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

The miasma began to crumble with Du Ruosen's death.

Zhong Xun stood there for a long time until Fang Qian dealt with the Frog Emperor's body.

Fang Qian's actions were less like eating and more like "inhaling." Zhong Xun then realized that his earlier act of skinning and eating the frog's flesh was purely for intimidation. In reality, the Frog Emperor's enormous body transformed into wisps of black mist that surged into Fang Qian's mouth and nose. Once the last piece of flesh had perished, Fang Qian stood up, satisfied.

"Perhaps it's due to human genes, a rare delicacy." Fang Qian finished speaking, turned around, stared at Zhong Xun for two seconds, and asked, "Are you sad?"

Zhong Xun raised an eyebrow: "You can even read my emotions?"

"Intuition," Fang Qian said, but he was still confused. He didn't understand why humans were so secretive about death. Even though he had become an anomaly, Zhong Xun still felt sorry for a pollutant.

Boom boom—

The earth trembled beneath my feet, and the surrounding scenery resembled rice paper torn by water droplets, gradually revealing the real world beyond the "miasma".

With a sweep of the dragon's wings, the small "miasma" that had trapped Zhong Xun shattered instantly.

A slight smile appeared on Zhong Xun's indifferent and aloof face. Fang Qian had to admit that it was an excellent human appearance. Zhong Xun took two steps forward and hugged Meng Jingting, who rushed in.

The dissipating halo of "miasma" drifted leisurely around them.

Judge Meng immediately stopped all momentum, carefully bracing himself with his arms on both sides. After confirming that Zhong Xun still had strength and was not injured, he suddenly tightened his arms and hugged him tightly.

  

"Are you alright?" Meng Jing asked.

Zhong Xun: "That's fine."

Fang Qian thought to himself, "Isn't this all thanks to me?" But the gun barrel didn't give him a chance to speak. The back of his head was pressed against a hard object, and Xu Hengzhou warned, "Don't move."

Fang Qian is very pragmatic.

Xu Hengzhou asked coldly, "Where's your drug ring?"

"Zhong Xun named it for me." Fang Qian didn't understand human interaction patterns, but she had already learned to shift the blame without being taught.

Zhong Xun gently pushed Meng Jingting away and explained to Xu Hengzhou, "I probably can't avoid Du Ruosen's corrosive slime without breaking the poison circle, but we don't need the poison circle now. He'll behave until he sees Zou Beikai."

Zou Beikai, the name that Fang Qian once thought he had come into contact with the entire human world, has been shrouded in a layer of gray fog. He pressed his hand to his chest, no longer able to feel that intense beating.

Meng Jingting rested on Zhong Xun's shoulder, his thin lips gently brushing against his glands, sensing the Omega's slightly depleted mental energy, his mental tentacles listlessly soaking in it.

However, Meng Jing could not hear or see that beneath the intertwined tentacles lay an automatically muted "Hidden" entity and a bright purple core.

Zhong Xun didn't dare touch the core's energy for the time being, as he had been dizzy for several days after forcibly absorbing other pollutants.

"Did you kill Du Ruosen?" Xie Wencheng asked.

"The main culprit was Zhong Xun," Fang Qian said matter-of-factly. "Zhong Xun's spiritual tentacles were a great help."

As they talked, the miasma completely dissipated.

"Oh dear, it's 12:30 at night," Sun Chen said. "We've only been here for less than five days."

Time within the "miasma" doesn't necessarily follow the outside world, but fortunately, it was resolved quickly enough.

The next second, at Meng Jingting's simple gesture, the adjudicators took up their guns and went into battle.

Xie Wencheng pointed around: "Everyone, put your hands behind your heads and squat there! Trust me, if you make any move, I'll riddle you with bullets."

Having witnessed Meng Jingting's formidable strength, the group knew that resistance would not yield good results, and more importantly, it was too exhausting!

Life inside the "malaria" was like an ironman triathlon every day, with only canned frogs to eat. Now, even if they were thrown into prison, they could just have some water and steamed buns, and then get a good night's sleep, and that would be enough!

Du Ruosen has worn down everyone's expectations for life to the point of exhaustion. Without a breath of fresh air, they can't muster any spirit. Compared to "malaria," the court of judgment sounds more approachable.

So these troublemakers from all sorts of gray areas obediently squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Song Lin, of course, would not squat down; he had never considered himself a prisoner.

"Mr. Meng, would it be convenient for you to take me home?" Song Lin asked in a low voice. "The Song family will repay you handsomely."

Xie Wencheng stepped forward to block him, "Hey, hey, Young Master Song, you lost your phone? I can lend it to you so you can call the Song family."

There is currently insufficient evidence. All we know is that Song Chu is doing things in the underworld, but it doesn't yet implicate Song Lin.

Song Lin ignored Xie Wencheng and instead stepped aside to look at Meng Jingting again: "Mr. Meng, you are a smart man and should understand that this is a good opportunity. You and my father can sit down..."

Meng Jingting turned around, his expression cold and indifferent.

Song Lin suddenly couldn't continue speaking.

Meng Jingting was always taciturn, and all living beings were the same color in his eyes. Because of his resolute nature, very little could affect his emotions (except for Zhong Xun). But at this moment, although Meng Jingting did not show obvious disgust, the Song family would definitely be ranked after all the living beings.

Song Lin felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze.

Another wave of suppressed grievances welled up in my heart.

He's clearly a victim too! The pollutant mentioned some kind of experiment, so why is he right? If the Song family is truly wronged, who will stand up and apologize?

"Are you dizzy?" Meng Jing asked in a low voice.

The mental tentacles were tentatively touching the core's energy, so Zhong Xun felt okay, but he wanted Meng Jing to hear his pheromones, so he replied, "A little."

Meng Jingting gave the order: "Xie Wencheng and Sun Chen stay behind and contact the police. No one involved in the case should be let go. Xu Hengzhou, escort Fang Qian back to the courtroom."

Song Lin eventually made a phone call to have the Song family come and pick him up.

As Zhong Xun brushed past him, he gave him a calm glance.

Wow, you've improved! Xie Wencheng saw it all clearly. After Zhong Xun stopped making a fuss and jumping around, he had a kind of "I've got you covered" confidence.

Song Lin's face was grim.

Meng Jingting went home with Zhong Xun.

Xu Hengzhou volunteered to write a report, which he would first send to Meng Jing for review, and then fill in any gaps or omissions.

*

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

Meng Jingting's combat uniform was tattered, so he took it off and threw it into a laundry basket to wait for the robot butler to destroy it.

Zhong Xun glanced at it, his expression changing slightly, showing a mixture of barely suppressed desire and shyness. Finally, he coughed twice, stood up, and went to the bathroom next door.

These past few days in the "miasma" have been quite uncomfortable. Zhong Xun meticulously washed himself several times, but afterwards he complained that the shower gel smelled too strong, so he used his own pheromones to dissipate the odor.

So almost as soon as he pushed open the door, Meng Jingting looked up.

The man's eyes were like giant pupils hidden in the abyss. Even Zhong Xun felt a slight sense of dread at this moment, as if some earth-shattering sea of ​​fire was about to explode from below and then engulf the entire world without warning.

The cliff cypress trees take root firmly in the room, offering no invitation, yet representing a clear stance—

He can accept the wind from the empty valley at any time.

Zhong Xun smiled knowingly, untied his bathrobe, and fell to the ground the next second. He walked in step by step.