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

The word "liar" stood out clearly against the jarring background noise. Zhong Xun instinctively wanted to ask, "How am I a liar?" But the next moment, he smiled with relief.

Isn't that right?

She had promised him she would be with him for life, but she betrayed him for more than a decade.

But it doesn't matter, Zhong Xun thought, someone always has to pay the price for this.

He gently patted Meng Jingting's arm, which was tightly bound to his abdomen, and then pointed upwards.

The underground banquet hall can only be expanded to three floors. The first floor is the most spacious for entertaining guests, the second floor has slightly cramped rooms for resting, and the third floor, which is close to the museum floor tiles above, has only two rooms due to its upward-converging structure.

With one arm around Zhong Xun's waist and the other gripping the windowsill, Meng Jingting's arm strength was incredible, his muscles twisted like steel bars, and he managed to pull the view to the bright window while the two of them were suspended in mid-air.

Zhong Xun didn't even bother to look at the scene inside; instead, he poked Meng Jingting's arm.

Meng Jingting cast a puzzled glance at him.

Zhong Xun gave a thumbs up, "Well done!"

"..."

Meng Jing seemed to roll her eyes about 30 degrees before looking at the room. It had a very classical decor, mainly made of mahogany, with a full-length bookcase, a desk to the right, and an oil painting on the wall depicting a man in aristocratic clothing killing a brown bear with a knife.

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How could an ordinary person do such a thing?

A perverse ambition was revealed.

Someone pushed the door open and came in.

He was also wearing a mask and a suit, and his figure was nothing special. But suddenly, Meng Jing noticed the leader's left hand, which had six fingers.

Zhong Xun felt Meng Jingting's arms tighten around him in an instant.

You recognized me?

It's enough that you recognized it.

"What about the other two?"

"In the second-floor lounge," another person reported. "That Omega suddenly developed a fever, and there's nothing we can do."

"Yes, keep an eye on them as they eat, otherwise the alliance won't be effective."

A covenant? Meng Jing frowned slightly. Then, he guessed that the high-ranking officials and dignitaries who came here were all after a piece of contaminated meat. Perhaps it had a great effect, or perhaps the meat was special and addictive. He thought of the guests' burning eyes. Once they swallowed it, they would automatically take a stand. If this matter were to be exposed, everyone would be finished.

Meng Jing could clearly hear how much these people cherished and how stingy they were with the power they held.

A dark shadow flashed in the dim light, and the two landed silently back in the room.

Just as the bodyguard's patience was about to run out, the door opened.

The tall Alpha's collar was slightly open, as if he had just washed his face. His dark hair was wet and pulled back. He was still wearing a mask. The man's eyes were satiated, and his body was filled with pheromones that were about to dissipate after a satisfying experience.

"Are you two finished?" the bodyguard asked.

Meng Jingting nodded and pointed to the Omega who was still "showering" in the bathroom, meaning it would take a few more minutes.

"Please take your time, esteemed guest." The bodyguard secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhong Xun closed the door and walked out of the bathroom.

They were planning to leave.

"Concealment," Zhong Xun called out in his mind. "The time has come for you to prove your worth."

In the past, "Hidden" could have hurled three-minute tirades at Zhong Xun without repeating himself, but Zhong Xun's spiritual world resonated with him too much—it was practically paradise. The human world values ​​equal exchange, and "Hidden" felt he was a principled pollutant, so he coughed twice and said, "So, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"A small 'miasma' that can hide us."

"Hidden" let out a breath. "You scared me to death! Is that all? No problem."

The bodyguard checked his watch; only a minute had passed. They could give him five more minutes at most. A group of people were gathered around the door, but none of them noticed that the door to the next room had opened. Zhong Xun led Meng Jingting out openly.

However, the noise they made was hidden by the "mist," and the small space that had been temporarily cut off could not be seen with the naked eye. Following the "hidden" prompts in his mind, Zhong Xun took the artificial passage on the side, went around two corners, and entered the kitchen.

The waiters were all outside serving customers, and the chef was nowhere to be seen, so the two headed straight for the back door at the end of the corridor.

Just then, a waiter came in.

Meng Jingting suddenly stopped, a small wind blade formed from pheromones was at his fingertips.

The waiter's calm gaze swept over them, but he couldn't actually see anything. He took a piece of meat from a silver oven, placed it neatly on a silver plate, garnished it, and then hurriedly took it out.

"One and a half minutes left." The "hidden" notification.

It is a pollutant, and it usually hides in other "miasma". When the "miasma" is gone, it will be replaced with another one. In the present world, if you want to create an independent space without triggering any magnetic field alarm, three minutes is the limit.

Zhong Xun grunted in agreement, then walked over to the oven, peeled off a piece of foil from the side, wrapped it up casually, and put it in his pocket.

"Let me try it sometime," said "Hidden." "I know better than anyone what this thing does to humans."

Zhong Xun: "Okay."

They exited through the back door, walked past a row of houses where people changed masks, and plunged into the dark passageway.

"Hmm?" The bodyguard standing to one side touched his nose in confusion and looked into the passageway again. Was it just his imagination? It looked like someone had passed by.

"Ten seconds left!" "Hidden" gritted his teeth.

Zhong Xun's voice was calm: "If I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

They rushed out of the passageway and returned to the unremarkable storage room, about four or five square meters in size. Fortunately, the storage room door was open, and as soon as they stepped out, the small "miasma" created by "concealment" disappeared.

"Hoo~" While casually absorbing spiritual energy, "Concealment" boasted to itself, "I'm still somewhat useful, right?"

Zhong Xun's lips curled up, about to say something, when a gust of wind suddenly swept past his ear! It was the extreme speed of approaching danger, and the powerful pressure slammed towards him like a wall. A normal person would not be able to react to such an attack that was comparable to that of a wild beast, but Zhong Xun's pupils shrank, and as he dodged, he was pulled hard by Meng Jingting!

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. He was lifted into the air and backward. Zhong Xun felt that he was off the ground for less than a second before he landed firmly on the ground.

The spot where they had just been standing was blasted into a deep crater by a single punch!

It was the strong A who had previously checked the invitation in the storage room.

"How did you get out?" Strong A stood up, stretching his shoulders and arms. "The banquet isn't over yet."

Then, his gaze froze as he stared at Zhong Xun's slender fingers that were clasped around Meng Jingting's arm, his voice tinged with unspoken surprise: "It's you?"

These words were quite something; the interest hidden deep within the words instantly aroused Meng Jingting's territorial instincts as a fellow Alpha.

Suddenly, Zhong Xun's face was empty. The strong Alpha opposite him had been playing around with a smile, and he couldn't even sense Meng Jingting's pheromones. But the moment he raised his arm to block, a powerful force, like a cannonball, slammed into his face. The strong Alpha was terrified, and it was too late to activate his pheromones.

He heard the sound of his arm bone cracking. Before the excruciating pain could strike, five fingers, like a steel mesh, covered his face. Meng Jingting used only hand-to-hand combat to pin him to the ground. With a loud "boom," his head disappeared, and his body was pushed backward dozens of meters away!

They plowed out a deep pit.