"I'm damn pissed off!"
Su Mo, who had been in a good mood, suddenly turned as black as a burnt pan.
The system's first lottery gave him that so-called Cloud-Piercing Hand skill, which he accepted.
After all, it was a free gift from the system—no sour grapes.
But this time, what the heck was this?
Speech Master?
Suddenly, a flood of information appeared in his mind.
It was all about special speech techniques and a ton of psychological knowledge.
This skill... couldn't be called weak.
If Su Mo wasn't a cop, going into psychological counseling, he'd definitely be a top master.
Or he could become a charismatic cult leader.
That would definitely attract a huge following in a short time.
But the key point was, he was a freaking police officer!
Did this Speech Master skill have anything to do with police work?
"System, explain this to me."
"Is this Speech Master really a 'detective' skill?"
"Are you sure you're called Detective System, not Criminal System?"
Su Mo just blasted the system with complaints.
He was seriously pissed off.
He had high hopes for this "Divine Detective System."
But it seemed the system's lottery rewards just got more and more ridiculous.
Of course, none of Su Mo's rants got any response from the system.
"Fine, fine. There are still two more draws left, maybe the next ones won't be surprises."
With no other choice, Su Mo tried to comfort himself.
Then he looked at the 4000+ Detective Points on the system panel and grit his teeth:
"System, draw again!"
[Ding! Deducting 2000 Detective Points, starting the draw!]
A flash of light, and a new skill appeared:
[Ding! Congratulations Host, new skill acquired: Blunt Strike!]
[Blunt Strike: When wielding a weapon, you subconsciously become unnoticed by others.
Additionally, backstab damage you deal increases by 200%.
This is a very powerful skill, so, wanna swing a stick, kid?]
"..."
Seeing this hot-off-the-press skill, Su Mo's mood, which had just recovered, sank again into darkness.
Weird knowledge kept popping into his mind:
How to position yourself to stay in others' blind spots.
What movements make others overlook your presence.
How to maximize backstab damage when wielding a weapon.
Blunt Strike—just like its name—was made for sneaky backstabs!
"System, do you have some misunderstanding about what it means to be a cop?"
Su Mo was speechless.
In his imagination, a cop should be fearless.
Even in storm and rain, even if they get bloodied and bruised, they would charge ahead without hesitation!
That was what deserved to be called a hero!
But Blunt Strike...
Well, it wasn't useless—still quite strong.
But the word "hero" probably wouldn't be linked to Su Mo anymore.
Imagine this:
During a fight, everyone else faces criminals with resolute expressions, ready to risk their lives.
Then suddenly, Su Mo appears behind the criminal and knocks them out with one stick...
The scene just felt... off.
Su Mo stared blankly at his three bizarre skills for a long while.
After a moment, he sighed deeply.
"System, spend the remaining 2000 Detective Points to boost physique."
"And 300 Detective Points to boost mental strength."
Su Mo decided not to draw again for now—this was a trap!
Better to improve his own body than get a bunch of useless skills.
[Ding! Deducting 2000 Detective Points, Host physique +20]
[Ding! Deducting 300 Detective Points, Host mental +3]
As the system's voice rang, Su Mo immediately felt a difference.
His body looked the same as before, but he noticed his muscles were tighter and bones tougher.
Most noticeable was that his strength increased a lot.
As for the three mental points, he didn't feel much effect—maybe just a bit clearer-headed?
"One hundred points for one point of physique or mental strength."
"Not bad. In this aspect, the system is still reliable."
For the first time, Su Mo felt satisfied with his system.
His physique had originally been 110, now it was 130.
What did 130 physique mean?
Within the police force, he should now be among the elites.
As for special forces types, they probably had around 150.
Though he wasn't there yet, it was only a matter of time.
Mentally, he hadn't noticed much change yet—he'd study that later.
Overall, today's gains were not small.
Besides those two ridiculous skills, Su Mo was quite happy with his first day at work.
At that moment, Su Dahai, who had just finished talking with Yang Guoming, came over.
"Kid, why the long face?"
"Stop pretending. Everyone left, you can let your injured hand out now."
Su Mo's disguise might fool others, but not Su Dahai.
Who was Su Dahai?
Captain of the Criminal Investigation Team, living on the edge of life and death every day—he could tell with one look whether you were hurt.
"Dad noticed?"
"This wasn't my doing. The station chief arranged it; I don't know why either."
Su Mo shrugged and explained a little.
He knew his dad hated opportunists the most.
"Foolish kid, Yang Guoming's doing this is for your own good. You'll understand later."
Su Dahai scolded with a smile, then gave Su Mo a heavy pat on the shoulder:
"You did well this time, didn't embarrass your old man."
After saying that, Su Dahai smiled openly and left the courtyard.
Su Mo stood there, watching his father leave, also smiling softly.
In the past, Su Dahai had been especially strict with him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so furious about Su Mo being late.
Getting praise from Dad was like the sun rising in the west.
But honestly, it felt pretty good.
Yeah... even better than the leader's compliments.
As Su Dahai left, Yang Guoming, looking troubled, walked over.
"Su Dahai gave me a tough problem."
Yang Guoming sighed, still worried about how to pry open those criminals' mouths.
This was related to a shooting case, so he couldn't be careless and had to act quickly.
If the delay was too long, there could be unexpected risks, alerting the suspects.
But convincing those criminals to talk—that was the real problem.
"Master, what's going on?"
Noticing Yang Guoming's grim expression, Su Mo asked.
"Heh, nothing major. Let's go back to the station."
Yang Guoming smiled casually, not wanting to trouble Su Mo.
After all, this problem wasn't something a rookie cop could handle.
No need to add unnecessary worries for him.
At least, that's what he thought.
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