Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

Since the whole thing is fake, the little rabbit might do something outrageous when she learns the truth from Amiya.

Kal'tsit's implication was also very clear: Mike's life was probably in danger.

"No way, during the time I was away from Rhodes Island, didn't you do any psychological counseling for Amiya?"

"I am very busy."

Kal'tsit's words left Mike speechless.

Busy single mothers often neglect their daughters' mental health.

Kal'tsit has a responsibility, but she also feels justified, so the problem ultimately falls to Mike.

He had already revealed his presence to the Rhodes Island operators. Although the six people who came to the Sami Icefield did not relay the information back, missions always come to an end, and the truth will eventually come out...

Mike shuddered at the thought. If anyone on this land could pose a threat to him, Amiya would definitely be in the top three.

He never imagined that one day he would be threatened by someone he had personally trained.

The demon's family heirloom should be a weapon based on causality.

Mike, who was following behind Kal'tsit, immediately quickened his pace, grabbed the lynx's arm, and shouted, "Help me, Dr. Kal'tsit!"

Kal'tsit's lips twitched. Ever since this man left Rhodes Island and unloaded his burdens, he has become unrestrained and capricious. His childlike shouts now are just his true self, aren't they?

The woman pushed open the door and went inside without turning back, leaving the doorway open for Mike.

Mike stood at the door, like Tang Sanzang standing before the Spider Cave—a step back meant a vast expanse of sky, a step forward meant a dragon's den and a tiger's lair. But today, he couldn't refuse the lynx.

With a spirit of facing death without fear, Mike entered the room; if this was his fate, he was willing to accept it.

……

After a while, the woman lay on the man's chest, her fingers pressing on his firm shoulders.

They've just finished a hard-fought battle and are resting.

"An, I wasn't like this before."

Did I turn you into this?

The woman pressed her forehead against the man's forehead, their eyes met, their noses touched, and their breaths mingled.

"I don't know, maybe it is, maybe..."

“This is so unlike you, Kal'tsit. Are you still confused? I think this is the real answer.”

“I said something similar to you a long time ago: we should get along well.”

The man chuckled, "Indeed, I thought we could get along like friends and eventually become good colleagues. I never imagined we'd end up in bed together."

"You bastard, tell me honestly, besides you and me, how many other girls have you had intimate contact with?"

"You know, I'm always very passive in these kinds of things. Besides you, there are probably only three or four other people like me."

"Only three or four? You're getting more and more shameless."

Mike didn't answer, but stuck out his tongue and licked Kal'tsit's lips. The lynx instinctively stepped back, but she quickly realized that she was no match for Mike now. The man's strong hands pressed down on her back, and they were pressed tightly together like conjoined twins.

"You're usually too fierce; only now do you make me so infatuated."

This time, it was Kal'tsit who remained silent, lowered her head, and gently kissed the man's lips.

Then they began another battle, which continued until both sides were completely exhausted.

……

Finally, the duel between Mike and Kal'tsit came to an end.

Mike's efforts were met with a response from Kal'tsit, and they embraced tightly.

The man looked at the woman before him, her pupils unfocused, her tongue unconsciously licking itself, and couldn't help but say happily, "Haven't I ever confessed my feelings to you?"

Upon hearing these words, the lynx, who had been in a daze, mustered her strength, but the aftereffects still lingered in her mind and body. She couldn't utter a single word, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

"To be honest, Kal'tsit, I like you. I've thought so for a long time. I don't know what Rhodes Island would be like without you. If I didn't have you, maybe I would be sleeping in the sarcophagus in Chernobog forever, and maybe someone else would dig me out."

Kal'tsit was panting heavily. Several seconds passed before a voice filled with gritted teeth came through: "You're so despicable, confessing at a time like this!"

“I feel that this is the time when we are closest to each other. If you feel there is a problem, I can reschedule for another time.”

Mike knew Kelsey wouldn't accept it, and he hadn't expected the woman to give him a definite answer.

Often, the bewildered lynx herself hadn't figured out what path she would take, and even with Theresa's encouragement and guidance, she still couldn't find her way forward.

"Have you had enough fun today?"

"Yes, but if I said I didn't get enough fun, would you come again?"

Kal'tsit's question embarrassed Mike, but the man smiled and shook his head: "No, maybe next time."

"You bastard, so even you have your limits."

"Oh, you're provoking me. Do you want to try again?"

Mike said that only in response; he knew Kal'tsit was completely exhausted, and so was he.

“Sometimes I’ve thought about it. There are so many female operators who like you, and some of them are willing to give themselves to you. To be honest, I’m going to give them two kinds of badges. One is red, which means they can have close contact with you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The other is blue, which means their relaxation time is Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.”

Mike's mouth dropped open, and he was speechless for a moment. He slapped Kal'tsit's buttocks hard with his hand, thinking, "I didn't expect you to be such a lynx." But what he said was something else entirely: "Mon, Wednesday, Friday, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, thankfully I still have Sundays to rest."

But his words were met with a cold laugh from Kal'tsit: "Rest? You actually want to rest? We'll go all out on Sunday."

"Then you might as well just kill me."

Mike responded with another cold laugh, just as they had said before: Kal'tsit knows Mike well, and Mike knows Kal'tsit well.

The lynx could guess what men were thinking. There's no such thing as a free lunch. How many female operators would be willing to share? Take herself for example. She wants to have at least one day a week to herself. As for sharing with others, forget it.

It's all because Mike never expresses his opinion on matters of the heart, and he seems to enjoy it nonetheless.

……

In the lobby of the research station, several people sat together, some glancing at their watches from time to time, seemingly calculating the time.

"Don't look down anymore, there's really no need. If they're done, they'll definitely come out."

Muirse glared at Horhaya fiercely; in these matters, the Feathered Serpent always sabotaged her.

Holhaia was not unaware of the water sprite's thoughts; she herself felt intense jealousy. How could they have lasted so long?

As everyone watched with bated breath, the person in question finally arrived, albeit late.

Mike changed into a new set of clothes; his previous outfit was completely unwearable, as was Kal'tsit's. When the old woman pulled identical clothes out of her suitcase, Mike wondered just how many the Great Lynx had prepared...

To ease the awkwardness, Mike grabbed his hair and shouted, "Has everyone eaten yet?"

However, his words received no response, and the atmosphere suddenly turned cold. Fortunately, Chongyue appeared at this moment, and he seemed to have heard Mike's greeting from a great distance.

The older brother smiled gently: "Everyone has already eaten tonight, but I noticed you haven't left your room, so I left some for you."

Upon receiving Chongyue's reply, Mike was moved to tears; there are still many good people in this world.

When Chongyue took out the plate of stir-fried meat, Mike asked, "What's this?"

“I went out and hunted a deer, cut off the meat, and also found some local specialty tonics, which is just a small help.”

When Chongyue uttered the word "supplement," Mike swallowed the rest of his words. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Kal'tsit couldn't help but feel embarrassed and quickly ran away. Then he smiled wryly and said, "Mr. Chongyue, there's really no need for that."

"Why not?"

"Between Kal'tsit and me..."

Mike wanted to say he was innocent, but he couldn't bring himself to say those two words. How could they be innocent? Everyone wasn't stupid; they could see the truth.

Chongyue laughed loudly, "Then I am not wrong. No need to be polite. It is what I should do."

The Grandmaster was obsessed with martial arts throughout his life, practicing boxing and strengthening his muscles and bones. He had no interest in matters of men and women. Therefore, when these words came from his mouth, Mike could only hear the weariness on his face, but could not feel any desire from the bottom of his heart.

The Grandmaster was a pure person, so pure that he could master even the simplest martial arts to the highest level, something Mike himself couldn't match.

"I understand that sometimes maintaining a relationship between two people requires more than just mutual benefits."

Mike was stunned again. He looked at the Grandmaster again, wondering why his brother would consider Kal'tsit his partner.

After Chongyue put down his plate, he got up and left. His turning around was a natural movement. Mike's attention was focused on the plate in front of him. When he looked up again, the Grandmaster was nowhere to be seen.

112. This is a cat.

Only then did the man reveal a meaningful expression: "Interesting."

Although he had gone far away, to those present, the Grandmaster had not left a single trace.

Chongyue took this step earlier than Mike had imagined, which may have added new uncertainties to the journey.

Mike bent down and finished all the food on his plate, leaving nothing behind.

He had no choice; feeding Kal'tsit every time required a tremendous effort.

Compared to other operators, the lynx eats more, digests faster, and has a greater need for food. Mike doesn't know if this is a reward or a form of revenge for it, or perhaps both.

What made Mike even more anxious was that this time Kal'tsit didn't sneak around like before, but openly expressed what she wanted. This sent a very dangerous signal: she was no longer going to hold back. The other female operators who wanted it but hadn't gotten it yet didn't hesitate to bare their sharp fangs at Mike.

People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.

Mike didn't realize his indulgences were a bad thing until he became the meat on the chopping block; the girls would soon show him what cruelty was.

Perhaps after the Sami incident is resolved, he should find a place to hide, a real place to hide, instead of loitering around in Lungmen under the noses of the operators.

The good news is that there aren't many female operators who dare to take the initiative against him right now. The bad news is that once the news leaks out, he'll be eaten alive.

Mike was both amused and exasperated that he was actually troubled by something like this.

……

It took the Snowdrop tribe three days to cross the research station. During those three days, snow priests or elders from the tribe would visit from time to time. Mike would receive them one by one and then see them off.

Among them, Xue Si subtly indicated to him that other nearby tribes also wanted to go together, but Mike could only politely decline. He had limited time to stay here, and even if other tribes wanted to go with him, it would depend on whether they could seize this window of opportunity.

Three days passed quickly. On the afternoon of the second day, the operators, who had rested for a while, began to pack their belongings and take away enough supplies for the journey. Kal'tsit kept her promise, said a few words to the operators who remained with Mike's team, and then hurriedly left to return to the Rhodes Island main ship.

Finally, Mike breathed a sigh of relief after getting rid of the glutton. However, he could also see that the operators, including Blaze, Horhys, Muirsey, and even Mudrock, who had been stirred up by Kal'tsit, were starting to get restless and even plotting and discussing what methods they could use to make Mike submit.

This terrifying experience left Mike scratching his head in disbelief.

So these past few days, Mike has been practicing boxing with the Grandmaster and running with him during morning exercises, leaving the covetous operators no chance to make a move.