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

"Meng Jingting is still sleeping." Zhong Xun pulled out a chair and sat down, gesturing for the housekeeper to add another set of chopsticks and a bowl. "I gave him some emotional support last night."

Tan Que was completely stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning.

This capable person, who had been working as a liaison and personal assistant to Meng Jingting in the courtroom for many years and was paid an exorbitant salary, now had his pupils flickering and his lips trembling.

Is the eldest brother still alive?

Tan Que's mind was in turmoil, but it did not affect his keen perception.

Zhong Xun had already started eating breakfast. Unlike his usual gloomy crawling, where he would sit down and numbly chew with his shoulders hunched, today Zhong Xun was elegant. His back blocked the light, and his calm eyes held a startling clarity.

"Sit down and eat for a while," Zhong Xun said. "Given Meng Jingting's constitution, he should wake up soon."

Tan Que sat down in a daze, and after two bites, he felt like he was eating his last meal.

Click—

As soon as the door to the upstairs room opened, Tan Que immediately looked up.

Meng Jingting had just finished showering, wrapped in a black bathrobe that reached his ankles. He was tall and his hair was messy and wet. He didn't look as serious and upright as he usually did when he wore a suit or combat uniform, but his pheromone level and the accumulation of years of battles gave him a habitually domineering attitude.

He raised an eyebrow, expressing his surprise at Tan Que dining with Zhong Xun.

After finishing his meal, Tan Que stood up and called out, "Mr. Meng."

"The steamed buns Auntie made today were good, and the porridge was soft and tender. You just finished your counseling session, so try to eat something light. How about you replace the coffee with soy milk?" Zhong Xun said naturally.

An eerie silence fell over the living room.

Not to mention Meng Jingting and Tan Que, even the other servants who had worked here for many years looked like they had seen a ghost.

Zhong Xun used to act like everyone owed him money, so how could he be so calm and collected?

But Mr. Meng, having seen much of the world, remained silent for a moment before replying, "Hmm."

Zhong Xun leaned back in his chair, quietly observing Meng Jingting. The two of them could be described as "childhood sweethearts," having met at the age of three and married at the age of twenty-two.

Meng Jingting found it as delightful as ever, just as she had in the beginning.

Feeling as if a hole was about to be burned through his body, Meng Jingting ate a few steamed buns, drank two mouthfuls of soy milk, and stood up, saying, "I'm going to work."

"Okay," Zhong Xun said. "Qi Tian and Yu Zhouci are getting engaged in a few days. Don't worry about the gift, I've prepared it."

Upon hearing this, Meng Jing looked wary: "What are you planning to do now?"

These words were blunt, but Zhong Xun wasn't angry. Given "his" previous reputation, it wasn't surprising that he had overdrawn his credibility.

  

"I'm not doing anything," Zhong Xun replied. "Go to work."

Unable to get any information from him, Meng Jing turned and went upstairs.

When she came downstairs after changing her clothes, Zhong Xun was already gone.

"I'm going back to my room," Tan Que said softly.

Meng Jingting strode away.

There was no need for any arguments, and the divorce could only be put on hold for the time being. Meng Jingting was so busy every day that she didn't want to waste her energy on something that was already a done deal.

Now that he insists on divorce, the moment he enters the office, the strong pheromones emanating from Zhong Xun are enough to prompt the Omega Protection Association to immediately call the police. Even though he is an S-class, he would still have to be detained for a few days.

Zhong Xun succeeded last night.

But you ate well, boss, too, Tan Que thought to himself.

Tan Que did not want to "betray his master," but Meng Jing's expression was too good.

It has nothing to do with mood; it's a kind of vitality that arises from within after the turbulent mental state has calmed down.

He remembered that Zhong Xun's previous pheromone assessment was grade B.

Not bad, Tan Que thought. Omegas are naturally weak in strength and endurance, so they are generally not allowed to participate in dangerous projects such as eliminating contaminants. They have mental tentacles and are considered "precious healers" among logistics medics.

Zhong Xun took a nap.

I was sleeping soundly, dreaming of fragments, but before I could see them clearly, they all fluttered away.

Zhong Xun let himself relax completely. When he opened his eyes, the sun was setting in the west, and the twilight light quietly fell on his fingertips through the curtains.

For three days in a row, Meng Jing didn't go home.

Zhong Xun didn't ask any questions.

However, that evening, he saw the latest report on pollutants on television.

A strong A-level pollutant was discovered in a fishing village in the neighboring Yunzhou. The spread "miasma" extended to a radius of 100 kilometers. It was initially thought that it would cause devastating damage to the surrounding residential buildings, but the S-level adjudicator wiped it out in just six hours!

In the footage, the tribunal's black car appears cold and solemn in the night. Before the door closes, a pair of deep and sharp eyes are captured through the pulled-down combat mask.

Meng Jingting has been in excellent condition these past few days.

How good is it?

He covered everything from Class C to Class A pollutants, but it took him some time to report on this particular Class A pollutant.

Even so, everyone in the group looked up, their mouths slightly open, watching as Meng Jingting's dragon wings spread out behind him, smashing the pollutants down with a punch while tearing apart the "mist" with his bare hands.

This is a unique barrier formed in the location of pollutants, where the magnetic field is disordered, day and night are indistinguishable, and repeated events and ghost walls are frequently encountered, leading to a series of phenomena.

"Brother Tan, how come the boss is in such good shape?" someone asked.

Tan Que felt excited, thinking that you finally noticed.

But this was indeed a difficult thing to talk about. After thinking for a moment, Tan Que said in a low voice, "The boss has received psychological counseling."

You didn't expect that, did you? It was Zhong Xun...

"Boss, you've finally decided to go see another Omega? Congratulations! But don't go too far. We all have our bottom lines. Let Boss get a divorce from Zhong Xun first."

Tan Que: "..."

*

Zhong Xun saw Meng Jingting again on the day of Qi Tian's engagement.

Under a clear blue sky, on a green lawn, surrounded by balloons and flowers, a creamy white table is set with glossy, colorful wines.

As for why Zhong Xun disliked Qi Tian, ​​it's simple: Qi Tian was his half-brother, and Zhong Xun later changed his mother's surname.

His biological father, Qi Heye, had a son, Qi Tian, ​​with his first love before divorcing his mother.

Zhong Xun's mother died of depression after being angered by these two people.

Is it too much to ask for justice?

But in his previous life, a certain rule of the world seized upon this point and forcibly molded Zhong Xun into a vicious puppet.

Even from a distance, Qi Heye noticed Zhong Xun.

The old man looked shocked, clearly not expecting that the person who had just been the subject of much private discussion was Zhong Xun. The next second, Qi Heye felt a surge of annoyance and disgust, thinking it was just another new tactic to cause trouble.

"Today is Xiaotian's special day, so you'd better stop!" Qi Heye said with a gloomy face as he approached. "If you upset Xiaotian, I'll never forgive you!"

Zhong Xun looked Qi Heye up and down.

He had indeed aged. Even though the Qi family had prospered in recent years thanks to Yu Zhouci's influence, Qi Heye had clearly shrunk in appearance. His face was covered with wrinkles, like the peel of a fruit, and he exuded a faint stench of decay.

"Did you hear that?" Qi Heye said sternly.

In his previous life, Zhong Xun was cannon fodder, mainly because he was brainless and timid.

Qi Heye dared to treat Zhong Xun this way because he knew Zhong Xun's personality inside and out.

Zhong Xun remained calm, casually picked up the champagne on the table, and then splashed it all over Qi Heye's face.

"Quiet down," Zhong Xun said softly. "You're being noisy."

Qi Heye was splashed with cold liquid, which dripped onto his expensive suit. Before he could fly into a rage, Zhong Xun looked up.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if you were being threatened and scrutinized by an unseen abyss from skin to bone, and that the slightest movement would result in being swallowed whole.

A chill ran through his brain, and Qi Heye trembled as he took half a step back.

But upon closer inspection, Zhong Xun, bathed in sunlight, had slightly curled ends to his deep chestnut hair, which gave his face a scholarly air.

He looked toward the entrance, a smile playing on his lips.

Following his gaze, Qi Heye saw Meng Jingting, dressed in a black suit, striding towards him.