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

Scarface took the watch, weighed it in his hand, and then looked at the brand name. He immediately smiled.

Zhong Xunteng took out his wallet, pulled out all the banknotes inside, and then turned to Meng Jing and said, "Give me the money."

"I don't carry any cash on me," Meng Jingting whispered.

Scarface took the money again, and this time his gaze towards Zhong Xun had changed significantly. "Tell me, what are you doing in Area B?"

"Find Boss Zhao."

Scarface paused in counting the money, then looked up: "Which Boss Zhao?"

"Boss Zhao from the black market," Zhong Xun said with a smile. "I'll buy something from him."

Hey, we really found the right people. Scarface usually leads his gang to do some illegal and disorderly things, and they go to provide support whenever the black market calls.

Zhong Xun glanced at the container next to him and naturally knew whose things it was.

Scarface thought for a moment, then slapped the cash in his palm. "Alright, come with me."

"Boss, this..." Another Alpha with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face stared intently at Zhong Xun, his face beginning to flush, his voice muffled and suppressed.

"Get lost!" Scarface said coldly. "You're just doing this for money, all you think about is this. You're spineless."

After Scarface finished speaking, he tilted his head slightly, signaling Zhong Xun to follow.

Meng Jing glanced at the man with the pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks as he passed by.

Alpha, who had been staring at Zhong Xun's back, suddenly felt a huge shadow loom over him, and his body temperature dropped several degrees. He turned around abruptly and found that the man in front of him was only a head taller than him, but the oppressive feeling was terrifying.

"Your Omega?" The monkey-faced man licked his lips.

The next second, Meng Jingting grabbed his jaw directly, with such force that the "crackling" sound of bones dislocating could be heard.

"I don't really like your eyes," Meng Jing heard. "Be careful."

The man was speechless.

"Catch up," Zhong Xun urged.

Scarface didn't care about the sharp-tongued, monkey-faced guy; he'd always been a smart aleck, so it wasn't surprising he got beaten up.

  

After navigating several streets into the depths of the underground city, the light was completely obscured. Drunkards, homeless people, and shirtless men playing cards in groups of three or five could be seen everywhere on the steps. The tall streetlights were covered in a layer of dust and grease, and their light looked down indifferently.

The GG sign, illuminated by interwoven red and blue lights, spells out the words "Long Night Bar".

Scarface led them inside.

As soon as the door opened, rock music blared, smoke filled the air, and everyone was jumping and celebrating wildly. Under the sweeping colored ambient lights, it was impossible to see people's faces.

Someone, drunk, bumped into us, and Meng Jingting raised his hand to push the person aside.

When they arrived at the door of a private room, a tall bodyguard stopped Scarface.

"Brother Hui, these people want to see the boss." Scarface took out a wad of cash he had prepared in advance.

The bodyguard took it, but still violently pushed Scarface away: "You can get out now."

Scarface wasn't angry. He nodded and bowed, then gave Zhong Xun a "good luck" look before turning and leaving.

The bodyguard took out his equipment for a routine scan, confirming that the two men were unarmed, before asking, "How much for the goods?"

"There's no upper limit," Zhong Xun said. "I know Boss Zhao is incredibly resourceful."

The bodyguard said coldly, "Wait."

Three minutes later, they were invited inside.

The door is very soundproof; almost as soon as it's closed, the deafening noise outside disappears instantly.

Boss Zhao's real name is Zhao Maodian. He is in his forties, with slicked-back hair and a beer belly. When he smiles, he gives people a fierce and sinister feeling. Now, his smile has vanished, and through the smoke he exhales, he looks like a beast.

"What are you two buying?" Zhao Maodian asked jokingly.

"I need two tickets for the reception at the museum a week from now," Zhong Xun continued.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Maodian sat up abruptly, while his bodyguards on either side subtly pressed their hands against his waist.

A shrewd glint appeared in Zhao Maodian's round eyes, which were bulging with flesh. "I don't understand."

"There's no news in the entire capital that Boss Zhao can't get," Zhong Xun continued. "You set the price."

A calculating glint flashed across Zhao Maodian's face, but just as the tension in the air reached its peak, he suddenly revealed a smile like that of Maitreya Buddha, "Easy, easy."

However, the next second, he suddenly slammed his fist on the table, and after the loud noise, the bodyguards on both sides rushed towards Zhong Xun and his companion like lightning!

Behind Zhong Xun, Meng Jingting, hidden in the dim light, stepped forward.

That stern and sharp face became clear instantly.

Zhao Maodian was about to reach for the Bodhi seed bracelet on the table to continue playing with it when he suddenly saw Meng Jingting's face. He was so startled that he quickly pulled his hand back and knocked over a teacup.

"Stop!" Zhao Maodian exclaimed in shock.

But whether he shouts it or not makes little difference.

The terrifying aura emanating from the S-class guards silenced the air, followed by an immense force that forced all the bodyguards present to their knees.

Zhong Xun strolled forward: "Boss Zhao, you're too cunning."

Zhao Maodian looked like he wanted to tear a piece of cloth to cover his face, but he couldn't move, so he lowered his head with a mournful expression.

No, does a crackdown on organized crime really require the Supreme Court to personally intervene?

"When can I have the two admission tickets?" Zhong Xun asked.

"Judge, judge, look, look at this..." Zhao Maodian pleaded tearfully, but Meng Jing didn't even glance at him.

Zhao Maodian understood everything, but he carefully phrased his answer: "There is indeed a cocktail party being held there in a week, but the tickets are really hard to get. The requirements are too demanding. I'm just a small business owner..."

Zhong Xun was too lazy to listen anymore. With Meng Jingting's intimidating presence, his spiritual tentacles easily entered Zhao Maodian's spiritual sea.

The smell of rotten red wine made Zhong Xun frown. His tentacles easily found a ball of spiritual energy, which he could easily sever at any moment.

Zhao Maodian sensed something and stared wide-eyed in fear.

"Is the day after tomorrow okay?" Zhong Xun asked. "I'll have someone deliver it."

Zhao Maodian strained to lift his eyes, only to be met with a silent, frosty silence. The Omega's fragile glands were faintly visible, but surrounded by Alphas in the room, he was not affected in the slightest by the chaotic pheromones.

Or perhaps it won't have any impact at all...

Meng Jingting stood there, like a guardian deity ready to unleash his domain at any moment.

Zhao Maodian sensed that the ball of spiritual energy was about to be torn to shreds, and his voice changed in alarm: "The day after tomorrow! Definitely the day after tomorrow!"

Many damages to one's mental strength are irreversible, and after years of scheming and maneuvering, he doesn't want to suddenly become an idiot.

Zhong Xun looked down at Zhao Maodian, the black market boss who struck fear into the hearts of everyone in District B. In his eyes, Zhao Maodian was insignificant, eventually crawling down to the level of an ant.

Zhong Xun gently separated a few strands of intertwined spiritual energy with his tentacles. Zhao Maodian's body trembled, and a strange and excited expression appeared on his face. His lips trembled as he looked at Zhong Xun with uncontrollable gratitude.

"I saw what happened to Meng Jingting here, and I hope Boss Zhao will keep quiet about it."

Zhao Maodian nodded vigorously: "Of course, of course."

"Then thank you very much, Boss Zhao." Zhong Xun separated two more strands of spiritual energy. "Is this reward satisfactory, Boss Zhao?"

In Meng Jingting's eyes, Zhao Maodian was like a greedy and cruel old dog, but now he was wagging his tail.