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

Meng Jingting pushed open the door and strode in.

He had excellent hearing and could hear Tan Que inside the wall repeatedly muttering "People's hearts are no longer what they used to be."

Meng Jing didn't take it seriously. He was emanating a chill, and his clothes smelled of heavy frost, as if he hadn't changed them for two days.

Noticing Zhong Xun's gaze, Meng Jingting sniffed lightly and then said, "I'll take a shower later."

"That's not the issue," Zhong Xun asked. "Have you been awake the whole time?"

"No time." Meng Jingting raised his hand to greet Qin Fengyue, then placed his palm on Zhong Xun's back and gently pushed him away.

Qin Fengyue and the others left before she curled her lip in disapproval.

Meng Jingting led his men back to the lounge. As they entered the corridor, they bumped into Xu Hengzhou, who was carrying a washbasin.

During the interrogation that day, after Zhong Xun's mental tentacles reached out and Sun Chen was completely swayed, Xu Hengzhou left silently. He did not come to the group counseling session.

The man's gray eyes were calm and cold. After standing still, he greeted Meng Jingting: "Boss."

He only saw one figure, as if Zhong Xun didn't exist at all.

"Hmm." Meng Jing asked in a deep voice, "Why are you washing up outside?"

"The water is cut off in the room. The repairman will come tomorrow," Xu Hengzhou explained.

Meng Jingting watched him quietly, and slowly, Xu Hengzhou gripped the edge of the basin tightly.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhong Xun took the initiative to greet him: "Mr. Xu."

  

Xu Hengzhou seized the opportunity to back down: "Yes, Young Master Zhong."

Zhong Xun whispered, "Let's go back to the room. I'm thirsty."

Meng Jing responded with an "Mm".

As they brushed past each other, Zhong Xun slightly turned his head and met Xu Hengzhou's gaze.

Zhong Xun knew from their first meeting that Xu Hengzhou looked down on him.

But it doesn't matter.

Upon entering the lounge, Zhong Xun said, "Go take a shower first, I'll make myself some tea."

"Okay, the tea is at the very bottom of the cabinet."

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Zhong Xun boiled water, took out tea leaves and made two cups. After Meng Jingting took a comfortable shower, the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

"It was a gift from a friend, so it might be a little bitter," Meng Jingting said while drying her hair.

He wore a loose gray long-sleeved shirt and comfortable linen trousers. He looked like a bamboo shoot, radiating moisture, tall and slender, and several years younger.

Zhong Xun rested one hand on the back of the sofa, quietly enjoying the view.

Meng Jing asked, "What are you looking at?"

Zhong Xun: "Handsome guy."

"..."

Meng Jing sat down next to Zhong Xun and drank tea. To be honest, it tasted quite good.

"I'll have someone take you home later."

"No rush." ​​Zhong Xun opened his food delivery app. "What do you want to eat?"

Meng Jingting was indeed hungry, and at this time, the cafeteria was no longer serving food.

"Beef stew rice, please."

Zhong Xun: "Your men didn't eat either, did they?"

*

About an hour later, a tempting aroma of food wafted into the weary office.

"Hmm? Can you smell it?" Sun Chen patted Zhang Yingyang's shoulder.

Zhang Yingyang took a deep breath: "I must be starving, I can smell the crispy, juicy chicken strips."

The next second, the office door opened.

Meng Jingting said in a deep voice, "Dinner is ready."

He was carrying three bulging bags, filled with crispy, juicy chicken strips, stir-fried chicken giblets, beef wraps, braised duck, sizzling steak, a large bowl of seafood sashimi, crayfish, rice, noodles, and flatbreads—everything you could want.

The members of the tribunal, having endured years of wind and rain, had developed stomachs of steel and were not afraid of getting an upset stomach from eating too many different kinds of food. With a "whoosh," they charged forward.

"Boss!" Sun Chen's eyes were filled with tears as he took a big bite of the tortilla, savoring the chewy texture of the shredded potatoes mixed with beef, the aroma flowing between his lips and teeth. "I'm done."

"That's good enough." Meng Jingting said with a smile, "Eat slowly, and get back to work after you're done."

"Yes, sir!"

Meng Jingting picked up her portion of beef stew and glanced at the door.

Zhong Xun brought in his one-of-a-kind congee and steamed buns.

"Zhong Xun is treating us to dinner today," Meng Jing heard.

"Thanks, Brother Chung!"

"Long live Chung Gor!"

Several of them were in their thirties, and their cry of "Brother Chung" fully demonstrated their craving for food.

Zhong Xun smiled and said, "You're too kind," and then followed Meng Jing into the office.

"What kind of work are you doing so late?" Zhong Xun asked.

Meng Jing glanced at him, took a bite of rice with his chopsticks, swallowed, and then pondered before saying, "In 'Yuefeng Lanting,' a high-end residential community on Ronggui Street in District A, an attempted murder occurred. The police found traces of contaminants at the scene and reported it to the court. The victim is a young woman in her early twenties who was severely hit on the head and is still in a deep coma. It's uncertain when she will wake up."

"Can you track my location?" Zhong Xun asked.

Generally, as long as pollutants leave a trace, they will be entered into the database due to their unique genetic sequence. Once the arbiter's scanner detects them, an alarm will be triggered immediately. Moreover, since they have appeared in Area A, with the powerful magnetic field monitoring, there should be news soon.

But judging from the expressions on the faces of the people working outside, things didn't seem to be that simple.

Sure enough, Meng Jingting shook his head: "Even if there are traces, the gene bank reports a completely new sequence, and according to our investigation, this contaminant..."

Zhong Xun added, "He is wise."

The office fell into a deathly silence, which was a very tricky situation. Intelligent pollutants do not move and devour blindly to form "miasma" and then repeat themselves singularly within the "miasma". They observe, hide, and skillfully play a game of hide-and-seek with the adjudicators.

Since that B-grade devourer appeared at the barbecue stand, it has acted as a fuse, and the Tribunal has suddenly received more reports recently.

"Let's eat first," Zhong Xun changed the subject.

He couldn't tell Meng Jingting that he was no stranger to intelligent pollutants, and that current methods of understanding pollutants were not comprehensive; those pollutants roaming outside were just the tip of the iceberg.

Meng Jing's slightly throbbing temples were completely relieved by this meal.

That's not accurate. Rather, it was Zhong Xun's two hours of companionship that allowed him to get ample mental rest.

"Does it need to be addressed?"

Meng Jing shook his head: "No need. My mind is very calm. I just haven't had enough sleep, but I should be able to get a good night's rest tonight. You can go back now."

The lounge is too crowded; there's no way for two people to sleep there.

Zhong Xun understood. "I'll come pick you up at the underground banquet four days from now."

"it is good."

Meng Jingting never asked Zhong Xun why he insisted on going to this underground banquet, but the fact that it was "secretly held under the museum" and that "admission tickets were sold on the black market" was enough to make him wary.

Over the next four days, Zhong Xun finished reading all the books related to the assessment. It was just that there wasn't enough time; otherwise, he could have submitted an exam paper before going to the banquet.

Before setting off, Zhong Xun spoke with Meng Jingting by phone, made all the necessary preparations, and drove to the courthouse.