You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

Fang Qian felt that heart beating weakly in her palm, without any nostalgia or regret.

He once thought that if Zou Beikai grew old and passed away, he would definitely be sad and shed tears, but in reality, his heart felt empty.

Fang Qian could even hear the faint chirping of cicadas amidst the dense gunfire.

The sound of cicadas brought back memories of when he first met Zou Beikai. The days were quiet, slipping gently through his fingers. He liked to lie on Zou Beikai's lap, close his eyes, and feel the warmth of the human world.

But stepping outside the framework of what he thought was "happiness," Fang Qian was shocked to realize that the scene of the warm afternoon sun was actually fragmented, and it was his preference that had cast a gentle filter on Zou Beikai.

In reality, the man stroked his head and looked down at him with a satisfied yet contemptuous gaze, as if he had finally found an obedient dog after a long and arduous pursuit.

This is not just a matter of love.

During the months Fang Qian spent in the tribunal, besides Zhong Xun and Meng Jingting being a constant eyesore, there was also the usually serious and aloof second-level adjudicator who would stand in the corridor and gently call his wife; there was also the bouncy, childish young man who would awkwardly stand still while having long phone conversations with his girlfriend; and even the seventy-year-old man who had been in the tribunal for forty years at the back door would pack up some snacks that his wife liked after a small gathering.

Fang Qian stood in the very center, her entire pores filled with the intense aroma of fireworks.

It seems he has grown a heart.

Then Fang Qian suddenly realized—

Zou Beikai is not a normal person at all.

Or rather, he is not a healthy person, so he is unable to have a healthy relationship.

Fang Qian, who had just entered the world, was not yet fully developed in his spiritual sense, and his first genuine feelings were taken away by exploitation.

Intelligent pollutants are also very vengeful.

Zou Bei's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, then he lowered his head and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"You..." Fear and pleading finally flashed in Zou Beikai's eyes, showing that his earlier righteous "at worst I'll die" was just empty talk.

  

He assumed Fang Qian would always be his dog, and then a secret thrill of having high-level pollutants at his fingertips rose within him.

"No, no... no Fang Qian..." Zou Bei tried to touch Fang Qian's face with his blood-stained hand, but the latter frowned and avoided him.

"I..." Zou Beikai began to gasp for breath, his face covered in snot and tears, making him look pitiful and disgusting. "I want to live... please let me go..."

"You won't survive." Fang Qian calmly shook his head.

The heart was crushed into a bloody mess, and with a muffled thud, the lifeless body fell to the ground. Fang Qian stared blankly at the bright red in his palm, inexplicably feeling that Zou Beikai's blood should have been black as well.

But he didn't dwell on it too much. He shook his hands clean, smiled faintly, and said, "Let's go watch the show."

*

Area B.

Small pollutants climbed onto the self-built balcony. Previously, the people here argued, gave each other the cold shoulder, and recklessly expanded their homes, all in the hope of making their lives better. But now, it has become a stepping stone for pollutants to easily climb up. The family hid in their room, trembling, and then screamed in terror at the loud crash of shattering glass.

The pollutant licked its lips, and its slender, scale-covered fingers were about to reach the baby in the cradle when the woman let out a roar. Suddenly, the frail old woman beside her burst forth with boundless strength.

She seemed to have regained her youth, her eyes shining with an astonishing light. She took three steps forward and grabbed the pollutant's arm, her words slurred as she forcefully uttered, "Go...go!"

"Mom..." The woman held her child, her face full of pain.

Seeing its prey flee, the pollutant twisted its wrist, ready to slit the old woman's throat. But the next second, it was violently dragged away, thrown out, and slammed against the wall, splattering black blood in a circle before falling silent.

The dragon wings folded, propelling Meng Jing to a slightly open central location. Then, they unfolded, and as everyone looked out the window, it appeared as if a god was being born from the sun.

The pheromones of an S-class Alpha swept across the area in a ring, causing the pollutants to howl in despair and fall from the balcony like dropping beans.

Under normal circumstances, such large-scale suppression is not suitable because there are many Alphas and Omegas among the people who would instinctively fear and submit to it, but we can't worry about that right now.

One improvement this time is that Zhong Xun is present.

With the help of this incredible spiritual tentacle, Meng Jingting's pheromone coverage became more precise. It was as if the air around him was filled with his eyes, allowing him to see clearly what was happening in every room.

The depleted mental energy, which had just tangled and fallen, was gently picked up and straightened by the tentacles.

After all that, Meng Jingting didn't experience any side effects from excessive pheromone use.

"I think our compatibility has increased to ninety percent," Meng Jing heard.

Zhong Xun smiled and said, "Yeah, I thought it was 100%."

The fact that he was 100% encouraged the Grand Judge. When he took Chung-Hsun to the balcony, he rushed towards the workshop, which was filled with pollutants. The men inside were barely holding on.

Zhong Xun bent down and entered the room, helping the old woman up from the floor. "Are you alright?"

The old lady could barely stand, and suddenly asked Zhong Xun, "Did you see that just now?"

"I saw it." Zhong Xun praised, "Still going strong for your age!"

The old woman smiled so broadly her teeth were almost invisible. "When I was young, I served in the army..."

As Zhong Xun escorted them away, he exclaimed with genuine admiration, "Amazing!"

As the court vehicles arrived one after another, the crowd felt as if they had seen a pillar of strength. Their fear instantly turned into rage and a thirst for survival, and some burly men began to take up weapons and resist.

Coal Ball sighed again, "Humans are truly complex creatures."

Zhong Xun ignored them, handed the old lady and her family over to the court, and then ran deeper into the area.

"Watch out, Dr. Chung!"

"must!"

The tribunal quickly cleared an escape route, from which everyone crowded toward the shelter, while Chung Xun went against the current.

Suddenly, Coal Ball asked, "Why do humans prioritize protecting their young?"

"Aren't they pollutants?"

"Not entirely," Coal Ball said. "Intelligent pollutants might activate the 'protect' attribute, but most pollutants, you know, devour, grow, and kill each other."

Zhong Xun: "Do you understand the difference between us and humans now?"

Coal Ball snorted, "By the way, you and the Grand Judge don't have any kids, huh?"

"Why would two men like us need a child?"

"What will happen to their vast fortune in the future?"

Zhong Xun: "I donated it."

Coal Ball changed his tone: "How about..."

"Surrogacy is illegal, surrogacy is punishable by death," Zhong Xun said coldly.

"No, I mean you can treat me like your child!" Coal Ball exclaimed passionately.

Zhong Xun almost laughed when he heard this: "Meng Jing would have smashed you to pieces the moment he saw you. You're not worthy to be his child."

Coal ball: "..."

Chung Hsun: "His brain circuitry is quite unique."

"Isn't it because you humans are so protective of your children? You give them everything."

"Not all of them." Zhong Xun kicked away the pollutants that were rushing towards him, used one hand to brace himself against the broken wall, flipped over, and landed smoothly without even catching his breath. "There are plenty of irresponsible parents out there. Here, eat."

The red core that the tentacles had previously extracted from the pollutant's abdomen was stuffed into the coal ball's arms. It hurriedly pulled out two thin hands to hug it, its eyes instantly filled with tears: "Thank you, Daddy."

No need, Zhong Xun thought, replenishing coal briquettes is like replenishing one's spiritual sea.