The System Arrived Four Years Early, but the Anomaly Is Still a Juvenile

Chapter 102

The match was over.

Shen Ge swung his racket with an air of effortless superiority, as if to say, He strolled to the center of the court while Zhang, the nationally ranked tennis prodigy, walked away with a big, fat zero.

It wasn’t that Zhang lacked skill—it was simply impossible to compete against and other moves straight out of a anime. Even Federer or Nadal would’ve thrown their hands up in defeat.

Losing the match was one thing, but some genius in Zhang’s entourage had livestreamed the whole thing on Douyin, confident of victory. Now, clips of his humiliation were probably spreading like wildfire.

Defeated, out of money, and stripped of dignity—Zhang Yaozu was

Zhang sneered, extending a hand with fake sportsmanship.

Shen Ge ignored the handshake and instead handed his racket to Zhang.

Shen Ge smiled.

Zhang’s eyebrow twitched.

Zhang was at a loss.

Call it bullshit, but Shen Ge had pulled off anime-tier techniques. If they switched to basketball, he might just dunk on Zhang with a slam, and that’d be million down the drain.

Five million wasn’t trivial, even for Zhang. Money didn’t grow on trees, so he bit his tongue.

Cheng Shengnan stepped forward.

Zhang swatted her phone away and raised a hand to strike her.

Shen Ge moved like lightning—catching the phone midair while seizing Zhang’s wrist.

Zhang tried to wrench free, but Shen Ge’s grip was iron. When their eyes met, Zhang’s bravado died in his throat. Shen Ge’s smile was —like a predator toying with prey.

The lackeys surged forward. One hulking brute, nearly two meters tall, lunged to grab Shen Ge’s throat—a move that screamed

Shen Ge sidestepped, hooked the man’s arm, and his elbow into the joint.

The brute collapsed, howling.

Spectators scattered or whipped out phones to record. With their toughest guy down in one hit, the others hesitated.

Zhang hissed,

Shen Ge chuckled.

Zhang blinked. This guy’s logic was

Shen Ge cracked his knuckles.

Originally, Shen Ge had just wanted to test the precision of his ability. If he could manipulate a tennis ball’s trajectory, controlling explosives for supernatural combat would be child’s play.

The five-million bet? Just a flex— sugar mommy was richer hotter than anything Zhang could offer.

But then Zhang had to go and in front of him.

Shen Ge was Even joining the Special Response Division, he wasn’t one to back down from a fight. Two months of brutal training had only sharpened his edge.

The brute had gone for the kill—so Shen Ge broke his arm without remorse. Mercy to enemies was cruelty to oneself.

Zhang could’ve walked away with his tail between his legs. Instead, he’d doubled down on his card.

Well, if he wanted to play game, Shen Ge would teach him what authority meant.

As Shen Ge advanced, Zhang barked,

Two words. That’s all he managed before every man in his group—save the D-list influencers—hit the floor.

Zhang stammered, legs shaking.

Shen Ge suddenly closed the gap, slipping something into Zhang’s hand before backing off, arms raised in mock surrender.

Zhang looked down. His soul nearly left his body.

A

Shen Ge shrugged.

Zhang turned. The crowd, spotting the gun, had

Shen Ge grinned.

Shen Ge flicked out his badge.

Zhang’s brain short-circuited. Shen Ge had implied he was police—until now.

As the Zhang heir, he had No judge would take Shen Ge’s word over his!

Then uniformed officers stormed in, tasers drawn.

Zhang flung the weapon aside.

His groaning lackeys littered the floor. The cops hesitated, aiming at both men.

Shen Ge his badge at them like a playing card.

The officers stiffened. One inspected the badge, then snapped a salute.

Three years ago, all new officers had been briefed:

Zhang’s jaw dropped.

Shen Ge retrieved his badge.

The cops hurried out.

Shen Ge picked up the gun, wiping it clean.

Zhang’s worldview had shattered.

He’d gotten his way—until today.

His parents had warned him:

Shen Ge, with his skills untouchable status, was clearly one of them.

The had turned out to be a

Five million it was.

Zhang transferred the funds with trembling hands.

…..

With their game cut short, Shen Ge and Cheng Shengnan left the sports center.

Shen Ge checked his watch.

Cheng Shengnan beamed.

Two hours later, Shen Ge his life choices.

Women’s shopping: an endless loop of outfits, bags, and cosmetics.

Cheng Shengnan modeled everything, demanding opinions she’d anyway.

By the time they reached International Plaza’s cinema, Shen Ge was for a break.

Then, as they descended to the theater level—

[Warning!]

[Host has entered a nest of low-tier supernatural entities. Entity count exceeds 20. Extreme danger! Evacuate immediately!]

Shen Ge froze.