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The little girl hid under the bamboo basket and cried, her mind blank from the noise of the pollutants outside.

A beautiful hand suddenly reached in. The little girl was startled at first, then slowly looked up.

Zhong Xun smiled and said, "It's safe now, come here."

At that moment, all her fear vanished, and she inexplicably stopped being afraid.

"I got separated from my grandfather..."

"It's alright, I'll take you to find Grandpa."

Zhong Xun had just stood up while holding the little girl when he suddenly heard the sound of a bullet being chambered. He turned around and saw a group of people standing not far away.

He was clearly the "local tyrant" of Zone B. Zhong Xun recognized Zhao Maodian's fat but ever-changing face.

For example, at this moment, Zhao Maodian, who was originally a burly and fierce man, immediately melted into a gentle and obsequious expression after seeing Zhong Xun clearly: "Oh, isn't this Young Master Zhong?"

The ticket to the underground banquet was obtained for him by this guy, albeit under duress and coercion.

"Isn't Boss Zhao going to run away yet?" Zhong Xun asked.

Zhao Maodian had no way to explain his predicament. He had built his base deep in Area B to ensure its secrecy, and with the crowd in such a chaotic situation, he couldn't drive his car out and ended up being among the laggards.

"Boss," the bodyguard said warily, pointing his gun at Zhong Xun, "this man..."

Zhao Maodian's expression changed drastically: "Put it down!"

Along with his voice came a precise pheromone suppression that descended from the sky.

As Meng Jing passed overhead, Zhao Maodian met those dark, deep eyes and almost knelt down on the spot like a bodyguard.

"I'm so sorry, Young Master Zhong!"

Zhong Xun smiled faintly: "It's alright."

With Zhong Xun clearing the way, Zhao Maodian felt relieved. Ten minutes later, everyone in Area B, from ordinary citizens to local bullies, was crammed into a temporary shelter. No one complained; they were just glad to be alive. Meanwhile, the tribunal, having dealt with all the contaminants, began counting the bodies of the victims.

The stretchers, covered with white sheets, fell to the ground with a dull thud; some of them had been gnawed and were no longer recognizable as human.

"Damn it!" a burly man cursed angrily, his eyes red. "We should have chopped a few more of them off earlier!"

One of the adjudicators asked, "Do you remember which direction the pollutants came from?"

After a brief silence, a voice rang out from the crowd: "To the east, I bought noodles and was on my way home when I clearly saw rubble flying in that direction!"

"Thank you for your cooperation."

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Zhong Xun straddled the motorcycle with his long legs, not even wearing a balaclava, and sped off amidst surprised exclamations of "Huh?"

The intersecting alleyways were a mess, with tires crushing blood mixed with pollutants and limbs. A complete floor plan of Zone B quickly appeared in Zhong Xun's mind.

In his spare time, he reviewed all the documents in Section B of the Tribunal.

The two-dimensional drawing is transformed into a three-dimensional structure as it rotates, and a red dot suddenly shines brightly among the blue lines.

It is an abandoned courtyard on the east side, which was previously used to connect drinking water, but was later sealed off because the equipment was outdated.

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It's highly likely that it wasn't filled in.

Zhong Xun's guess was quickly confirmed. Even from dozens of meters away, one could see that the well cover had been washed open, and half of the pollutants were crawling out.

The tire was suddenly propelled by a hidden rock. Zhong Xun quickly gripped the steering wheel, but the handlebars still veered slightly at high speed. Immediately afterward, a heavy weight pressed down behind him. Meng Jingting's embrace instantly filled his senses. He leaned down and took over Zhong Xun's job, his head naturally resting on the young man's shoulder. "This car has been modified, I'll take over."

Zhong Xun relaxed upon hearing this and asked amidst the whistling wind, "Are you done with your work?"

"It's completely under control," Meng Jingting replied.

As they spoke, the courtyard was almost within reach. Meng Jingting turned sideways and braked, then braced himself with his long legs after coming to a stop.

As Zhong Xun came down, he casually touched Meng Jingting's lips.

Just as he was about to leave, Meng Jingting grabbed his wrist again.

"Let me see the wound."

Zhong Xun paused for a moment, still thinking about the wound.

"It's on your arm, isn't it?" Coal Ball scoffed. "What if you don't ask how long it's healing?"

The consequence of being mischievous is being chased and beaten by tentacles.

Coal Ball's words are heartless. Zhong Xun doesn't possess the superhuman physical abilities of an Alpha; not only has healed, but he's still bleeding.

"It's not a big problem," Zhong Xun said. "Shall we go down and take a look?"

What Zhong Xun thought was also Meng Jingting's guess.

Several waves of pollutants attacked the tribunal and multiple locations simultaneously; they couldn't have just appeared out of thin air. They used the same method as Li You and others. However, the citywide security alert came late. Meng Jingting reasonably suspected that Song Chu had used his ultimate authority to coerce the Minister of Security.

When they went down into the well, the half of the contaminant was still alive.

"How pitiful," said Coal Ball. "It was eaten away by other pollutants."

Like a tattered plastic bag swaying in the wind, its body is flat and its eyes are on top of its head.

It reached out to grab Zhong Xun's trouser leg, only to be stomped on and crushed by Meng Jingting.

The coal briquette hissed softly.

Meng Jing looked down, her eyes devoid of warmth.

"Let's go," Zhong Xun said.

Below the courtyard was a hidden world, quite spacious, and the sealed pipe opening had indeed exploded, releasing a considerable amount of toxic gas. Meng Jingting activated his pheromone barrier.

The two walked hand in hand down the narrow, sticky, and blackened path.

"Will Song Chu run away?" Zhong Xun asked.

Meng Jingting: "I am monitoring his every move, including the Meng family. I cannot rule out the possibility that he created this chaos to confuse the public, but I have already completed the handover with Grandpa Qian. His hatred for Song Chu is no less than mine, so he definitely can't escape."

Zhong Xun said slowly, "Song Chu isn't stupid. I guess he's thought of this too. Theoretically, he might be at his wit's end and planning to wear them down one by one, but things are definitely not that simple."

"You said..." Zhong Xun paused, a guess sending a chill down his spine.

Meng Jing turned around and looked over.

"Was the fusion experiment really a success?" Zhong Xun asked in a low voice.

Zhong Xun had seen fusion beings before. In his previous life, a mad scientist created a fusion army in order to win and combat the inevitable pollution during battle.

But as I said before, once the pollution levels exceed the critical point, there's no going back.

The result was that the fusion was either destroyed due to the intense battle, or the critical point was exceeded, and it became a complete pollutant.

But Zhong Xun remembered that Song Chu had not succeeded in his previous life. When his scheme was exposed and he was brought to trial, he was very old and died in prison not long after.

Many things have changed, Zhong Xun thought. Is it because he didn't become a puppet?

"There's no difference." Meng Jingting said in a deep voice, "The fusion experiment was proposed more than a hundred years ago. Why did the alliance reject it unanimously? The bottom line cannot be tested. If humans become expendable resources, the Tribunal will have no reason to exist. Even if Song Chu brings out an entire fusion army, he will still be put on trial."

Zhong Xun suddenly smiled upon hearing this.

That smile was so radiant that it brightened the dark underground pipes. Meng Jingting felt embarrassed by her gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Did I ever say that?" Zhong Xun whispered, "You look really handsome when you're serious!"

The Grand Judge smirked: "You're flirting again."