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

Meng Jingting was standing right next to Zhong Xun during the inspection.

As for that group of busybodies, he chased them all away.

The man wore black trousers and a white shirt, and the leather buttons on his cuffs added a touch of asceticism, giving him a serious and powerful aura.

"Truly worthy of being the number one male model in the Tribunal," Qin Fengyue thought to herself.

"That's enough, get up." Qin Fengyue turned off the equipment and turned to Meng Jing to say, "Boss, Young Master Zhong is fine for now, it's just that his mental energy is a bit excited. You guys better... cough cough, you should understand."

Meng Jing waited for her to finish speaking before raising an eyebrow slightly: "Young Master Zhong? Weren't you just saying 'darling' and 'sweetie'?"

Qin Fengyue: "!"

Gan! He's forgotten the terrifying possessiveness of an S-class Alpha.

Before Qin Fengyue could think of a response, Zhong Xun offered his help, saying gently, "It's just a few pleasantries between friends. If you mind, I'll only tell you from now on."

Qin Fengyue pursed her lips and looked at the two of them.

Meng Jing paused for a moment and said in a deep voice, "I don't have that kind of fetish."

Zhong Xun said calmly, "Why are you being so polite?"

"..."

Qin Fengyue moved with effortless grace, her sky-high heels swaying as if on flat ground, her large, flowing waves around her waist making her look like a "soul-summoning banner."

Qin Fengyue closed the door to the infirmary, and the room immediately fell silent.

Zhong Xun put on his shoes and pointed to a chair: "Sit."

Meng Jing asked, "What are you doing?"

"Mental well-being," Zhong Xun continued. "Didn't Dr. Qin just say that my mind was quite excited, which caused my temples to ache and deplete some energy?"

The energy of the B-level "miasma," not even counting the pollutants, was already difficult for Zhong Xun to digest. He didn't even dare to think about the higher levels. Next time, he would have to tell "Hidden" in advance that if he dared to absorb it randomly again, he would have to draw it into the circle.

Meng Jingting sat down.

  

"Do I need to write a related report?" Zhong Xun asked.

The mental tentacles reached into the S-class's mental sea, and as if they had found prey, they immediately felt pleased.

Meng Jingting's hand, which was resting on his lap, trembled spasmodically, but then calmed down under his master's strong suppression. "No need, I'll write it for you, but the tribunal will take a basic statement from you."

"Hmm." Zhong Xun squinted and found the two tangled and knotted mental energies, separating them very gently and delicately.

Alphas are violent and fierce creatures. The chaos of their mental energy makes them even more manic, while this gentle experience is like having their hair soaked in clouds, an indescribable ultimate relaxation.

Zhong Xun also released pheromones.

The cool fragrance from the empty valley entwines the cliff cypress, from the treetop to the branches and leaves.

When Meng Jingting opened his eyes again, he felt as if the world had been repainted with color, becoming exceptionally vivid.

He tentatively magnified the barrier, revealing green grass, blue sky, birds flying by, and insects crawling into decaying leaves, as if under a ten-fold microscope.

Zhong Xun frowned slightly. Not long had passed since the last counseling session ended, but Meng Jingting's mental state was still tense and suppressed. He had too many tasks. He dared not entrust the A-level "miasma" to the same level adjudicator. The safest approach was to let a high-level Alpha take over.

"Don't you usually bring medics with you on missions?" Zhong Xun asked.

"Occasionally," Meng Jing heard. "It's too dangerous. Mental counseling when you come back is the same."

Zhong Xun thought for a moment: "Are we still short-staffed?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Jing looked at him and understood what he meant: "You're not even in this major."

"Why not just get a certificate?"

"The pass rate is extremely low."

Zhong Xun grunted, "Okay."

As the two were leaving, Zhong Xun asked, "Does the restaurant at the Tribunal make milk tea?"

"No." Meng Jing replied very quickly, which showed that he was busy with official duties again.

"Sun Chen will come over in a bit to take your statement." Meng Jing heard this and said, "When you're done, go back to the lounge and wait for me."

Zhong Xun smiled and said, "I know."

The midday sun fell on his face, his brows and eyes gentle and low, with light shimmering softly, as if those dark and hideous pasts did not exist. Meng Jingting felt a little out of his mind again. He knew that if Zhong Xun had not been changed beyond recognition for more than ten years, he would have grown in this direction, or even better.

Meng Jing felt a lump in his throat. "Okay, go straight to the lobby."

Zhong Xun obeyed and waited in the lobby for three minutes before Sun Chen jogged over.

The two were quite familiar with each other. Sun Chen led Zhong Xun to the interrogation room, talking non-stop: "It's just a formality. The boss has already handed over all the details. As your Alpha, he definitely knows your mental state and pheromones, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

Zhong Xun responded, "By the way, there's been a sudden appearance of pollutants in Area A. Is there any explanation?"

This question was like a silencing button; Sun Chen's face instantly turned grim. Only their footsteps echoed in the corridor. Just when Zhong Xun thought Sun Chen would never speak again, the man took a light breath and said, "It's hard to say."

"The energy and magnetic field monitoring in Area A is very comprehensive, but this consuming contaminant seemed to appear out of nowhere, just like that. The security chief almost hanged himself in front of the tribunal this morning; he was clearly frantic, but he couldn't offer a reasonable explanation," Sun Chen said in a low voice. "The possibility of it infiltrating from the outside is extremely low."

As soon as Sun Chen finished speaking, he subconsciously exchanged a glance with Zhong Xun.

Logically speaking, this seemingly useless little brat should know nothing, but Zhong Xun's eyes were calm and deep, as if he had an answer that was about to be revealed that resonated with Sun Chen. Sun Chen's brow twitched violently, and he hurriedly looked away.

The interrogation room was dimly lit, surrounded by high-density bulletproof glass. Two people were already sitting inside, and one of their faces looked unexpectedly familiar.

That day, in the garden outside the lounge, the gray-eyed man silently observed Zhong Xun before leaving without saying a word.

"Xu Hengzhou and Cui Hua," Sun Chen introduced, "both are Level Two Adjudicators."

Second-level adjudicators are promoted based on their outstanding performance and workload exceeding a thousand tasks. Unlike other places where connections and personal networks matter, the adjudication court requires real ability to face life and death head-on.

It turns out the gray-eyed man's name is Xu Hengzhou.

Zhong Xun nodded as a greeting, and Cui Hua was very polite, but Xu Hengzhou had a cold and stern expression, showing no intention of giving in.

Sun Chen's heart skipped a beat. Was Xu Hengzhou among the people who were scheduled to give a statement?

Zhong Xun sensed that the visitor had ill intentions.

As expected, the routine inquiry turned into a tricky interrogation.

"As an Omega, even with psychic tentacles, carrying a comatose child, you single-handedly broke through the miasma of a Grade B contaminant. Zhong Xun, do you know what that means?"

"But that's the truth, sir."

Xu Hengzhou stared intently at Zhong Xun: "You're saying the pollutant was a domestic abuser who was an Alpha in his previous life?"

"Yes, sir."

"Once an Alpha is contaminated, its destructive power increases exponentially, not to mention within the 'miasma,' where the contaminant receives a boost. The actual level of that contaminant is equivalent to Grade A. Could you describe the details?"

Xu Hengzhou spoke quickly and aggressively, even asking the same question every few minutes, giving Zhong Xun no time to react.

This was a full-blown interrogation.