't stop, but became even bolder, continuing to gently poke Ya Zi's cheek with his finger. Finally, Ya Zi was awakened by this series of harassments. She groggily opened her eyes, looked at Ji Lin sleepily, and mumbled, "What are you doing? I'm not awake yet!"

Ji Lin laughed and pulled Ya Zi up, saying, "Wake up, you little sleepyhead, the sun's already high in the sky!"

As he spoke, Ji Lin led Ya Zi through a set of gymnastics exercises. Although Ya Zi was still somewhat reluctant, she was infected by Ji Lin's enthusiasm and followed him to do some simple gymnastics moves.

Time flies, and a few days later, Ji Lin sat in his office in the Yau Tsim Mong district headquarters, leisurely sipping a cup of fragrant coffee while staring intently at the newspaper spread out in his hand.

"Shock!"

"The Flying Tigers are unmatched in bravery, and the crime-fighting hero solves another case!"

The headline on the front page of the newspaper was particularly eye-catching, accompanied by a large photo of Ji Lin and the Flying Tigers members looking dashing.

The photos were taken at excellent angles, perfectly showcasing their handsomeness and bravery.

Since the newspaper was published, Ji Lin has become the focus of everyone's attention. Even the foreign executives and Lei Luo and others called to highly praise and affirm Ji Lin's outstanding performance.

Just as Ji Lin was basking in the glory brought by the newspaper, a sudden, urgent phone call rang out, instantly pulling him back to reality from his pleasant reverie.

The voice on the other end of the phone was Huang Bingyao's. His tone was unusually anxious, and he even asked Ji Lin where he was at the moment, saying that he had an extremely important matter to report to Ji Lin in person.

From his urgent, almost out-of-control tone, Ji Lin was completely baffled, wondering to himself what could have happened to make the usually composed Huang Bingyao so out of control.

Despite his doubts, Ji Lin quickly drove towards the Flying Tigers headquarters.

When he arrived at his destination, he pushed open the door to Huang Bingyao's office without hesitation. However, the scene before him left him speechless. The room was in complete disarray, with documents scattered everywhere and tables and chairs overturned, as if it had just been the site of a fierce battle or ransacked.

Looking at Huang Bingyao himself, he was even more disheveled. His once neatly combed hair was now a mess, as if it had exploded.

When Huang Bingyao saw Ji Lin walk in, he rushed forward like a drowning man grasping at a last straw, tightly hugging Ji Lin's leg and crying out in tears, "Brother Lin! You must save me! My gun... my gun is gone!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Lin suddenly realized that the scene before him seemed to be the plot of "Fight Back to School".

However, Ji Lin did not show it immediately, but decided to tease the panicked Huang Bingyao first.

After all, losing a police officer's service weapon is indeed a very serious matter, but in the current era of Hong Kong, given Ji Lin's status and power as one of the four chief detectives, such a small problem is nothing.

So Ji Lin deliberately put on a serious expression and said in a deep voice, "Bingyao, calm down! Tell me clearly what happened."

Upon hearing this, Huang Bingyao stopped crying slightly and sobbed, "Brother Lin, I really don't know! I checked and maintained it yesterday, but today I found it had vanished! And... and that was my 'Gun of Kindness'!"

Ji Lin kindly suggested to him, "How about I get you another gun?" However...

Huang Bingyao refused without hesitation, replying firmly, "No! I must get this gun back!"

It turns out that Huang Bingyao's family has a unique and mysterious family martial arts technique, which is very different from what is commonly known.

Most people who practice swordsmanship focus on nurturing the sword to imbue it with spirit and power; however, the Huang family has had members serving as police officers in every generation, so their focus is on nurturing guns, regarding firearms as important family heirlooms.

For Huang Bingyao, the lost gun was not just a weapon, but a part of his life.

In their family's traditional martial arts system, if one loses the gun that they have been maintaining for a long time, their martial arts skills will be greatly reduced, or even completely lost.

In particular, his signature move, the deadly scissor kick, will be rendered powerless without the gun that complements it.

So Ji Lin and Huang Bingyao sat facing each other, and the two began to carefully review Huang Bingyao's activities over the past few days and the specific details that might have led to the loss of the gun.

After in-depth discussions and meticulous analysis, their attention ultimately focused on one place—Edinburgh International School.

The story dates back to when the cruise ship robbery had just ended, and the entire Hong Kong Island was full of praise for the bravery and strength of the Flying Tigers.

For this reason, the international school made a special application to the relevant authorities, hoping to invite the Flying Tigers to visit the campus for exchanges, so that the students could personally experience the style of this elite team.

The students at this international school are not only all wealthy and influential, but many of them are also alumni of the Hong Kong Legislative Council or other official institutions in Hong Kong. Therefore, the Flying Tigers could not refuse.

However, just yesterday, after the Flying Tigers visited Edinburgh International School at the invitation of the school.

An unexpected situation occurred: Huang Bingyao's "gun of kindness," which he always carried with him, disappeared without a trace!