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

After praising the equipment, Mu Quanjiang looked at the inspection team leader, his expression instantly becoming extremely serious: "The equipment is malfunctioning, investigate!"

Song Chu didn't expect that his punch would come back to him before it even had a chance to hit anything.

"Your Excellency, congratulations." Mu Quanjiang shook hands with Meng Jingting. "With a medic like Dr. Zhong joining the ranks, the safety of the Arbitrators will definitely be greatly improved. You've worked hard for humanity!"

Meng Jing heard: "...It's alright."

Mu Quanjiang looked at Zhong Xun again with a rare and precious gaze, nodding repeatedly: "Good, good, good."

Song Chu's lips tightened. "Mr. Mu, this is..."

"The side effects of psychological counseling," Zhong Xun explained. "It's similar to being drunk or hyperactive; Mr. Mu falls into the latter category."

The inspection team leader breathed a sigh of relief; things were settled!

"Don't worry, I will write the report truthfully." As the inspection team leader pulled him away, Mu Quanjiang reassured Zhong Xun, but as they turned the corner in the corridor, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Where's the work? Where are the materials? I can write ten!"

Inspection team leader: "Ten, please! Arrange it immediately!"

Meng Jing looked at Zhong Xun with a half-smile, and Zhong Xun replied, "Let's go back."

As Zhong Xun passed by Song Chu, he didn't even glance at him; the other man's ruthless schemes posed no threat to him.

Song Chu performed a "freebie" today, trying to attract Mu Quanjiang's attention, which in turn confirmed Zhong Xun's entry into the courtroom.

The parking lot was bright and spacious. Zhong Xun said, "I'll drive."

Meng Jingting tossed him the car keys.

Just then, the headlights of a car opposite them turned on, and the car door opened, and Song Lin got out.

"Mr. Meng," Song Lin greeted him, seemingly not seeing Zhong Xun, then jogged to find Song Chu behind him: "Dad!"

"Mmm." Song Chu lovingly stroked Song Lin's head.

Song Lin seemed to glance furtively in Meng Jingting's direction, then whispered, "How is it?"

Song Chu looked helpless.

Song Lin felt disappointed.

Seeing Meng Jingting get into the car and about to leave, Song Lin became anxious. Just as he was about to act, Song Chu stopped him: "Xiao Lin, you are my son. Meng Jingting is with his legal partner now. You must have some backbone."

Like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, Song Lin seemed to only then remember that Meng Jingting had already registered her marriage with Zhong Xun.

"That Omega is clearly not good enough for him!"

A dark emotion flashed in Song Chu's eyes, but his tone was unhurried: "That's his partner too, Xiao Lin. If you really have feelings for her, then wait patiently. Only when they separate can you take the initiative. No matter what, you must not disgrace the Song family, understand?"

Song Lin paused for a moment, then casually replied, "Yeah, wouldn't it be fine if they separated?"

Song Chu's smile deepened.

On the drive back, Zhong Xun asked, "Why are you unhappy?"

  

"I saw the side effects on the Song family," Meng Jing heard.

Zhong Xun chuckled: "These words don't sound like they came from your mouth."

Meng Jingting's expression turned serious: "Xiao Xun, now that you've entered the Tribunal, you'll be coming and going with me. I'll move you to a larger lounge."

Zhong Xun had no objection to the latter statement, and he even suggested, "Let's get a bigger, sturdier bed too."

Meng Jingting: "You..."

"I know you're worried the Song family might put me in danger." Zhong Xun stepped on the gas: "Don't worry."

He told him to rest assured, and Meng Jing's worries immediately vanished.

The infirmary welcomed Zhong Xun's official joining with open arms, and a small ceremony was held at noon in the restaurant. Although there were only a few dishes, Professor Lü still ordered four cans of beer.

With a "click," the foam rose, and everyone clinked glasses.

"Oh dear." Professor Lü has been pursuing health preservation in recent years and rarely drinks these things, but today he feels the joy of finding a successor to his "tradition." He has never felt this way when Dr. Bu decided to keep the business.

Zhong Xun smiled helplessly, knowing that Professor Lü was happy that his subordinate had finally found a "fat sheep".

The adjudicator almost always sustains minor injuries on every mission, and Professor Lü also has to go out for various training sessions with Dr. Xiao Bu, returning with a headache as soon as he comes back. Qin Fengyue's eloquence is entirely honed under high-pressure conditions.

"Here, have some food." Qin Fengyue put a piece of pork rib on Zhong Xun's plate.

Not to be outdone, Dr. Bu picked up a piece of roast beef and said, "Welcome, welcome, it's a pleasure to work with you."

When Professor Lü saw that their only two main dishes had been used to curry favor, he immediately became agitated and piled his own rice on top of Zhong Xun's bowl, creating a small mound: "Eat! You have to eat your fill!"

Zhong Xun understood that a full stomach makes for better work.

Dr. Zhong took apart the chopsticks and stopped being polite.

Just then, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the cafeteria. Several adjudicators who had been on a mission were returning, and the one leading them was none other than Xie Wencheng.

"Oh my." Xie Wencheng stepped forward with a grin. "Zhong Xun, your appetite has increased."

"Hmm." Zhong Xun pointed to the seat next to him: "Want to eat together?"

"Sure," Xie Wencheng said without hesitation.

Although he still had that carefree attitude, Zhong Xun could tell that something was on his mind.

"Are you in trouble?"

Xie Wencheng sighed. "It's a Class A miasma that hasn't been cleared yet. It's a large banyan tree that's been contaminated. The contamination is hallucinogenic. Most Arbiters can't stay conscious when they enter the miasma. Even I felt dizzy." Xie Wencheng's brows furrowed even more. "Especially since spores have started growing nearby, and the outer perimeter has been reinforced. I'm worried they might drift out."

Everyone understood what Xie Wencheng meant.

If it were to drift into the human world, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Dr. Bu raised his hand: "No, I'll go with you."

"Wow," Zhong Xun exclaimed, "You've been pulling all-nighters in the lab for days. Look at your dark circles."

Dr. Bu pulled a mirror out of his pocket as if by magic, then looked at himself in the mirror with affection.

Xie Wencheng was taken aback: "Will this work? Let me call the boss."

"As a Level Two Adjudicator, do you need to submit a report when you need to deploy medics?"

Xie Wencheng shook his head: "No need."

"Then treat me like a regular medic," Zhong Xun said. "Hurry up and eat, then we'll leave."

Xie Wencheng finished his rice in two bites.

Armored vehicles were waiting in front of the rest building. A group of eight adjudicators, in accordance with the rule that each group should be equipped with two second-level adjudicators, were present. Xu Hengzhou was also there this time.

Xie Wencheng sized up Xu Hengzhou: "Hey, I heard you want to become a pillar of the Tribunal's future!"

Xu Hengzhou paused in adjusting his belt, then slowly placed his hand on the holster.

Xie Wencheng: "Pretend I didn't say anything!!!"

"Dr. Chung is out."

The air became inexplicably still.

Zhong Xun was also equipped with the same combat uniform he wore on missions—fitted and waist-cinching. He had long, slender legs, and as he stepped down the stairs in his leather boots, his protective hood was tucked under his arm. The young man adjusted his collar with his other hand, and when he looked up, a hint of sharpness in his bones was revealed, reflecting on his exquisite and flawless face, giving him a unique, abstinent air.