I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

"Lin Yan, you've arrived."

Shen Qinglan's move was a blatant and overt scheme.

"We need someone to take this in and stick it on the internet celebrity who sparked the riot, to provide heavy firepower support and guide the coordinates."

"This is a mission."

Old Zhao swept the signal marker on the table to the ground and pointed it at Shen Qinglan's nose.

"Bullshit! You're sending him to his death!"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You've seized command, and when things go wrong, you'll just send your subordinates to be cannon fodder."

"Even if I have to lose this skin, I'll never let you succeed!"

"If he doesn't try, are you planning to drag the entire Jiangcheng down with him?" Shen Qinglan didn't back down and directly pinned the blame on him.

Just then.

"Deputy Group Leader Shen."

A suppressed, angry voice came from outside the tent.

It was Old Chen, the burly man with bandages, and Xiao Zhou from Group Two.

Old Chen's face was deathly pale, but his eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to devour someone.

"We'll go in three groups. Old Li's injury hasn't healed yet, but there are three other people in our group who can still move. I'll lead the team in. Let's not force a new recruit to his death."

"Group Two requests a surprise attack!"

Xiao Zhou's left arm was still wrapped in gauze, and it looked like the stitches hadn't been removed yet. He gave a military salute with his remaining hand.

Sister Liu from Group Five also arrived at some point.

She stood directly in front of Lin Yan, her usually smiling face now as cold as ice.

"Shen Qinglan, stop using righteousness to intimidate us! We old bones aren't all dead yet; it's not your place to use the lives of newcomers to fill your own merit book!"

All the lower-ranking agents who could still stand, both inside and outside the tent, spontaneously gathered around, though they were somewhat intimidated by Commander Shen Qinglan's authority.

They formed a silent human wall, protecting Lin Yan, a junior who had only been in the bureau for a few days and whose face they hadn't even fully recognized yet.

They had heard of Lin Yan's name; they knew he had also killed the grotesque.

This is enough.

Lin Yan stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the battered and bruised figures in front of him.

He felt a mix of emotions.

I was truly moved.

These colleagues, whom he didn't know at all, were genuinely willing to risk their lives to cover for him on this doomed mission.

But they were genuinely anxious.

At this moment, Lin Yan felt like a million alpacas were galloping through his mind.

My dear brothers and sisters, stop arguing!

If they keep dawdling, that kid Ah Feng is really going to get swallowed whole by the nun and the mermaid.

If he dies at someone else's hands, the contract won't be fulfilled, and I'll have to pay with my life for Chen Shu's side.

Moreover, those three terrifyingly high-level monsters in your eyes.

Those were all his friends in the matchmaking group who chatted with him every day!

For him, this trip was basically just attending a meetup with his online friends.

Lin Yan was both amused and exasperated.

He couldn't stand the dawdling atmosphere any longer.

He pushed aside the wall of people blocking his way, squeezed to Old Zhao's side, and slapped Old Zhao's shoulder hard.

"Team Leader Zhao, everyone, stop arguing."

He walked past Lao Zhao, bent down and picked up the top-grade signal beacon from the ground, tossing it in his hand.

Lin Yan's gaze swept over everyone and finally landed on Shen Qinglan.

"I'll go."

Lin Yan put the signal beacon into his pocket.

"I'm in a hurry."

Everyone in the tent fell silent instantly.

A group of elite agents who were usually arrogant and aloof were all staring at this newcomer who had been with the company for less than a week.

They couldn't believe he had said that.

Everyone knows that it's a death trap with no chance of survival.

But this kid didn't even flinch.

"Are you crazy?"

Old Chen was the first to react. He grabbed Lin Yan's wrist and tried to pull him back.

"You're just an ordinary person with no spiritual power; you can't even get into the core area. Don't fucking cause trouble, give me your signal!"

"That's right, Kobayashi!"

Sister Liu was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

"You've only been at the station a few days? You probably don't even know how to fire a gun yet. Even hazmat suits aren't effective in that area, how are you going to carry it?"

Xiao Zhou also used his remaining hand to grab Lin Yan's clothes.

"Brother Lin, don't be impulsive."

"It's not your turn, a newcomer, to risk your life."

The cacophony of dissuasion from the crowd left Lin Yan feeling utterly miserable.

Guys, I'm really not going to my death, I'm just rushing to an event!

If it had been any later, Ah Feng would have been torn to pieces by them, and I would have had to be buried with him!

But in this tragic atmosphere, he couldn't just say, "Don't worry, those three weirdos inside are all from my matchmaking group. I can just show my face when I go in."

Lin Yan could only grit his teeth and force a "If I don't go to hell, who will?" expression.

He patted Old Chen's hand.

"Brother Chen, Sister Liu, Brother Zhou, you're all injured. Going in would be pointless."

He pointed to himself.

"Although I don't have spiritual power, I'm lucky. Didn't I just happen to take care of that evil spirit in the water world yesterday?"

"Besides, a little Karami like me, who has no spiritual energy fluctuations whatsoever, is no different from an ant on the roadside in the eyes of a high-level monster."

"People might find it too much trouble to even step on it, while it's much easier for me to sneak in."

Everyone was stunned.

That sounds like utter nonsense.

But in this desperate situation, it seems there is actually some truth to it.

"Bullshit!" Old Zhao's eyes were red as he grabbed Lin Yan and pulled her back.

"Do you think this is like going to the farmers' market?"

"Really! I'm not kidding! I really have to go, I absolutely have to go, it can't be anyone else!"

Lin Yan was really anxious, and his voice even rose a few decibels.

Old Zhao stood frozen in place.

This was the first time he had seen Lin Yan so serious.

I knew I hadn't misjudged this kid.

Old Zhao fell silent. He glanced around, as if he had made up his mind.

He pulled a crumpled yellow paper talisman from his inner pocket, then untied the folding knife from his waist and stuffed it all into Lin Yan's arms.

"This is a high-level mind-clearing talisman I exchanged at the headquarters; it can help combat mental pollution."

"And this knife is coated with anti-magic mercury, so at least it can be used for self-defense in case of any situation."

"Take this! Come out alive, and I'll treat you to the most expensive wine in Jiangcheng!"

After saying that, Old Zhao glanced furtively at Old Chen beside him.

Old Chen noticed Old Zhao's actions, gritted his teeth, and ripped off the copper coin tied with a red string from his neck, then put it around Lin Yan's neck without saying a word.

"Brother Lin, this is a protective copper coin that I've had for over ten years. It's been blessed by a master. As long as it's not a malevolent spirit directly attacking your face, it can protect you once!"

Sister Liu wiped away her tears, took out a glass bottle no bigger than her little finger, and carefully put it into Lin Yan's pocket.

"Kobayashi, take this. It's a potion I made myself. If... if you suffer a fatal wound inside, drink a sip, and it'll keep you alive until we get backup!"

As soon as Sister Liu took out the medicine, it attracted everyone's attention, even Shen Qinglan was a little surprised.

Looking at the equipment stuffed full in his arms, Lin Yan was overjoyed.

This is a huge profit!

However, once this matter is over, he plans to return everything except for Old Zhao's knife.

After all, these are the precious treasures that everyone guards and protects. To be honest, he really doesn't need to be greedy for them.

If something really happens, calling Saya on your phone is much more effective than any of these methods.

As for Lao Zhao's wool, we must take advantage of it.