Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

Ten minutes ago.

The Xize Manor late at night.

As Xize Anrou was discussing the next assassination attempt with the old nobles, the quantum computer in front of her suddenly began to flash, and snowflake patterns quickly filled the screen.

Not only hers, but also the light screens of the other old nobles in the room changed drastically.

Upon detecting an external intrusion signal, the manor's internal security system quickly established a firewall.

[Unknown signals account for 70% of intrusions...]

[Unknown signals being eliminated...]

Disinfection successful!

Everyone thought it was a false alarm, but unexpectedly, the signal launched another attack, and the attack was even more rapid than the last time.

The security system issued an alarm.

[Unknown signal attacks account for 30%...]

The firewall has been compromised...

[Security code missing, intrusion successful.]

As the final announcement ended, everyone's screens in the conference room changed in unison, the image freezing on a dark prison cell.

"Your Excellency, my name is Yan Zhigao."

On the other end of the screen, Yan Zhigao's voice was filled with undisguised smugness, and the last syllable was tinged with pride: "I'm really sorry for intruding into your network, but my husband said that such a wonderful show must be seen by you in person."

Xize Anrou frowned and clicked the close button a few times, but the computer did not respond.

"Your Excellency, you should stop and watch the show. You can't turn off this screen."

Xize Anrou's eyes darkened, and with no other choice, she could only continue watching along with the others.

On the screen, Xizelu kicked the assassin in the face. As he turned around, a cold light swept across, illuminating Heizhou's pale and powerless face.

A collective gasp filled the room; they knew this person all too well.

The next instant, Xize Lu suddenly turned his head, his gaze piercing through the screen and straight at him, his red eyes seemingly churning with fire.

He spoke slowly and deliberately: "Mother, you are the same."

Xize Anrou stared at the face on the screen that resembled her own, feeling disgusted, and her expression suddenly darkened.

She spoke coldly, her fingertips almost digging into her palms: "Xizelu, are you arguing with your mother? I went to great lengths to get you into the Central Military Region, and this is how you repay me?"

Although the words were cold, the tone at the end was extremely tense, revealing a hint of barely perceptible panic.

She was incredibly astute, and she could naturally tell that her son was not behaving as usual. He was different from before; he was usually timid and submissive, always at her mercy, but today he dared to call her by her name.

Very unusual.

She leaned back, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "What, you've forgotten your mother now that you've married the mistress of the house?"

"Or have you forgotten who used to keep this piece of trash like you?"

"You actually defied your mother for some trashy guide, just like your father! You deserve to die, Xizelu!"

Xizelu's last glimmer of hope was ultimately crushed by those words.

He lowered his red eyes, his raven eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath his pale eyes.

That's enough. He should have accepted it long ago: he was just a pawn in his mother's hands that she could discard at any time.

He met her identical red eyes, and for the first time in his life, he straightened his back in front of her: "Duchess, please don't mistake me for someone else. Your son is Xi Zeyuan, who has been lying unconscious for three years, while I... am just an outsider who was personally removed from the list by you."

Xize Anrou squinted her eyes: "Xize Lu, do you know what you're saying? You've only captured a few assassins, and you dare to act tough with me? You're still too green."

"Don't think that just because you've found an F-level guide, you'll have someone backing you up."

Xizelu remained composed and dignified: "I don't need anyone to back me up."

"Hmph." Xize Anrou sneered coldly. "Since you didn't die, get back to your doghouse and lie down. I spared that woman's life only to keep her in reserve for Yuan'er. If you still don't know what's good for you, I don't mind crushing you right now."

"Really? You should try it!"

Xize Anrou was taken aback and looked Xize Lu up and down.

Her adopted son must have been up to no good today, otherwise why would he act like he's about to kill someone at the mere mention of Lu Weiliang?

Xizelu looked up at the camera, and under everyone's watchful eyes, he pulled out another vial of medicine and slowly approached Black Continent.

He grabbed his hair and dragged him directly in front of the camera.

"Give me Nishizawa Anrou's letter of authorization, and I'll give you the antidote."

By this time, the drugs had already eroded Aztec's mind. Almar's drugs were crushing his will inch by inch, and his whole body was in excruciating pain as if he were being torn apart by a thousand knives.

He instinctively screamed, "Xizelu...you deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"

Xizelu's voice was icy cold: "You should know my methods. I need a test subject like you for my banned drug experiments."

He leaned down, his fingertips tracing the black continent's trembling jaw: "Bones crushed and regenerated, limbs repeatedly torn apart, oh, and a spiritual entity. I'm curious, could you have endured watching it being slowly and agonized to death?"

At this moment, Xizelu seemed like a wicked king emerging from hell, every whisper like a bone-scraping knife, not only nailing to the ears of the Black Continent, but also through the screen, cruelly scraping the hearts of all the old nobles, as well as Xize Anrou.

She gripped the handrail tightly, finally losing her composure: "What exactly do you want?"

"revenge!"

"Whoever hurts my lover, I will make her pay the price."

Outside the prison cell, Yan Zhigao heard these words and his eyes immediately went into overdrive.

Fortunately, he kept his body camera on the whole time, otherwise this exciting moment of confession would not have been recorded.

The thought of going back to edit it and having the chance to send it to Director Lu made him incredibly happy.

He was truly the commander's love protector.

Xize Anrou's eyes turned cold: "Trying to scare me? What a joke! No one can stop me, Duchess Xize, from doing what I set out to do. In any case, I'm determined to have her spiritual power..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the dying Black Continent struggle to raise his head and weakly utter two words: "I'll hand it over."

The drug was so potent that it gradually eroded his mind.

He lowered his head, his trembling fingertips typing out a string of codes on the energy neck ring, and then barely managed to complete the iris and blood verification.

The neck ring clicked softly, and a cold medicine was injected into his veins. He endured the pain and opened a hidden compartment.

With a "click".

The black chip landed.

Xizelu bent down to pick it up and held it up to the screen: "Even though it's not the original, it's enough to convict you, isn't it?"

On the other side of the screen, Xize Anrou's eyes were bloodshot, knowing that she had lost this round.

She countered, "Tell me, what are your conditions?"

Xizelu put away the chip.

"It's simple, just stay away from Lu Weiliang."

"If you dare to touch her, I will hand over the evidence to His Majesty, and once you are imprisoned, I will personally kill Xize Yuan and raze your Xize Manor to the ground."

"You know me, you know that when I say something, I do it."

After saying that, Yan Zhigao cut off the video link.

The screen went dark again, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. The Empress's second uncle was unwilling to be threatened like this, and he asked, "An Rou, are we just going to let this brat go like this?"

Xize Anrou stared in the direction of Xize Yuan's room, her eyes burning with anger.

Since that woman is his weakness, he must seize the opportunity.

No one can hurt her precious son.

"Next time, you won't be so lucky."