"I said NM!"

Even a clay figure would have a temper, let alone this vicious foreign spy. Jiang Ling's relentless pressure didn't make him retreat; instead, it unleashed an unexpected burst of courage. With a strange cry, he pulled out a spherical object the size of a goose egg from his arms and threw it toward the densest part of the crowd.

"careful!"

The moment Jiang Ling saw his movement, she immediately shouted and controlled the ordinary people under her control to stay as far away from the sphere as possible.

"careful!"

The awakened ones who reacted also shouted loudly, protected the people around them behind them, and then tried their best to use their psychic powers to analyze the little thing they had never seen before.

About 0.3 seconds later, someone said seriously, "I know, it's a bomb, the detonator is going off!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ling released the mind control over the others and focused his attention on the sphere.

Seeing that ordinary people had regained their free will, a person who was good at leadership immediately ordered them: "Run! Run to the wall!" It was not until later that Jiang Ling learned his name - his name was Song Jianying, and he was a political commissar.

The spherical bomb traced a strange arc through the air, then hovered in mid-air, seemingly defying the laws of physics. Its surface vibrated constantly, the result of a mechanical delay. Three seconds passed like this, and finally, the "pop" of a struck match was heard from one side of the bomb, but it did not detonate successfully.

Jiang Ling took two steps forward, grasped the ball, and fiddled with it for a few moments before pulling out a four-centimeter-long metal cylinder—the so-called detonator. Actually, stopping a bomb from exploding was simple: simply use your psychic power to deflect the safety pin on the detonator. She had used this method to prevent explosions many times before. Psychic control could be used not only for thieves but also to defuse bombs.

By the time the panicked crowd had regained their composure, the guy who had littered the hazardous waste had vanished. He had slipped out through the gap Jiang Ling had left for him while the crowd dispersed. Now he was probably running to find his safe house, right?

Jiang Ling was not interested in where this guy was going. There were more important things to do now, and the trainees had no obligation to chase down fugitives.

"How is it? Is everyone okay?" The leader asked everyone. His presence was very strong, which reminded Jiang Ling of a term he had heard before - "social awesomeness".

Jiang Ling knew she couldn't do what he did. This was due to everyone's experience and social outlook. Her comfort zone wasn't broad, superficial, equal communication, but rather small, yet profound, circles where people were often judged by how long they'd been together. So, she didn't catch his eye and simply became a passing guest in his life.

Tang Wanzhou's social skills are much better. She is almost a mirror image of Jiang Ling. When she faced that man, it seemed that sparks of love flew between them. Before that, Jiang Ling always thought that love at first sight did not exist.

Seeing the couple refusing to separate, Jiang Ling felt a strange emotion crowding her brain. She noticed she smelled a bit sour, as if she'd fallen into a jar of vinegar. It seemed like a chemical reaction of envy and jealousy. She felt like she'd lost something, and her heart felt strangely empty.

【Why? I was here first!】

She screamed in her heart, but her behavior did not change at all, and she still maintained an almost arrogant indifference.