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

Meng Jing heard that the chicken was cooked well. When it was almost done, he went into the room and came out with Zhong Xun.

Zhong Xun was wearing Meng Jingting's coat, but his face still looked pale.

Fang Qian suddenly spoke up: "You're the first Omega to survive my offensive."

Xie Wencheng hissed softly, "Why are you bringing up something I shouldn't have said?"

Xu Hengzhou sneered: "I told you we should seal its mouth shut."

Zhong Xun didn't take Fang Qian's words to heart at all, and replied indifferently, "Hmm, is that so?" He took the bowl of hot chicken soup handed to him by Meng Jingting and took a small sip.

There were ten people in total, excluding Fang Qian. A chicken wouldn't get many bites from each person. The rookie adjudicator, who had only completed five missions, was given a large chicken leg and immediately became uneasy: "Boss, this…"

"Eat," Meng Jingting said in a deep voice. "You'll have more energy after you eat."

The newcomer looked at Meng Jingting's empty bowl of soup and sniffed, "Boss, are you even full?"

"Pfft." Xie Wencheng almost spat half a mouthful of chicken soup back into the bowl. Xu Hengzhou moved away a bit in disgust, while Xie Wencheng looked at the newcomers with amusement: "Why are you all worried about these things? Your boss is an S-class Alpha. To put it bluntly, he wouldn't starve to death even if you turned into a dried-up corpse here."

Newcomer: "..."

Zhong Xun received only half a chicken wing, and not even a chicken leg. Fang Qian was suddenly overjoyed, thinking that their affection was nothing more than that. In the mind of pollutants, liking something meant giving it all and receiving it all.

Zhong Xun wanted to give the chicken wings to Meng Jing, but Meng Jing avoided him beforehand.

Zhong Xun finished his meal in a few bites, then ate half a compressed biscuit. His complexion improved after drinking the chicken soup.

He was excessively pale, and the slightest loss of color gave him an indescribable fragility, but his profile was calm, revealing an unyielding fortitude.

"Has your hair grown a bit lately?" Meng Jing asked, smoothing the hair behind his neck.

"Yes, it is a bit." Zhong Xun also felt it was in the way. The next second, Fang Qian handed him a hair tie. He had proper medium-length hair, natural seaweed curls, which he had kept because Zou Beikai liked it.

Zhong Xun glanced at it and took it.

Xu Hengzhou's scanner followed closely behind, and he said, "Safe."

Fang Qian sighed: "A hair tie can't become a pollutant."

Zhong Xun paused subtly: "That's hard to say."

"What are you so happy about?" Meng Jing asked.

  

"Me?" Fang Qian touched her face. "Is it that obvious?"

Xie Wencheng felt that talking to Fang Qian was not as good as communicating with kindergarten children; this person's logic was completely incoherent.

"You don't understand," Fang Qian replied.

Everyone says Zou Beikai is being insincere towards him, but what about this adjudicator's Omega? Not even a chicken leg, just half a pound of gold.

Xu Hengzhou brewed a cup of coffee using the simple tools he carried, and the aroma instantly filled the air.

Fang Qian looked over curiously: "Can I try some?"

Xu Hengzhou said coldly, "Don't force me to slap you."

Fang Qian wasn't angry, as if it wasn't related to Zou Beikai treating it like a dog; this pollutant was exceptionally easy to talk to.

The sun gradually sank below the horizon.

"Boss, something's up!"

The group, who had been sitting idly, immediately went on high alert, chambering bullets and forming a circle to try to guard every gap.

The distant horizon became uneven due to the surging air currents, and a group of people walked in dejectedly.

Zhong Xun quickly scanned the list; there were thirteen people in total.

They had clearly spotted them as well; they stopped, then cautiously approached. The tribunal uniforms were easily recognizable. Someone shouted, "It's the Arbitrators!" "The Arbitrators have found us!"

A group of exhausted figures immediately rushed over.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that these people were all dressed in rags, with disheveled hair and dirty faces, as if they had been running all day and had no energy left. Only when they looked at Meng Jing and listened to them did a flame rise in their eyes.

"Is...is it the Arbitrator?" The short man at the head of the group asked, his lips trembling, as if he were about to burst into tears.

He made a move to step forward, but Xie Wencheng shouted sternly, "Step back!"

The other person quickly raised their hands and stepped back, then, as if remembering something, their eyes reddened as they anxiously protested, "We are human beings! We are human beings!"

Sun Chen scanned the area from a distance and whispered, "It's human."

Xu Hengzhou: "Really?"

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and their eyes all fell on Fang Qian.

This one perfectly evaded both energy and magnetic field scans; it's a veritable contaminant.

Fang Qian usually couldn't understand their cryptic remarks, but at this moment, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, she replied, "They are human beings. Do you think intelligent pollutants like me are common?"

That makes perfect sense.

But Xie Wencheng remained vigilant and questioned the man, "How did you get in?"

The man immediately knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, as if all the grievances and fears he had endured during this period had finally found an outlet. He was as if he had lost his parents: "About nine days ago, we came from Xuancheng to Yandu to do some traveling business. One night, we had just found a place to stay when we were pulled into this 'malignant miasma,' and we couldn't get out no matter what we tried."

"Sir, we are all law-abiding citizens."

"The tribunal considers it their duty to clean up the contaminants; you must get us out of here!"

The man cried so passionately that gradually, the rest of the people also began to wail.

But Xie Wencheng showed no sign of lowering his gun.

Running a mobile business? That's a deep rabbit hole. Where do all those rare, unseen items in the B-zone black market come from? These people are incredibly daring when it comes to money; some have even committed murder!

Seeing that Xie Wencheng remained unyielding, the leader looked up blankly, tears streaming down his face: "Sir, wasn't it said that the Tribunal would protect ordinary humans?"

Meng Jing heard a cold voice: "You're staying in those last two rooms?"

"right."

"What did you do during the day?"

Just as the man was about to answer, he was stopped by the scarred man next to him.

"Sir, are we interrogating a prisoner?"

"No, not at all." Meng Jing heard this, "It's just unfortunate that I happened to have seen the missing persons reports for the area around Yandu in the past three weeks before I set off. Thirteen people would raise a high alert in any city, but there hasn't been a single word about it, unless—"

Meng Jing narrowed his eyes, and a fierce killing intent emanated from the scarred face.

"You're either unregistered residents or you've been going to great lengths to conceal your identities. What kind of business are you involved in?"

The cold wind whistled sharply, and Scarface suddenly cursed, "Damn it!"

The next second, "Bang bang bang bang!" Bullets precisely grazed the toes of his shoes. Xu Hengzhou holstered his gun and said calmly, "Who are you fucking?"

As expected of a carbon-based biological calmer, before Xu Hengzhou could finish speaking, everyone, including Scarface, skillfully covered their heads and squatted on the ground.

Xie Wencheng chuckled, "Looks like this isn't the first time."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, the short man put on a mournful face and said, "Sir, what time is it? Why are you still concerned about this?"