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

Qiang A fainted.

Meng Jingting stared down at him, as if trying to memorize his face.

Zhong Xun stepped forward and said, "Let's go."

The two turned and left into the night.

The underground banquet was accessed by invitation only. In order to protect the privacy of the guests and prevent others from discovering them, the "surveillance" outside was not very thorough, so Zhong Xun and his companion ran around without any trouble.

After merging into traffic, they drove for more than ten minutes before even turning off to the pedestrian street to eat some fried noodles.

The masks had already been destroyed, and the jackets were thrown into the back seat. After changing into spare casual clothes, the two looked like a couple on a date.

"Give me some vinegar," Zhong Xun said.

Meng Jingting glanced at him, took the vinegar bottle and poured some for him. Zhong Xun stirred it, and it was exactly the taste he liked.

"How did you do that?" Meng Jing asked.

Zhong Xun paused, realizing that he was asking why so many people hadn't noticed their presence after they came out of the room.

It's hard to say. I can't just say, "Ah, there's a pollutant in my mind."

Meng Jingting is an S-level adjudicator with a clear stance and is irreconcilably opposed to pollutants.

"Just trust me," Zhong Xun repeated. "There are some things I shouldn't tell you yet."

"Meng Jingting, I don't want to lie to you."

Perhaps provoked by Meng Jing's word "liar," Zhong Xun spoke the next sentence with great emphasis, as if making a promise.

Meng Jing heard: "You've kept a lot of things from me."

"I know," Zhong Xun said. "You know who that six-fingered man on the third floor is, right?"

Meng Jing was startled by the "omniscience" in his words. He suddenly realized that Zhong Xun went to the black market to get the invitation so that he could see the contaminated meat at the underground banquet and discover that the person behind it all was Song Han, the eldest son of Song Chu, a member of the pro-peace faction.

  

After all, the only person who could organize such a banquet under Yan Du's nose, know so many famous nobles, and even have six fingers was Song Han.

Does Song Chu know?

Meng Jingting suddenly recalled Song Chu's words: "Perhaps pollutants are not the enemy of mankind? The idea that 'those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts' is really too outdated. The genetic chain of pollutants is very beautiful, and we may be able to coexist peacefully."

Now it seems that this statement is highly unreliable. Meng Jing didn't believe it, and Song Chu was unaware that his son had been involved in the "integration" of his "allies" and had put it on the table.

Meng Jingting looked away and finished the fried rice noodles in a few bites.

Then he stood up and bought a can of roasted pears from across the street.

"How did you know I wanted to drink this?" Zhong Xun asked.

Meng Jingting simply sat opposite him: "Zhong Xun, I believe you won't harm me, and at the same time, I should also believe you won't betray humanity, right?"

Zhong Xun was stunned, followed by a deep sense of helplessness. He didn't know how Meng Jingting could see through his flawless exterior and perceive those dark and treacherous thoughts.

In his previous life, he was betrayed by humans.

"Grand Judge," Zhong Xun said, "I am human too."

The hustle and bustle of the surrounding world slowly receded like the tide. In the square space, Zhong Xun calmly met Meng Jingting's gaze. He let the other's gaze dissect every inch of his being. He felt no sadness, only a sense of melancholy.

Because Zhong Xun only had one foot in Meng Jingting's camp.

In this life, he not only wants to completely sever those puppet threads, but also wants to make the people behind the scenes sacrifice their lives. However, with countless human rules blocking his way, Zhong Xun will surely have to step on them. When he walks in the gray area and is forced to get stained with the blood of his own kind, he will not repent and will never turn back. Will Meng Jingting still be as passionate about him as before?

Zhong Xun suddenly reached out and gently stroked Meng Jingting's cheek.

"I assure you, you will be safe," Zhong Xun said.

Meng Jing frowned, inexplicably finding these words hurtful and offensive.

"Okay, I'm full." Zhong Xun put down his chopsticks. "Let's go home."

"Um."

On the way back, Zhong Xun looked out the window and suddenly the four large characters "Yuefeng Lanting" came into view.

"Hmm? This is the residential area where the case occurred, which your office has been investigating day and night for the past two days?"

"Yes." Meng Jing glanced at it quickly: "The murderer seems to have vanished into thin air."

Was it a murder in a locked room? Zhong Xun was pondering this when he suddenly heard "Hidden" say, "There's contamination."

Zhong Xun asked in surprise, "In the residential area?"

"Yes, I can feel it."

Zhong Xun had made up his mind.

Even after I got home, things didn't stop. As soon as I turned on my phone, calls came in one after another.

Meng Jingting stood by the window to answer the call, responding several times. Midway through, she turned around and saw Zhong Xun sitting on the sofa, typing away on his laptop.

After the call ended, Meng Jing approached. "What are you doing?"

"Answer the questions online," Zhong Xun replied.

Meng Jingting thought she had misunderstood, then the "XXth Online Medical Device Related Knowledge Q&A" appeared on the screen.

Meng Jing frowned upon hearing this. If he remembered correctly, even Qin Fengyue had borrowed a pen from him when she was taking the exam, saying it was to try her luck. Then she locked the door to the rest room, and a sign on the door read something like: "[Disturbing me for one minute, I'll hunt you down for life! Get the hell out of here! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Zhong Xun just started answering like that?

Do I need to find a quiet, private environment instead of washing my hands?

However, there are two chances, so trying it out the first time isn't a bad idea...

Before Meng Jing could finish thinking, he saw Zhong Xun slide the mouse down, and the questions "swish swish swish" into Zhong Xun's pupils. After a moment of "data analysis," he checked a certain answer without hesitation.

Meng Jingting: "..." Is that right?

In just five minutes, Zhong Xun scanned all 227 questions.

Without waiting for Meng Jingting to stop him, he submitted it directly!

Meng Jing thought to himself that they didn't need to put on this act, and said aloud, "I remember, the accuracy rate needs to be 95%?"

"You know so much about it?" Zhong Xun chuckled. "Whose call was that just now?"

"Yes, there's something I need to tell you. 'Grandpa Qian's 70th birthday is the day after tomorrow. Shall we go together?'"

Zhong Xun: "Qian Chonglan? The former Supreme Court Judge?"

"Yes, he had a very good relationship with my grandfather, and he took good care of me after I joined the Tribunal."

Grandpa Meng will definitely be there too. As Meng Jingting's biological grandfather, he is naturally extremely dissatisfied with Zhong Xun. His childhood filter is long gone, and he will probably get a lecture from him the day after tomorrow. But it doesn't matter. He will settle the score for the puppet's troubles and find someone to settle the score in the future.

"You can arrange the time," Zhong Xun said.

Meng Jing heard a hand on Zhong Xun's shoulder. Just then, the spinning circle on the submission page suddenly stopped, and a window popped up: [Candidate has completed the answer.]

[Two hundred and twenty-seven questions were answered, and all two hundred and twenty-seven questions were answered correctly.]

[100% accuracy.]

The last sentence is: 【Congratulations.】

Meng Jingting stared intently, reading line by line, and finally, almost as if possessed, added, "Congratulations."

Zhong Xun: "Simple."

Meng Jingting: "…………"