A light brown scar was etched on Jiang Yu’s wrist. Though it was small, the contrast against his pale skin made it particularly noticeable. Li Po couldn’t ignore it. The scene from the arsenal flashed through his mind like a movie reel. He had wanted to find evidence to dismiss his unrealistic suspicion, but the more he remembered, the more embarrassed he became.

If he remembered correctly, he had bitten him right there…

Li Po’s left hand, holding the strap, awkwardly froze mid-air, his gaze flickering. The hand gripping Jiang Yu’s wrist unconsciously tightened.

Wasn’t the Alpha’s body supposed to heal quickly? Why hadn’t this small wound healed after so long?

Could it be that Jiang Yu’s body wasn’t that strong?!

Thinking of this, Li Po almost burst into laughter. He was tempted to glance up at Jiang Yu’s expression, but his survival instincts told him: don’t push your luck.

Weighing the pros and cons, he forced himself to continue, his hand wrapping the strap around Jiang Yu’s wrist.

The Omega’s palm was soft and warm, his delicate skin tightly pressed against Jiang Yu’s cold wrist, adding a bit of warmth to the area. As he worked, the back of Li Po’s hand accidentally brushed over the scar, causing a faint, itchy sensation to spread from it.

Jiang Yu’s brow furrowed slightly, unaccustomed to this strange feeling. He had considered pulling his hand back, but the Omega’s grip was too firm to easily escape. He briefly thought about forcibly withdrawing his hand, but then remembered that Li Po had just come out of his heat and was still sensitive. Jiang Yu didn’t want to make him cry again.

With that in mind, he cast a brief glance at the serious-looking Omega, then averted his gaze and did nothing.

Li Po felt like Jiang Yu’s cold gaze was boring into his back. He didn’t care why Jiang Yu was staring at him; he just wanted to get rid of this plague as soon as possible.

The black strap was fastened securely, but Li Po didn’t know how to handle the two extra straps, so he randomly wrapped them around Jiang Yu’s wrist, making it look like a poorly tied rice dumpling.

It looked a bit ugly at first glance. Li Po frowned in disdain. But paired with the light-colored scar, it suddenly became strangely appealing to him.

…Ugh, his strange fetish had been triggered.

Li Po took a deep breath, quickly suppressing that odd thought. He released Jiang Yu’s wrist and picked up the threshold detector, pressing the start button.

According to Bian Lu, this machine was designed to measure the spiritual power fluctuation threshold of operatives. The Alphas in S District went on missions frequently and consumed a lot of spiritual energy. To avoid irreversible damage to their bodies from excessive consumption, White Tower had developed this device so every Alpha could regularly monitor their condition, preventing any catastrophic consequences.

“Ding—” The test was complete. Li Po snapped back to reality and glanced at the display screen.

With just one glance, his pupils trembled.

Two blue lines snaked upward on the screen. One stopped at the S District, while the other continued to climb, eventually reaching the top and settling steadily in the SS District.

Wait, what did this mean? Could it be that Jiang Yu’s spiritual power fluctuation threshold was S to SS?

Li Po was stunned. His first thought was that the machine was malfunctioning. So, he pressed the start button again, quickly tapping it three times in a row.

“Ding—”

“Ding—”

“Ding—”

Three tests, all showing the same result: S to SS.

At that moment, Li Po’s entire worldview darkened. Although he knew by now that he wasn’t an E-grade spiritual power user, facing the terrifying SS-grade spiritual power in front of him, he still felt a sharp pang of jealousy.

Yes, he admitted it. He was practically a sour lemon at this point. Unlike most people who would feel admiration or respect, Li Po felt a strong sense of bitterness. Even A-grade spiritual power wasn’t good enough for him; he wanted more. The E-grade he had initially been tested with had dealt him a heavy blow.

And now, Jiang Yu’s SS-grade spiritual power stirred up a sandstorm in his heart, making him feel utterly gray inside, with even the spark in his eyes dimming.

It made sense, after all. Someone who commanded such respect from the other operatives couldn’t possibly be weak. And with the way Jiang Yu had single-handedly shot those terrifying pollutants into dust, his strength couldn’t be below S grade.

But Li Po hadn’t expected that Jiang Yu was the only SS-grade spiritual power user in the S District…

He was wrong—completely and utterly wrong. He took back everything he’d said about Jiang Yu being weak. Not only was Jiang Yu strong, but he was very strong!

“Sir, your spiritual power fluctuation threshold is between S and SS,” Li Po said in a low voice. Even Jiang Yu could sense that something was off in his tone, but he didn’t ask anything, merely nodding calmly.

Seeing Jiang Yu’s indifferent attitude only made Li Po feel even more bitter. It was like discovering someone had a fortune worth billions, but they didn’t care at all, while you were stuck feeling sour.

After delivering the test result, Li Po reached out to help Jiang Yu remove the straps.

He was feeling frustrated, so his actions weren’t as gentle as before. The black main strap was quickly pulled open by his nimble, pale fingers. He lowered his gaze, about to remove the remaining two straps, but then he noticed they had somehow gotten tangled together into a dead knot.

“…”

Li Po silently took a deep breath, bracing himself to untangle the mess. To make it easier, he wedged his fingers between the straps and Jiang Yu’s wrist, pressing his fingertip against the knot and using his other hand to carefully pull one of the straps loose.

The knot was tighter than he had expected, and both straps were pitch black, making it hard to see where they began and ended. Li Po couldn’t make it out, so he raised Jiang Yu’s wrist higher, bringing his face closer.

Gradually, his forehead lowered closer and closer until it was almost touching Jiang Yu’s palm.

The next second, Jiang Yu pulled his wrist away.

Warm breath still lingered on his skin. Jiang Yu’s expression was cold as he ripped off the straps, not saying a word throughout.

Li Po watched nervously as the straps were torn to shreds. Was this necessary? Wasn’t that a bit too rough…?

“It’s fine now,” Jiang Yu said without much expression.

With those words, he stood up from the sofa, clearly about to leave.

“Wait, sir.” A sudden thought struck Li Po, and he hurriedly called out to stop him.

Jiang Yu paused, lifting his eyes slightly to give him a calm look. The Omega stared back at him, seeming like he had something on his mind.

Then, Jiang Yu heard the Omega speak with seriousness, as if this was the most important thing in the world: “Sir, if Doctor Bian asks me to pay for damages, can I come to you for compensation?”

“I don’t have any money.”

Li Po nervously clenched his hands, looking at Jiang Yu with unease. Afraid that Jiang Yu would refuse, he deliberately softened his voice, sincerely adding, “Really, I don’t have a penny.”

“…Fine.”

Jiang Yu’s cold, emotionless voice rang out, and Li Po watched as he walked away with the same indifferent expression.

After seeing off this “plague,” Li Po finally breathed a sigh of relief. His usual blank expression returned as he sat back on the sofa. He then picked up the two straps that had been tossed onto the table, looking at them with some pity.

Ah, the life of a wage earner is so humbling. Luckily, Jiang Yu was reasonable. If it had been someone less understanding, he might have had to pay for this out of his own pocket—it would’ve been a huge loss.

After some random thoughts, Li Po sat there holding the broken straps, deep in thought.

Since these straps could measure an Alpha’s spiritual power threshold, could they also measure his? Even though the straps were torn, it probably wouldn’t affect the results, right?

Li Po was always quick to act. Without overthinking it, he wrapped the main strap around his wrist.

“Ding—” Test complete.

Li Po watched intently as the two blue lines appeared. The first line crept up slowly, moving just a millimeter before stopping in the E District.

Li Po: “…”

Crap, not like this. He was scared.

The other line continued to rise, passing through the D District, C District, B District, and finally reaching the A District.

Just as Li Po was eagerly waiting to see where it would stop, a loud sound suddenly came from the door of the consultation room.

His expression froze as he quickly yanked the strap off his wrist, balling it up and tossing it onto the table.

Then, he looked up, guilt written all over his face, towards the door.

Sure enough, it was Bian Lu again.

Bian Lu walked in, his face showing signs of exhaustion. After closing the door behind him, he forced himself to perk up and glanced around the room. “He left?”

Li Po nodded obediently.

“Knew it…” Bian Lu muttered. Jiang Yu never liked wasting time—if he could stay for three minutes, he wouldn’t stay for five. Bian Lu was used to it by now. After mumbling to himself, he walked up, picked up the threshold detector from the table, and casually glanced at it.

The next second, he frowned.

Why did the screen show the spiritual power fluctuation threshold as E to SS? Could the machine be broken?

There was no way Jiang Yu’s spiritual power could be that low, even if he were severely drained. After all, an E-grade spiritual power user was practically a useless person with no spiritual energy at all. And the range was just ridiculous—how could someone switch from SS-grade power to nothing at all in the blink of an eye?

Bian Lu couldn’t imagine what kind of person could have such a split in their spiritual power. It was too absurd.

No way it could be Jiang Yu.

Before he could ask anything, Li Po had already come clean.

The Omega nervously handed him the two broken straps, his gaze drifting: “Doctor Bian, the straps broke when the officer pulled them off… I think the machine might be broken too…”

“…!!!”

Bian Lu’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the two torn black straps, his mind going blank for a few seconds.

Then, an indescribable glint flashed in his eyes.

He didn’t expect this—they actually played quite wildly.

But why did they have to dirty his pristine consultation room?!

After a fierce mental debate, Bian Lu forced a stiff smile at the Omega. “It’s fine, if it’s broken, we’ll just go through the repair process.”

Li Po asked awkwardly, “Uh… do I need to pay for the damages?”

Please no, Li Po thought to himself. He was just being polite; in reality, he was broke and couldn’t afford to pay.

The next moment, Bian Lu spoke meaningfully, “No need, just put it on Jiang Yu’s tab.”

“Okay.” Li Po’s eyes lit up instantly, the spark in his eyes returning.

“Oh, right, Li Po, I need you to do me a favor,” Bian Lu said as if remembering something.

“Can you deliver something to the fourth floor for me?”

“To who?” Li Po asked curiously.

“To Yu San.”