“Captain Jin said so.”
Zhu Yan had already had the foresight to switch into the puppet of “Zhu Zeyu.” He lowered his head and gave the black uniform of the [Human Alliance] a once-over.
He cleared his throat and very seriously relayed Jin Rongxu’s completely nonsensical instructions.
“Because a small number of people complained that taking leave was difficult, the Alliance has decided to postpone the return date for all players who made the rankings.”
Zhu Yan actually thought that excuse was ridiculous.
The real reason was probably that the Alliance had been forced to take on extra work because of certain people and certain incidents. They were so overwhelmed that they simply didn’t have time to deal with these students.
“What happens after we return?” Chen Zhaoxing blinked. “Do you think we could be assigned to the same shelter?”
…
Clearly, they couldn’t.
Zhu Yan leaned back in the soft chair in the conference hall and watched the assignment list projected onto the screen ahead of them.
He and Yang Zhanbai had been assigned to the Western Suburbs Shelter, where Jin Rongxu was stationed. Qi Yinming had been assigned to the Strategic Analysis Department at headquarters, while Chen Zhaoxing and Xu Tongguang had been sent to a place called the Central Air-Raid Shelter.
“I’ve heard of the Central Air-Raid Shelter. It’s relatively small,” Yang Zhanbai said in a low voice. “I think it’s a temporary Class-C shelter. You two need to be careful.”
Chen Zhaoxing bared his teeth at him.
A faint flush spread across Xu Tongguang’s pale face, and he smiled amiably.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be careful not to kill off the entire human race.”
“Keep in touch after you get there.” Qi Yinming raised his phone. “We work together pretty well, after all.”
They hadn’t actually worked together that many times, Zhu Yan silently thought.
It was just that they understood one another’s personalities well, and they had cleared dungeons together before.
“These days, it’s rare to find people who know each other inside and out.” Qi Yinming lowered his voice. “You all heard it just now, right? The number of dungeons has suddenly dropped off. However you look at it, it feels like a conspiracy.”
“We should keep each other updated. If something happens to any of you…” He paused, but still finished the ominous thought. “If things get chaotic again, we should try to regroup as much as possible.”
Zhu Yan didn’t respond.
He was using the eyes of one of his [Walking Dead] to observe Jin Rongxu’s situation in real time.
And the reason he couldn’t spare any attention to answer was simple: someone familiar had appeared beside Jin Rongxu.
It wasn’t Director Jin. It was the hot-tempered young man Zhu Yan had met once before in the [Hall of Mourning].
At the time, this man had been surrounded by a group of Alliance players who were helping him sign up. He was clearly another rich young heir.
“Captain Jin, you’re doing pretty well for yourself.”
The man stamped his feet in his brand-name monogrammed loafers, then raised a hand and spun the earring in his ear.
Although he was wearing a perfectly proper uniform, his hair had been sculpted into rigid spikes with gel, creating a carefully maintained, fluffy look.
Zhu Yan could even see traces of caked foundation on his face and clumps of eyebrow pencil smudged around the ends of his brows.
The man had the air of a flashy club playboy, as if he had come solely to pick up women.
Jin Rongxu seemed to know him. At the very least, he treated him much better than he treated Zhu Yan, and there was even a trace of a smile on his face.
“Qiu Lingxiao, try to act proper in front of other people. If you come with me to the Western Suburbs and keep putting on this act, watch out or people will talk.”
Qiu Lingxiao burst out laughing and slapped Jin Rongxu familiarly on the shoulder.
“What’s there to be afraid of? Come on! Aren’t all the strong guys supposed to carry themselves like this?”
“It’s a shame the smaller dungeons are gone now. I finally made it to Anwu City, and I can’t even level up some of my abilities.”
Oh. So this person had already completed his plan to seize abilities.
Zhu Yan’s eyes lit up.
People like this usually didn’t have a minor cheat.
What ability had he stolen?
Jin Rongxu smiled. “Young CEO Qiu, genuine dungeons aren’t that easy. Having someone guide you through one at the beginning is completely different from clearing one on your own.”
Qiu Lingxiao smacked his lips.
During that brief pause, Zhu Yan keenly noticed a trace of disdain flash across Qiu Lingxiao’s face.
It seemed to be directed at Jin Rongxu.
He hurriedly adjusted the [Walking Dead]’s point of view, and sure enough, caught the momentary stiffness in Jin Rongxu’s facial muscles, as well as the narrowed, assessing look in his eyes.
“How are your father and your two older brothers?” Jin Rongxu abruptly changed the subject. “Did you pass along my regards?”
Zhu Yan had no idea what he had read from the situation.
But he firmly committed the phrase “your father and your two older brothers” to memory.
“As for them…” Qiu Lingxiao smiled. “One of my brothers died, so now there’s only my dad and my other brother left. What a mess. Do you think there’s any way to turn people into horror creatures and have them bless us?”
Jin Rongxu’s expression darkened. “What nonsense are you spouting?”
Qiu Lingxiao immediately realized that there were outsiders present.
“Hey, I was just joking. Right, Brother Rongxu, have you found any leads on that [Hunter]?”
Jin Rongxu shook his head, but his eyes remained fixed on Qiu Lingxiao, like an eagle locking onto a rabbit.
“That’s unfortunate. Still no leads. Lingxiao, go tell Kaiyi to hurry up and pack. We’re leaving in half an hour.”
Qiu Lingxiao sauntered out. “Hey, our two teams aren’t going to be riding in the same vehicle as those people, are we?”
“Follow the organization’s arrangements.” Jin Rongxu was very polite. “I’ll try to assign you fewer people.”
The office door swung shut.
Jin Rongxu looked at the three corpses in the office, the corner of his mouth twitching, and sent Pot Lid and Ma Dong away first.
Then, staring at the remaining military doctor, he suddenly said something horrifying.
“We found the [Hunter],” Jin Rongxu said coldly. “Two of them, in fact.”
…
This time, the vehicle sent to pick up Zhu Yan and Yang Zhanbai was a seven-seat SUV. The other students and organizational personnel were all riding in the buses behind them.
Before getting into the vehicle, Zhu Yan saw quite a few unfamiliar faces, presumably students from the other schools.
Although the mortality rate of the [Metabolism Module] was high, quite a few people had still survived overall.
But he no longer had the energy to think about any of that. The information Jin Rongxu had given his confidant, the military doctor, was simply too explosive—so explosive that Zhu Yan was afraid he couldn’t process it all on his own.
Jin Rongxu had said that Qiu Lingxiao’s remaining brother and his father were both [Hunters].
“…What incredible nerve. That ignorant brat thinks the entire [Frenzied Funland] is his personal backer.”
Jin Rongxu’s grim expression and tone kept playing over and over in Zhu Yan’s mind.
He took a deep breath, climbed into the official SUV, and sat in the last row with Yang Zhanbai.
Jin Rongxu wasn’t in the vehicle.
Apart from the two of them, there were only Zhu Yan’s three [Walking Dead] and Captain Zheng.
Jin Rongxu had probably gone with Qiu Lingxiao to ride in a sedan.
“Hello, Captain Zheng. Hello, gentlemen.”
Zhu Yan greeted them respectfully, then casually brought up the matter he wanted to ask about.
“By the way, Captain Zheng, where’s our Captain Jin?”
Something this important might be known to Captain Zheng.
It would be a waste not to sound him out while he had the chance.
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