You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 280 President of the Perfect Biological Society: Tong Jian!
"Another perfect creature?"

Chi Ping pondered for a moment. Li Jikun had also intended to create a perfect creature before, but their understandings and directions of perfection were different.

So far, no "event" has been triggered. Regarding the ruins, there's a chance we might see an S-class figure who perished in the catastrophe. If a fight breaks out, it could be troublesome.

Thinking of this, Chi Ping selectively edited some of the content from the distortion incident and sent it to He Zhao of the Original Church and Huo Ba in prison. He then asked Huo Ba to pass the message to Luo Xinghe.

Try to see if you can trigger the task.

Half a day ago.

Before Mang and Chi Ping arrived at Baishi Town, they were in the jungle not far from Qingfeng Village.

It was midday, and a few rays of sunlight filtered through the leaves. Fine particles of dust could be seen swirling through the air due to the Tyndall effect. A slanting ray of sunlight fell on the roof of the cabin.

This is a fairly large camp, consisting of some wooden houses and tents.

The people in the camp painted the roofs and tents camouflage, and some heavy machinery was covered with branches and camouflage cloth to avoid the prying eyes of drones in the sky.

In the center of the camp stood a massive stone tablet, six or seven meters tall and two or three meters wide. The tablet was thick and covered in moss, and it looked quite old.

The bottom of the stele was supported by a wooden frame. It turned out that the stele was not located at this place.

This stone tablet is of the same nature as the one at the entrance to the Mythological Civilization Ruins, used to record the final glory of a certain civilization. Members of the Eternal Life Society brought it here in an attempt to decipher it.

Next to the stone tablet was a rather large wooden house. The floor space alone was approximately one to two thousand square meters. In Chi Ping's previous life, building such a house in the woods would have taken considerable effort.

Fortunately, in the world of people with special abilities, everyone is very good at doing things.

Walking into the largest wooden house, the floor is covered with Ruan carpets. This kind of carpet is thick and feels great, but its only drawback is that it is expensive.

Originally there were many such craftsmen in Ruan, but after the war, there were very few people who could hand-weave such carpets.

Walking in on the Luan carpet, the second to last room is the room of Tong Jian, the president of the Eternal Life Society.

As soon as I opened the door, it felt like I had arrived at the office of a big business owner in Star City.

Two golden dragon fish sway in a nearly ten-meter-long water tank, and there is a tea table made of rosewood.

The dazzling young man behind the tea table.

He was dressed in a smart suit, rimless glasses, and had a refined demeanor. At first glance, he looked like the kind of person anyone would want to be around. Gentle as jade—that's exactly what it meant.

But the most eye-catching thing is not the temperament of the young man, but the "sofa" under his butt.

The sofa was furry and always warm and comfortable. If you looked closely, you might detect a face that was always sad among the furry beard.

This is a distorted "human sofa".

For most people, distortion is uncontrollable. This is like finding a perfect "human sofa" among thousands of random distortions.

It is extremely difficult and extremely exhausting.

At 12 noon, the "human sofa" whimpered twice. The young man, Tong Jian of the Eternal Life Society, had a bitter look on his face.

He is the perfect creature in the eyes of the lynx, but the "perfect" here refers to the perfect fit between Tong Jian and the distortion factors.

Theoretically, as long as he can keep up with the research on distortion, he can have more abilities without limit.

But even such a big shot was worried about what might happen next.

He left the room with a heavy heart. A row of service staff in uniform were already standing in the corridor, holding steaming dishes.

Next, Tong Jian, the company president and the man his subordinates called a perfect creature, was about to serve a woman a meal!
The people stretched out their arms and legs and followed him. The waiter in the lead was also a cadre in the association.

"Are all the dishes for today ready?" Tong Jian asked seriously.

"We have everything!" the officer replied quickly, pointing to a row of service staff. "We have everything, everything!"

There were over fifty dishes in total, and twenty to thirty waiters. Fifty dishes wasn't difficult to prepare; the challenge lay in getting them ready at this time and in this place. Even with all the preparations, Tong Jian still felt a lingering fear.

The last time before that, I was beaten for not wearing a suit. I protested, and the beating got even worse.
The last time, I was wearing a suit and got slapped twice. It wasn’t as painful as last time, but it was more embarrassing than last time.

Last time, he wasn't wearing glasses, and that woman's punch nearly knocked out his stomach acid.

But Tong Jian couldn't do anything to the other party. At the moment, he couldn't beat her because her ability restrained him. On the other hand, Tong Jian had something to ask of this woman.

Tong Jian walked through the corridor of more than ten meters, feeling as if he was about to die. When he reached the last room, he knocked on the door, bowed, and said in the most gentle and respectful tone:
"Ms. Tuotu, it's time to eat."

He even controlled the distortion of his vocal cords to make his voice sound better.

The door opened a crack, and the person inside looked at Tong Jian before opening the door completely.

"Enter."

Tuotu spoke briefly and to the point, and everyone walked in quietly and one after another.

While she was looking at the food, she glanced at Tong Jian out of the corner of her eye. The latter was constantly wiping his sweat, and his hair on both sides of his temples was stuck to his cheeks.

Suddenly, Tuotu raised his eyebrows and Tong Jian's body trembled.

"Why are they all vegetarian?" asked Tuotu.

Tong Jian quickly asked the person serving dishes to come up and pointed at the tray: "There are meat dishes, there are meat dishes!"

Tuo Tu looked at the dish. Although the problem was solved, he still felt unhappy.

So, she asked again, "Why is it all lean meat?"

Tong Jian quickly waved his hands, and two more people came up: "These plates are fatty meat!"

Hearing this, Tuotu narrowed his eyes and looked at Tong Jian. Without even taking the next step, Tong Jian felt a chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head.

"You have prepared everything. Are you trying to make things difficult for me?" Tuotu said.

"what?"

Tong Jian never expected that there would be such a thing, and he was completely helpless.

As a result, another slap was slapped on Tong Jian's face. While slapping Tuotu, he asked:
"Why are you wearing a suit?!"

Tong Jian didn't dare to dodge, and was slapped to the ground twice. Then, Tuotu's high heels stepped hard on his face, twisting it until it was deformed.

The rest of the people were silent.

After a lot of fighting, it finally calmed down. Of course, it could also be that Master Tuotu was tired and hungry.

Tong Jian returned to his room with a bruised face and disheveled clothes.

The moment the door was closed, Tong Jian finally came back to life.

He slumped down on the "human sofa", pulled out a pair of stockings from the drawer, put it to his nose and took a deep sniff.

Under the butt, the furry "human sofa" spoke:

"Why are you pretending to be scared if you're enjoying it so much?"

Tong Jian folded the stockings and put them in his coat pocket. These were the ones that Tuo Tu had taken off and no longer needed.

He smiled slowly and said:

“If I showed I was enjoying it, she would stop hitting me.

"And they'll think I'm a pervert."

(End of this chapter)