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

"Are you getting impatient?" Zhong Xun asked with a smile.

"Hmm." Meng Jingting took Zhong Xun's hand, her gaze sweeping across the other side with a hint of coldness. "Any plans?"

"No," Zhong Xun said. "Let's go home."

From beginning to end, Meng Jingting made no attempt to greet anyone.

"Mr. Meng... Mr. Meng!" Qi Heye softened his tone and mustered his courage to stand in front of the man. "Do you have time? I'd like to talk to you for a bit."

"There's no need to talk anymore," Zhong Xun said. "If I don't agree, Meng Jingting won't agree either."

Qi Heye seemed eager to fight Zhong Xun, but since he was clearly not qualified, he could only glare at him with wide eyes, which Zhong Xun found quite amusing.

"Qi Heye," Zhong Xun said softly, "one day, I will make you kneel before your mother's grave and repent."

Qi Heye's shoulders trembled slightly.

Qi Heye had long since given up on this son; he was practically a madman. But recently, he had clearly seen that woman's shadow in Zhong Xun...

Indifferent and arrogant, as if he were nothing.

Qi Heye gritted his teeth, gradually tasting the blood, and realized that it was impossible to rely on Meng Jingting.

"Brother, I heard you got into the Tribunal?" Qi Tian's tone sounded relaxed at first, but it was actually strange.

Zhong Xun turned around: "Yes."

Qi Tian's lips twitched slightly, then he smiled and said, "Brother, the Tribunal is very dangerous. Even if you get in through connections, you won't be of much help."

Upon hearing this, Meng Jing looked at Qi Tian and said, "This has nothing to do with you."

Yu Zhouci subconsciously wanted to say something, but his father grabbed him.

Previously, Qi Heye and Xue Yan were forcibly asked to leave at Qian Lao's birthday party, which had already become a laughing stock in the industry. Now that business is difficult, they have become even more dependent on the Yu family. What makes Yu Zhouci's mother even angrier is that Qi Tian's pheromones only match her son's pheromones by 35%. Her son's pheromones have been fluctuating recently, and Qi Tian can't help him much.

Are they crazy to offend Meng Jingting for their sake?!

Yu's father also closed his eyes and seemed unwilling to pay attention. If Qi Heye were even a little smarter, he would have humbled himself and tried to ease the tension with Zhong Xun instead of acting like the head of the family and constantly provoking him.

If Huaigu Group really targets the Qi family, the Yu family certainly won't care.

  

Qi Tian received no support from anyone and was being scrutinized by Zhong Xun with a smile, making him feel extremely embarrassed.

On the way home, Meng Jing asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Zhong Xun chuckled: "Why bother with them? The tribunal has so much to do, isn't it already exhausting enough?"

Judging from his tone, Meng Jing realized he genuinely didn't take it to heart.

Within two minutes of arriving home, Meng Jingting couldn't think of anything else. The entryway light wasn't even on when Zhong Xun, having changed his shoes, suddenly turned and kissed her. The pheromones exploded silently upon contact, their spiritual tentacles, far from being mere morbid, rampaging provocatively through Meng Jingting's mind.

Meng Jing's mind went blank for a moment, and he acted entirely on instinct from then on.

From the entrance hall to the living room sofa, before they even reached the top of the stairs, Zhong Xun grabbed Meng Jingting by the collar. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes flushed crimson, but it wasn't a flamboyant look; rather, it was a solid fire that ignited his inner sharpness and warlike nature.

"Meng Jing, listen," Zhong Xun said, "we'll all rest tomorrow."

Meng Jing hummed softly.

Zhong Xun smiled and said, "So, you have to make sure I have a good time tonight."

Meng Jing felt his blood rush to his head, and he had only one thought: he would make sure that Zhong Xun's mouth could no longer run rampant.

The household servants had been notified in advance that they didn't need to keep watch at night and were all going home, so the two of them were completely unrestrained.

Zhong Xun felt a pain in his lower back and frowned slightly. Meng Jingting picked him up and moved him to another spot. Upon closer inspection, he saw a piece of a fallen rose with its thorns sparkling.

"Almost..."

Zhong Xun uttered only two words, but Meng Jing felt as if he had received a supreme declaration of war.

Zhong Xun forgot to mention one thing: not only will he be off tomorrow, but he will also be off the day after tomorrow and the day after that.

Meng Jingting rarely faces a vulnerable period, or even when he is vulnerable, he doesn't lose control and is completely suppressed by reason. His self-control in this regard has reached a terrifying level that is unimaginable to ordinary people. However, he is also human. With such a high degree of compatibility with Zhong Xun and the mental tentacles untangling the knotted mental power, he is like an infinite perpetual motion machine.

At first, Zhong Xun could still put up a few defiant arguments when faced with Meng Jingting's low-pitched questioning, but later he was no match for her at all.

The mental tentacles could not bridge the huge gap in physical ability between him and an S-class Alpha.

"Heaven has sent down a life-giving rain!!!" "Hidden" shouted from the depths of the mind.

Zhong Xun: "..."

Just wait, I'll beat you to death when you wake up.

Meng Jingting didn't waste even half a day of rest; the scent of the cliff cypress almost completely soaked Zhong Xun.

That morning, Zhong Xun felt some warm light at his fingertips, struggled to move, and then opened his eyes.

It was midday, and the sunlight was indeed quite nice.

Meng Jingting was simply wearing a pair of black pants, his upper body was naked, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. With the slightest movement, the muscles in his waist were stretched to their maximum tension. Normally, Zhong Xun would have appreciated it, but not now. He squinted and tried to sit up, but his bones and blood felt like they were falling apart.

Meng Jingting was on the phone when he noticed the noise and turned around. Something seemed to have triggered him, and the man paused subtly, signaling that he still wanted to "eat".

"Okay, I understand. I'll go with Zhong Xun first thing tomorrow morning." Meng Jing hung up the phone and strode to the bedside.

Zhong Xun's hair hadn't been cut yet, and it was stuck to his face and on the pillow, making his skin look incredibly fair. The young man had been tortured terribly and couldn't even utter a harsh word; he looked like he was on the verge of death.

"How pitiful." Meng Jingting leaned down, her tone tinged with a strange allure. Zhong Xun didn't need to show weakness at any time, but the bedroom was a different story.

"Not going to keep going?" Meng Jingting asked with a smile. The man's voice was even more mellow than the warm sunlight pressing on the windowsill. Zhong Xun was a little drunk by it. Meng Jingting's nose brushed against him, and he brushed back twice. He then slightly opened his lips, wanting to get something to quench his thirst.

Meng Jing took a deep breath to suppress his agitation, knowing there was no turning back once the arrow was released. He poured a glass of warm water, supported Zhong Xun's neck, and Zhong Xun drank it all.

"Another cup, please," Zhong Xun whispered.

Meng Jingting fed him another cup.

After the intense soreness subsided, Zhong Xun regained some energy. He leaned on Meng Jingting's shoulder and asked, "Whose call was that?"

"The inspection team," Meng Jingting said in a normal tone, "Someone reported that you got into the Tribunal because of my connections, saying that I gave you a position without proper authorization."

Zhong Xun was furious: "I got a perfect score on the court entrance exam!"

"They want to test whether your mental tentacles really have a guiding effect."

Zhong Xun: "When?"

"First thing tomorrow morning."

Zhong Xun chuckled: "Was it that brat Qi Tian who did it?"

"Not only that, the Qi family's influence doesn't extend into the Tribunal, but Song Chu also got involved after hearing the news." Meng Jingting spoke as if it were a casual conversation, but he knew very well how powerful Zhong Xun's spiritual tentacles were.