Captain 03

Fang Zhiyi sneered inwardly. This girl still did not think she was in the wrong.

Sure enough, Lin Wanxing immediately cried out, Look, isn't he perfectly fine? He even falsely accused me earlier! After saying that, she covered her face and ran out crying. Gu Heng hurriedly chased after her, glaring at Fang Zhiyi before leaving, as if blaming him for scaring Lin Wanxing.

No, is she crazy? Li Fei muttered. Seeing Fang Zhiyi, he cheered up. Boss, it's so good that you're okay!

Fang Zhiyi forced a smile. I'm fine... Since you guys know I'm fine, who the hell buried me????

Shen Yue said you weren't breathing anymore!

You really weren't breathing at the time!

Boss, don't come over here! It wasn't me! It... it was Zhao Lei who dug the hole!

Zhao Lei sat there without moving, merely lifting his eyelids and saying slowly, You suggested cremation. I just thought burying was more dignified.

Looking at Fang Zhiyi's eyes, Li Fei shuddered. Boss, I... I meant well...

While taking a shower, Fang Zhiyi's mind was a bit chaotic. This beginning was truly explosive. First, he was chased and beaten by an aberration, then he was bleeding all over, and then he was buried?

Plus, the tainted aura he had absorbed into his body made him feel incredibly unlucky. What kind of baffling start was this?

He took a shower, trying to calm the foul power running wild in his body, only to find that although this power was overbearing, it was slowly transforming his body and making his senses sharper. He tried calling out to Little Hei, but there was no response. It seemed Little Hei had indeed suffered a significant loss this time.

Captain, come out for a bit when you're done washing. Lin Wanxing says she has something to discuss with you, a team member's voice called from the door.

Fang Zhiyi dried his hair and walked out, only to see Lin Wanxing and Gu Heng sitting in the living room. Lin Wanxing still had wet tear tracks on her face. Seeing him, she immediately said, Captain, the rations for the refugees are too little. They can't get full. I want to request more supplies.

Everyone sighed.

Her savior complex is acting up again, Zhao Lei muttered, but only Fang Zhiyi heard it.

Ever since Lin Wanxing arrived, she had been fighting to take charge of the refugee resettlement. In Li Fei's words, she was just putting on an act, pretending to be a good person.

Fang Zhiyi was still trying to figure out the original owner's plotline. Supplies were tight right now, and every Guardian and refugee had a fixed quota. If they handed things out without restraint, they wouldn't be able to hold on later. But looking at Lin Wanxing's expression that seemed to say you are selfish if you don't agree, Fang Zhiyi suddenly changed his mind.

Sure, Fang Zhiyi said, clapping his hands.

Everyone froze for a moment. Shen Yue looked at Fang Zhiyi in disbelief. Captain?

Lin Wanxing is right. We Guardians are meant to protect the people, Fang Zhiyi said with a smile, though his eyes darted toward Gu Heng, and sure enough, he caught a flash of surprise on the man's face.

Really? Lin Wanxing was a bit surprised. She requested this every time, but Fang Zhiyi would always refuse and give a bunch of random excuses. Why was he being so straightforward this time?

Boss... Li Fei opened his mouth, but upon seeing Fang Zhiyi's warning glance, he swallowed his words.

Lin Wanxing also hadn't expected him to agree so readily. Overjoyed, she said, Thank you, Captain! I knew you weren't a cold-blooded person! I misunderstood you before!

Wait, Fang Zhiyi suddenly spoke up. Lin Wanxing and Gu Heng both looked over.

Gu Heng sneered inwardly, knowing that Fang Zhiyi wouldn't be that easy to deal with.

Here is the key to our warehouse. Fang Zhiyi pulled out a key and tossed it over. Lin Wanxing accepted it happily, the smile on her face completely unstoppable.

After the two left, Li Fei was the first to express his dissatisfaction. Captain! How could you agree to that!

Zhou Hao was also agitated. Exactly, we clearly don't have many supplies ourselves, and you're letting her distribute them? If she wants to help people, she should use her own supplies. Why use our base's?

Yeah! Aren't the things her family sends her much better than the junk in our warehouse?

However, facing his team members' agitated emotions, Fang Zhiyi merely swept his gaze over everyone. This time he had no plot script and could only rely on his own judgment.

You don't understand, Fang Zhiyi sighed. He turned and pulled back the curtains, looking outside where two figures were running toward the small warehouse.

You... you really... You couldn't have chickened out just because of her grandfather, right? Li Fei's face turned red with agitation. Before, you were afraid she'd get hurt, so you arranged for her to stay in the back, which is fine since she only causes trouble anyway. She almost got you killed earlier, and you're still letting her do whatever she wants?

Fang Zhiyi watched the outside without saying a word.

Seeing this, the team members said no more and left angrily one by one. Fang Zhiyi noticed that Shen Yue, who was the last to leave, looked at him with suspicion and scrutiny.

It wasn't until they were all gone that Fang Zhiyi muttered to himself, This world is simple? This is completely opening up a new map, okay.

The next day, Lin Wanxing excitedly found Fang Zhiyi to recount the scenes of her settling the refugees yesterday. Seeing her like that, Fang Zhiyi smiled slightly, causing Gu Heng, who was always by Lin Wanxing's side, to immediately become alert.

Could this Fang Zhiyi have taken a liking to Wanxing?

Um, Wanxing, do more good deeds. Our reputation depends entirely on you, Fang Zhiyi smiled.

His sudden praise surprised Lin Wanxing. She looked Fang Zhiyi up and down. She had originally thought this Fang Zhiyi was extremely rigid, always bringing up rules whenever she wanted to do something. Who would have thought he'd be so reasonable now?

Immediately, her attitude toward Fang Zhiyi improved a lot. As a Guardian, helping others is what we should do. Captain, you wouldn't mind about yesterday, right? After all, hearing a child's voice in that kind of situation, of course I had to go check.

Fang Zhiyi waved his hands repeatedly. No, no! Not at all!

Gu Heng suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He unconsciously moved closer to Lin Wanxing, his eyes full of provocation as he looked at Fang Zhiyi.

Fang Zhiyi smiled and said, Alright, don't forget to report this upwards. Your grandfather will be happy that you've helped so many people, right?

Lin Wanxing nodded repeatedly. Yes! I'll go write a letter to my grandfather right away! Thank you, Captain Fang!

Gu Heng looked at Fang Zhiyi. Was this guy trying to kiss up to Old Master Lin? Put that way, it made sense. It seemed Fang Zhiyi had learned how things worked. Following behind Lin Wanxing, he wore an arrogant expression as he passed in front of Fang Zhiyi.

Other than this, Fang Zhiyi maintained the same behavioral patterns as the original owner. Whenever he received news of an aberration, he would lead the team out. However, along the way, the team members from before kept their distance from him, seemingly quite dissatisfied with him.

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