"Huayan, Hu'er is someone I left behind in Seaside City. It's not entirely because of you. Hu'er is also helping me collect information on the domestic economic development. So, please don't reject Hu'er's occasional assistance. Can't we at least be friends?" Huli's voice was hoarse as he spoke the words he had prepared before answering the call. But facing Huayan, he suddenly lost confidence in the words he thought would be reassuring.

"I don't want him to disturb my life, do you understand?" Huayan replied firmly.

"Then, if you really have a difficult situation and need help, can you first turn to Hu'er?" The gentle voice seemed to penetrate thousands of miles, warming Huayan's heart.

With the idea that more friends mean more ways out, Huayan finally agreed. After hanging up with Huli, she called Hu'er to tell him not to follow anymore. Hu'er might have also received a call from Huli, instructing him to be careful, before he left.

Arriving at Mr. Yang's fabric shop, Lao Qiao noticed that there was no one following Huayan and anxiously asked why the person didn't follow. Lao Qiao's subordinates were among the best in the country, so he admired how Hu'er managed to escape from them.

Seeing that Huayan was about to break down, Mr. Yang quickly kicked Lao Qiao. Lao Qiao snapped out of it, realizing he had forgotten the main issue.

Calming down, Lao Qiao became serious, and only then did Huayan feel that he truly resembled a state official.

"Huayan, if it weren't for the seriousness of this matter, neither I nor Mr. Yang would have disturbed your life. We know from your usual cautiousness that you don't want others to know about your abilities. I understand this, after all, standing out from the crowd comes with facing many things.

I remember a story about a child addicted to drugs. His family advised him to quit, and he himself intended to quit. After discussing with his family, they finally followed the child's wishes: they put handcuffs on him and chained him to the bed so he couldn't move, naturally preventing him from getting high...

But on that day, when the family was away, the child ran away. When they returned home, they saw a scene: a severed hand lying on the bed. It turned out that the child had a drug-induced fit and, in search of drugs, had cut off his own hand. (This is a real memory of a drug enforcement officer.)

Many people's lives are ruined by drugs. Many juveniles turn to crime, and many couples self-harm, all because of drugs. Our country has a large population and huge market potential, which attracts the attention of major drug lords around the world. This year, the situation of drug enforcement in the south is exceptionally urgent. The border police, as well as key areas by sea, land, and air, have dispatched the best technical talents and equipment, as well as elites from various places.

But we're still at a disadvantage against the drug lords. We've only seized forty percent of the drugs in previous attempts. If this continues, the drug lords will organize larger quantities of drugs to flow into our country, the harm of which is immeasurable."

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The story of the child cutting off his own hand showed just how much determination he needed at that moment. It also illustrated how powerful drugs can be.

Back when I was in the orphanage, the old director often talked about how many orphans, forced by circumstances, ended up selling drugs in major nightclubs and bars, sinking their bright youth into an abyss with no bottom."

"What can I do then? After all, I'm just one person," Huayan questioned.

"You will be our last resort in the anti-drug operation. The drug traffickers are moving a large quantity of drugs this time. With foreign heat on them, drug traffickers from all over will use us as a trading hub. They're desperate to sell or buy drugs before the New Year. So, they will attempt several large shipments, or they won't have enough time. We have undercover agents among the traffickers. As soon as we know they are transporting a large quantity of drugs across the border, we can catch them off guard and seize their goods. Given the seriousness of the situation, we must ensure nothing goes wrong," Mr. Yang explained.

"I can help with the drug bust, but I don't want too many constraints," Huayan expressed her dislike for being restricted, living like a machine. It's best to lay out the ugly truth for a happier work future.

"Haha... What kind of person discovers what kind of talent," Lao Qiao laughed heartily, looking at Huayan and Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang awkwardly scratched his nose and explained, "You can rest assured about this. I made the same request initially. Now, I can continue running my fabric shop, which is a good persuasive argument."

"Are you also an Esper?" Huayan muttered to herself, wondering when Espers had become so common.

At this point, both Lao Qiao and Mr. Yang fell silent, seeming to be carrying a burden. However, Mr. Yang quickly changed his tone, saying, "I am also a Clairvoyant Esper, just like you. I discovered my ability at a very young age and caused a sensation in the jade gambling world. When I was thirty, Lao Qiao recruited me into the Esper warrior team. A year ago, my ability started becoming unstable and gradually disappeared. Half a year ago, Lao Qiao faked my death.

In fact, you've hidden your Esper abilities very well, but we both have the ability of clairvoyance, and I sensed a similar aura from you. If Lao Qiao had seen you, he would have been fooled too. Perhaps this is fate."

"There are some things I should tell you now. We suspect that Mr. Yang's ability disappeared due to overuse. Initially, he could use his clairvoyance several times a day and fully recover after a night's sleep. But in the end, he completely depleted it. What do you think about this?" Lao Qiao asked.

Pouring herself a cup of tea, Huayan raised her eyebrows and replied, "Everything in the world has its day. Besides, if I said I was afraid, would you give up on me?"

"Haha, well said! Your previous request doesn't have to be worried about at all. Besides me, no one can assign you tasks. You are our precious Panda-level asset. Except for critical missions, we won't interfere with your normal life. You can choose a code name for yourself, and from now on, we will only call you by that code name when you're out of this door."

Huayan replied without hesitation, "Then let it be Panda."

"Oh, are you not going to think about it again?" Mr. Yang kindly reminded.

"Just Panda. Is that not good?" Huayan retorted.

"Not bad. Often Esper warriors choose names like Eagle, Tiger, Cobra, or Crocodile, something powerful. Your cute Panda will be the first of its kind in our team," Lao Qiao remarked.

"That's good then. I was worried about conflicting with someone else. So, Mr. Yang, what did you used to be called?" Huayan asked.

Lao Qiao knew Mr. Yang was hesitant to say due to pride, but it would be amusing to tease him. "His code name was Vulture."

"That's a majestic code name, but it reminds me of the word 'bald'." Huayan confessed.

Mr. Yang blushed, and Lao Qiao burst into laughter, "You're really clever, Huayan. We've been saying that for over twenty years. When we say it, you think we're seeking revenge. But as soon as Huayan hears it, she says the same thing, proving that your code name does indeed evoke associations. Haha..."