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

Zhong Xun stood at the door of 503, staring at the ordinary security door in front of him, without any knife marks or bloodstains.

Cui Meng's cry of "Mom" echoed in his mind.

This reminded Zhong Xun of her mother, who was gentle, kind, and uncompromising.

He was easily hurt, but he never bent his spine until his death.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhong Xun coughed lightly twice.

Meng Jingting took off his coat and draped it over him, saying, "I'll take you home."

Zhong Xun did not refute.

However, the court called when the car was halfway there.

Sun Chen and Zhang Yingyang activated the scanner and recorded the number of times the special gun had been used. According to regulations, they had to go back immediately to write a pollution incident report.

Without hesitation, Meng Jing replied, "Okay."

Zhong Xun, in the passenger seat, opened his eyes. "Is it appropriate to take me there?"

"Your presence in my lounge isn't against the rules." Meng Jing paused, then added, "Family members have the right to visit."

Something in those words amused Zhong Xun, and a tender smile appeared on the young man's lips.

"Okay," he replied lazily.

Meng Jing couldn't resist stepping on the gas.

"Why are you in such a hurry to see the boss?" Zhang Yingyang, who was following behind, said.

The vehicle passed two intersections, and Meng Jingting chose to head towards the courthouse. Sun Chen seemed to realize something and sighed softly.

It seems the boss's almost dusty repair bay will finally come in handy.

Neither the repair chamber nor the repair fluid is of much use to an S-class Alpha whose mental strength is damaged, but it's a different story for Zhong Xun.

Meng Jingting gently placed him into the cabin, and the thick, glue-like repair fluid immediately enveloped Zhong Xun completely without affecting his breathing.

Zhong Xun had a terrible headache, and vaguely heard Meng Jing say, "You should get some rest."

Under the combined effects of the male pheromones and the repair fluid, Zhong Xun gradually felt better.

He fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes, everything was quiet, and I could see the gray ceiling.

  

Zhong Xun easily pressed the hatch opening button on his right.

"laugh--"

He slowly sat up from the repair fluid.

My dizziness has subsided, but I still have intermittent, slight, dull pain.

"Hide?"

There was still no movement, but it shouldn't be a threat, since the mental tentacles didn't show any aggression.

Zhong Xun left the repair cabin.

A quick glance around revealed the stereotypical tribunal lounge, predominantly gray and white, with even the coat hooks by the door gleaming in a somber black. The repair bay faced a 1.5-meter-long bed, just big enough for one person to lie down. A desk and chair were placed near the window. Zhong Xun stepped forward, pulled out two books, and glanced at them: "Relevant Regulations of the Tribunal" and "Detailed Judgment of Pollutants," among others.

Zhong Xun curiously opened his fountain pen and drew a circle on the paper; it was dark blue.

It's a color that Meng Jingting likes.

No one would have guessed that the person living in such a simple lounge would be an S-level adjudicator, and also the owner of 49% of the shares of Huaigu Group, with properties all over the place.

Zhong Xun looked out, and because he was on the second floor, he had a clear view of the garden.

At midday, the sun shone warmly, and swarms of irises swayed in the wind.

Opposite is the Tribunal building, majestic and silent. Moving the gaze upwards, one can see eight large characters carved on a stone tablet standing on one side: "Pollution will not cease, and the judgment will not stop."

Next to it was a line of small silver text: 【Everything for humanity】.

Such declarations have resonated globally since the birth of pollutants, with countless Alphas rushing to the front lines of adjudication. Some have died at the hands of pollutants, while others have put up a tenacious resistance.

Zhong Xun, however, did not feel much about it.

His eyes were downcast as he looked up at the sky, as if countless threads were hanging down there, casting a shadow called "fate" as humanity sought its own salvation.

How many people are puppets?

The truth of this world may never have been about eliminating pollutants.

The room felt stuffy, so Zhong Xun put on the black coat that Meng Jingting had hung on the coat rack and walked downstairs.

The garden was indeed warm. Zhong Xun found a chair, sat down, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed the moment.

Footsteps gradually sounded beside me, then stopped not far away.

It wasn't Meng Jingting.

Zhong Xun turned his head and saw a serious young man with gray eyes. The lines on his face were taut and straight, and it seemed that he could not make any other expression except calm or angry. Upon closer inspection, he was quite handsome.

The other person just quietly observed Zhong Xun.

Although he didn't show it obviously, Zhong Xun could sense a kind of rejection.

Zhong Xun smiled and nodded: "Hello."

The young man frowned slightly, then turned and left without saying a word.

He was wearing the arbitrator's uniform; he was probably on his way to work.

About half an hour later, Sun Chen arrived.

As his deputy, his reports didn't need to be as detailed and lengthy as Meng Jing's, so he followed his boss's instructions and delivered food to Zhong Xun.

Seeing Zhong Xun in the garden, Sun Chen was somewhat surprised: "You've recovered?"

"Almost done," Zhong Xun said. "Are you still busy?"

"Yeah, we're always busy." Sun Chen placed the lunchbox next to Zhong Xun, then sat down beside him and sighed. "But luckily, this time we're on a mission with the boss, so it's manageable that he's covering for us. Unlike the other group, they're having a really tough time."

Zhong Xun asked curiously, "What?"

"We dealt with a Class C pollution source, it was a dog." Sun Chen's tone was tinged with melancholy. "It had been following an old scavenger. Animals, you know, have feelings. Before it died, it was contaminated, and a 'mist' formed around their little wooden house. It wouldn't have been discovered originally, but a few clueless blond-haired guys got drunk and went to cause trouble for the old man. In the end, it died and three were seriously injured."

"The two adjudicators went to clear away the 'miasma,' and were almost knocked out by the old man with two sticks," Sun Chen said. "It took three whole days of wrangling before the old man finally gave in. Afterwards, he cried so hard that he fainted and had to go to the hospital. One of the adjudicators even paid for his medical expenses, and it looks like he won't get them back."

Zhong Xun: "They're all in pretty bad shape."

"Oh dear, it's getting late. You should go back to your room and eat. I still have work to do." Sun Chen stood up. "Oh, right, the break room key..."

Zhong Xun continued, "Meng Jingting must have granted me the necessary permissions; it showed as soon as I opened the door that the information was approved."

Sun Chen choked up. The arbitrator's information is also recorded in detail when the partner is entered. The boss has directly opened up the permissions.

"Alright, I'm leaving."

"Okay, goodbye."

Sun Chen walked away and glanced back. Zhong Xun was carrying a lunchbox upstairs. He scratched his head, feeling awkward about facing the group of people in the office who were eagerly waiting and causing a ruckus.

"How was it? How was it? Was it because the lighting inside the miasma was bad that you and Zhang Yingyang misjudged? Under the sunlight, that guy surnamed Zhong would turn into white smoke like a ghost, wouldn't he?"

Sun Chen looked at a colleague and thought to himself, "How prejudiced are you?"

Even if Zhong Xun is a ghost, she is a beautiful ghost with red lips and white teeth, who can bewitch and steal souls.

But he couldn't really say, so he nodded vaguely, "Yeah, you'll know when you see it."

Wait till I play dumb and trick you guys.

Sun Chen went to get water, while the others remained huddled together.

"I never expected the boss to bring people along."

"I'm not trying to be mean, but our boss is amazing at everything, except his eyesight is a bit poor."

"I'll take him into the miasma area later to scare him a bit."

Sun Chen chuckled. "What are you trying to scare me about? Back then, the pollutants on the third floor looked like something out of a horror movie, but Zhong Xun didn't utter a single scream."

There are still many doubts about that Class C miasma, which is why Meng Jingting's report has been written up to this point.

The reason why he was pulled in without anyone noticing can only be attributed to the source of pollution maintaining rationality, which made the energy fluctuations within the "miasma" similar to those in the real world.

This is an extremely rare phenomenon, and Meng Jingting must attend to every detail.

As soon as he finished submitting his report and opened his office door, he heard a buzzing of discussion.

The man remained expressionless. The relaxed and pleasant atmosphere from just moments before suddenly became tense. One of the judges, who was eating snacks, choked and turned red in the face, clutching his neck and not daring to make a sound. The others scattered at lightning speed, using their long legs to prop themselves up on the table and instantly returning to their workstations.

The most amazing thing is that the messy desktop suddenly became clean, as if it had been sped up ten times.

After Meng Jingting took three steps, the sound of rapid, rhythmic typing filled the office.

Meng Jingting looked at his subordinate who had almost choked on the cookie crumbs and said, "Drink some water."

"Thanks, boss!"