Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 211 Fragments of Immortal Artifacts, Top-Level Decisions!
The night breeze carried an unusual heat.

A faint warmth gently enveloped Cheng Ye's body, much like the stove in the orphanage during winter when he was a child.

Every time it snows, the children gather around the stove, either humming softly or taking out the potatoes and sweet potatoes they've hidden and stuffing them into the cracks under the stove to roast until they smell delicious.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect our first formal meeting to be in this kind of setting."

Liu Kun nodded slightly, his tone softening somewhat. "The situation in Dabo Town is still being analyzed. Please stand here for now and refrain from any rash actions."

He paused, then continued, "Next, we will conduct a thorough examination to confirm that you are not at risk of infection, and..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly blew a breath forward gently.

boom!
Like a volcanic eruption, a pillar of fire suddenly shot up from the ground, rising more than ten meters into the night sky. The scorching heat wave made people around instinctively retreat.

Immediately afterwards, the pillar of fire spread outward from the center, and sparks rapidly intertwined and combined in the air.

With a loud "boom," it transformed into a fiery red cage about ten square meters in size. The bars, formed from solidified flames, glowed with a translucent red light, exuding an unreal, magical feel.

"no response?"

Seeing Cheng Ye's calm expression, Liu Kun's eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not immediately remove the cage. Instead, he took a step back, signaling the people behind him to come forward.

Among the twenty-odd people standing in a row with Ding Yishan, besides the station chief and deputy chief, there were several fourth-phase inspectors that Cheng Ye had met in recent days, as well as Bai Wei, the emergency response chief of the command center, whom he had met when the fog tunnel opened, and even a senior researcher from the research institute.

Cheng Ye calmly swept his gaze over the crowd, a sense of emotion rising within him.

Apart from Ding Yishan, Harlin, Jiang Chuan, and Bai Wei, the eyes of the others all held a complex expression, and upon closer inspection, one could detect a subtle fear hidden beneath that complexity.

Afraid of me?

Or are they worried about the potential source of infection I might be carrying?

Or is it something that affects Dabo Town?
The group exchanged glances, and in the end, it was Deputy Station Chief Harlin who stepped forward first.

As a rare high achiever among the prosecutors, he stepped forward and said in a calm tone, "Cheng Ye, since you are a prosecutor who passed the assessment under my supervision, it is natural that I should be responsible for the inspection of you."

Harlin gestured to the soldiers behind him to bring over a table and a chair. After sitting down, he softened his voice: "You don't need to be nervous. Although we have detected devastating energy fluctuations in Dabo Town, and according to past data, only one survivor might survive out of every 127100 devastating disasters, we will treat you as a normal person, not a potential infected, even if there is only a sliver of a chance. Understand?"

Being "inspected" so formally for the first time, Cheng Ye was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

“Very good. You are an inspector yourself and you know the inspection process, so we won’t beat around the bush.”

Harlin sat up straight, his eyes turning serious. "Please begin from the moment you entered Dabo Town for the assessment and recount your entire day's experiences and discoveries. Don't try to change your wording; even if you make mistakes or omit anything, just keep going until you get to the point where things are now."

"and many more."

Cheng Ye shook his head slightly, his tone calm but with an undeniable insistence, "Before answering, may I ask a question first?"

Harlin paused for a moment, his fingertips hesitated, but he still nodded: "Okay, go ahead and ask."

Is there any hope for the people in Dabo Town?

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Harlin fell silent, not saying a word for four or five seconds, his eyes flickering as if he was struggling with whether to tell the truth or to use a lie to ease his emotions first.

Only after their gazes met repeatedly in the air did he sigh softly, his tone full of regret, "I'm sorry, as I just said, once a devastating catastrophe breaks out, the survival rate of humans within its coverage area will be as low as 0.000787%. Only one survivor out of 127100 devastating catastrophes is possible. This is the conclusion drawn by the Spark Alliance after integrating data from tens of thousands of catastrophes of devastating magnitude and above. There are almost no exceptions. The only way for humanity to deal with infectious sources of devastating magnitude and above is to attempt to contain them before they fully erupt."

At this point, his voice suddenly became even lower, as if he himself could not accept it, "From this moment on, we have completely sealed off the entire area of ​​Dabo Town, and no one is allowed to enter for the next fifty years. In other words, this place has been permanently erased from the map of Shi Province."

Boom!
It was like a heavy hammer striking my mind.

Previously, when Cheng Ye saw the classification of infection sources and infection waves in books, he could not truly understand why humans classified them in this way, and what words such as disaster, destruction, and extinction from plague level upwards actually represented.

But now, having personally experienced several disasters, he has finally begun to understand the weight of these words.

What is a disaster?
It was a sudden natural disaster or man-made calamity, like a ruthless giant hand, that unexpectedly extinguished one vibrant life after another.

It could be a strange natural phenomenon like the fog, or it could be a deadly source of infection like a substitute starfish.

It doesn't care about the aftermath, it only knows how to brutally harvest, leaving behind sadness and devastation, forcing the living to face the coldness of death in fear.

What is destruction?
It comes with even greater ruthlessness, not only taking lives but also crushing all hope!

In the instant the disaster struck, an entire piece of land, along with everything on it, was crushed into lifeless wasteland.

There was no time to struggle, no chance to escape, and even the possibility of "surviving" was completely cut off.

Even though Dabo Town has considerable potential, and even though in his plans it may become one of the top satellite cities of Happiness City, or even number one.

Even though he had already envisioned a future for this place, the moment the word "destroyed" appeared, all plans, all preparations, and all his imaginations about the future vanished.
Everything's ruined!

Even in the face of a major disaster, people can still find a way to survive.

But when everything is completely destroyed, how can anyone possibly survive?

call.

Upon receiving the definite answer, Cheng Ye took several deep breaths, which calmed him down completely.

Since Happiness City has already sentenced nearly a thousand people in Dabo Town, as well as Luo Kuke and Wang Kangquan, to death.

Then he doesn't need to struggle to explain anything or pull anything further.

If the "Golden Legend" seen on the panel earlier corresponds to this devastating infection source, then there might still be room for change.

Because the known characteristics don't seem like catastrophic destruction, but rather like a kind of "rule".

If we follow Rocook's advice and find a way to go underwater to locate the source of the pollution and contain it, wouldn't that end this devastating disaster?
The thought arose, but after only a brief moment in his mind, Cheng Ye quickly buried it deep within his thoughts.

He didn't ask any further questions about whether the people inside could be saved.

As an inspector, he knew better than anyone that every question and answer carried a risk before confirming whether the other person was infected. Especially with this kind of mental pollution that could distort cognition, who knew that asking one more question might trigger an infection?
Harlin was willing to take the risk to answer him, perhaps not only because they were both prosecutors, but also because he understood how much Harlin cared about the people in the town.

"After entering Dabo Town at noon, we were first attacked by a flock of thornbirds."

Cheng Ye regained his composure and began to recount his day in an orderly manner.

He spoke in exceptional detail, clearly describing every point in time and every encounter.

It was both to cooperate with the inspection process and to try to find the moment when the mental pollution first showed signs of being exposed by recalling and sorting out clues.

"Around 7:40 p.m., I was worried about the situation by the river, so I went to patrol it alone again."

"It was during this patrol that I suddenly realized someone was following me. I could hear very light, yet eerie, footsteps."

Before anyone knew it, Harlin had completely focused, his right hand gripping the pen and scribbling rapidly across the paper, recording key information one by one.

The testing instruments placed around Cheng Ye were already running at full power, with dense data jumping on the screens, analyzing his micro-movements, micro-expressions, and physical indicators such as heart rate and pupil changes in real time.

The data remained stable throughout, with no abnormal fluctuations.

Liu Kun stood at the back of the crowd, glancing at the instrument screens a few times without showing any emotion. He first breathed a sigh of relief, then a hint of regret flashed through his mind.

After the area contaminated by the immortal artifacts expanded.

Any superhuman who enters rashly will immediately trigger an outbreak of contamination within.

Let alone rescuing the people inside, if you don't have the ability to resist pollution, even those who go in will perish inside.

According to the limited intelligence records of the Torch Alliance, the only way to save people is to allow those "marked by the immortal artifact" to re-enter, which might offer a glimmer of hope.

If an ordinary person had come out, Happiness City might have risked letting him try again.

But Cheng Ye's performance in all aspects has already fully met his expectations for a "top-notch new generation prosecutor". How can such a talent be allowed to take risks again?
"We can't let Cheng Ye go in again. Damn it, those damned former superhumans, they're dead, but they still have to leave a mess around Happiness City. Who are they trying to disgust!"

Liu Kun cursed inwardly, but his gaze subtly swept over the two gray-robed elders sitting cross-legged in mid-air. He pondered how to apply for permission to save Cheng Ye.

For Happiness City and its elders, the importance of the celestial artifact is self-evident.

If the pollution above can be purified, it might become a powerful trump card for the city of Sanctuary.

However, for checkpoints, the probability of entering to contain a contaminant is about the same as the probability of coming out alive—both are terrifyingly low.

A new generation inspector who can survive the explosion of a destructive immortal artifact is obviously more valuable!

But can his opinion really override the decisions of the two elders?
difficult!
Soon, Cheng Ye's voice pulled him back to reality: "Later, I found the team member who was infected with the Ghost Water Crab, and then..."

He paused for a second, his tone calm and even, "A brief battle ensued, and in the end, the infected was killed by me and the rest of my squad."

"After the battle, I returned to camp and rested for about half an hour when I heard a commotion outside. We all rushed out to see what was happening and found that people from the Red Zone had gathered in the middle of the street."

"After dealing with the source of infection in the red zone, we agreed on the patrol schedule for the night: Rocco and Garcia would be on duty for the first half of the night, changing shifts at 3 a.m., when Wang Kang and I would take over. But just as it was 3 a.m., and I was about to call for a change of shifts, Rocco ran over to tell me that Garcia and half of the patrol team had gone missing."

Further on, Cheng Ye didn't hold back at all about the neatly arranged crab-men on the riverbank, the bizarre scene when the mental pollution broke out, and the details of the team members being "frozen in place."

He could clearly feel countless gazes falling on him, and he could also vaguely sense the monitoring of various instruments.

With so many eyes and sophisticated instruments monitoring the situation, trying to lie and get away with it would be no less difficult than trying to re-enter Dabo Town to contain the source of pollution.

So he decided to tell the whole story, only omitting information related to the extraordinary.

After speaking, Cheng Ye stood quietly in place, waiting for Harlin to finish the report.

“Very good, your answer was very detailed and complete. As your assessment instructor, I am honored. Your performance has exceeded all the requirements of the checkpoint for a ‘junior inspector’.”

Harlin first offered a generous compliment, then turned his pen around and said in a serious tone, "Next, I will ask questions about the details you described. Don't be nervous; all the questions are to assess the pollution situation in the town, not to test whether you are infected."

"Understood." Cheng Ye nodded.

In fact, right after recounting his experience, he realized many blind spots that he had previously overlooked. Now, with Harlem's corroboration, they might be able to pinpoint the key to the pollution outbreak.

"First question: Regarding the infection of cave crabs, you mentioned seeing Garcia leading people to fetch water. Did you observe whether the team members were wearing protective equipment during the process?"

"No, the team members who were fetching water had no protective gear at all, and many of them got river water on them."

Cheng Ye answered immediately.

The inspector's manual's recommendations for handling outdoor water bodies are not so strict as to require "protection upon contact".

However, before fully immersing oneself in the water, it is essential to observe the composition of the water to ensure there is no risk of infection.

Even when he went fishing with Jiang Chuan last time, he inevitably came into contact with some river water.

It's perfectly normal that Garcia didn't make the team members who were fetching water wear protective gear; it just shows a lack of vigilance.

"Second question: When you pointed out that the team was missing two members, did you observe the purple patterns you mentioned on the remaining team members?"

“No.” Cheng Ye shook his head and added, “When the captain called roll with a flashlight, I specifically observed everyone’s expression and movements to make sure no one had a similar pattern.”

After all, two people were already missing, and the remaining people were suspected of being infected, so he couldn't afford not to be careful.

"The third question: Describe your battle against the Ghost Water Crab Infected."

Here comes the key question.

Cheng Ye's heart sank slightly, but his expression remained calm: "The infected person took the initiative to expose himself and turned to face me. Before he was completely transformed, I jumped up and kicked his head, sending him crashing into the wall. Then the team members reacted and fired together, destroying his immediate weakness."

"Kick the infected's head off?" Harlin repeated, his eyes filled with confirmation. "Are you sure?"

"Confirmed, it's going to be a one-kick smash."

Has anyone come into contact with the infected person's blood?

"It can be confirmed that there was no fighting at the time, but the body was later dragged to the center of Dabo Town. I cannot confirm whether anyone was contaminated in the subsequent process."

"Understood." Harlin quickly took notes, without asking any further questions about the details of the battle.

"Fourth question: When the purple-striped infected appeared, did everyone gather around to watch?"

If the first three questions were just setting the stage, this fourth question, once posed, almost directly hits the core of the pollution problem.

Cheng Ye's mind suddenly went blank, as if he had been gently bumped by something.

The ideas that had already been organized became clearer, and in an instant, Harlin's intention was realized.

Yes!

If mental pollution needs a "carrier" to spread, then the two infected corpses with purple patterns are the most likely medium.

Or to put it another way, the transmission route of the "unknown disaster-level infection source" may be through the purple patterns.

At that time, in order to relieve the pressure, Rocco brought everyone in the red zone to watch.

Later, when counting the number of people, he asked Huang Liang to call everyone over, including several couples in the supermarket parking lot, so that everyone had been in close contact with the "carrier".

"Confirmed, everyone who was near the infected person was present, without exception."

"Fifth question: What happened to those two infected bodies with purple markings?" "I don't know. I was only responsible for examining the source of infection inside them; the subsequent handling was handled by Rokuk."

The sixth question

Harlin suddenly stopped, looked up at him, and said in an unusually serious tone, "This is the last question. I hope you think it through before you answer."

"Okay!" Cheng Ye nodded, vaguely guessing the direction of the problem.

Why do you think you haven't been corrupted by the mind?

Wow.

The words fell.

Almost all eyes were drawn to this place as if by a magnet, and the surroundings instantly became quiet.

Even the researchers operating the instruments stared intently at the screen, unconsciously slowing their breathing.

The group of prosecutors standing behind Harlem, including Ding Yishan and Liu Kun, all cast curious yet solemn glances their way.

Everyone had the same question in their minds: if even the three-stage inspectors couldn't withstand the pollution, how could a newly appointed trainee inspector escape unscathed?

Only the two elders sitting cross-legged in the air kept their eyes closed, their bodies enveloped in a faint halo, seemingly uninterested in everything below, focusing only on the peculiar spiritual fluctuation before them.

Being stared at by a sea of ​​eyes felt like standing on a riverbank, staring at an endless sea of ​​crab-men.

Cheng Ye paused, then couldn't help but force a smile, his gaze meeting each of their eyes.

Actually, he had already thought about how to answer the question when he asked Rocco earlier.

Now we are simply stating the answer to Rocco.

"This is a question that you need to answer."

"Leave it to us?" Harlin showed no surprise, only a slight nod.

He stood up, quickly organized the report in his hand, then turned to face everyone, his voice clear and strong: "After examination and analysis by Prosecutor Harlin, it has been confirmed that trainee prosecutor Cheng Ye has no risk of infection. I am willing to take full responsibility in my personal capacity and endorse the results of this analysis."

"Okay!" Liu Kun nodded immediately and gently pointed forward.

The fiery red cage that bound and isolated them vanished instantly, like a blown-out spark, leaving not a trace on the ground.

The tense atmosphere in the room immediately eased considerably, as if everyone was completely relieved after Harlin's conclusion, and all previous vigilance and investigation vanished.

"Cheng Ye, these are special times, so we need to be treated specially. I hope you can maintain your current form."

Harlin handed the documents to the staff behind him, his tone clearly showing approval, "As the deputy station chief, I am very satisfied with your performance today."

After saying that, he returned to the group, handing the situation back to Ding Yishan and Liu Kun.

The two exchanged a glance, and finally Ding Yishan silently stepped forward, gesturing for a staff member to bring over a stool.

The two sat facing each other across a makeshift table.

Ding Yishan was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "Do you have your own choices regarding the upcoming arrangements?"

"Can I choose for myself?"

"of course."

"I need the information inside, as detailed information as possible related to it."

"Okay." Ding Yishan nodded without thinking, but was interrupted by Liu Kun behind him.

"No." Liu Kun strode up, placed his hand on Ding Yishan's shoulder, and said firmly, "The success rate is too low. Sending another person in to die is pointless."

"But didn't you say before that protecting those with potential and avoiding all risks is a waste of the previous generation's efforts?" Ding Yishan turned his head, and their eyes met in mid-air, neither giving an inch.

Liu Kun paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "The efforts of the previous generation were not meant to put prosecutors in such a dangerous environment where they are almost certain to die."

"Wrong!" Ding Yishan's voice suddenly rose. "At least now we can provide him with the best equipment, so he doesn't have to fight the pollution source with his bare hands. At least we can gather intelligence in advance, so he doesn't have to rush around blindly like before. This is the meaning of the previous generation's efforts!"

Ah.

Liu Kun almost laughed out of anger.

Their eyes met, and they suddenly felt a sense of irony.

Those who previously clamored for the prosecutor to sacrifice himself are now the ones preventing the risk.

The person who had previously taken all precautions and protected the prosecutor as much as possible has now become the one sending the prosecutor to his death.

“Answer me, if the previous prosecutors were standing here, would they have gone in to their deaths?” Liu Kun asked, suppressing his emotions.

"Then let me ask you this: back then, so many people were vying for the stationmaster position, why was I chosen?"

Ding Yishan stood his ground, his voice laced with fierce determination, "It was I who led the team to contain the level-destroying 'Lion Dragon,' it was me, not He Fei! So I have the right to stand here and speak to you!"

The two exchanged a harsh rebuttal, and Liu Kun's face turned pale and then red, but he could no longer utter a rebuttal.

The backbone of the checkpoint needs to be cautious and skilled in both civil and military affairs.

However, the top decision-makers at the checkpoints need to be reckless, impulsive, capable, and even more so, possess a courage and luck that ordinary people lack, as well as seemingly "irrational" qualities.

Does Cheng Ye have the potential to become a top decision-maker?
Liu Kun was stunned.

"Grade 5" is his assessment of the future of the current trainee prosecutor, which is already a very high level of recognition.

Because the fifth-generation trainees are eligible to become duty station chiefs at any time, it's only a matter of time before they become station chiefs or deputy station chiefs.

But in Ding Yishan's eyes, does he possess the potential to surpass the fifth generation?
Could he even be better than Jackie Chan back then?

He didn't understand, he pondered, when he saw Ding Yishan suddenly stand up, his face instantly becoming solemn:
"Inspector Cheng Ye, the Happiness City checkpoint is now issuing you the latest mission instructions."

"You need to enter as a trainee inspector to contain the devastating pollution source affecting Big Wave Town."

"In addition to necessary intelligence support, the checkpoint will provide you with comprehensive protective equipment, including: a set of underwater reconnaissance equipment with a protection level of + destruction, a set of containment equipment with a containment capacity of -annihilation, a set of benign infectious source attachment removal kit with a strength of A-, and a full-function fast search and rescue boat."

The equipment list came out of Ding Yishan's mouth like a machine gun, and it was all things that Cheng Ye had never heard of before.

Was the equipment's protective capability originally set according to the disaster level?

What else is called an A-grade benign infection source kit?

While Cheng Ye was still in a daze, Ding Yishan suddenly changed the subject, "I am informing you that there are no special rewards for this containment mission. It is only a routine 'destruction' level mission for the checkpoint. However, due to its current serious nature, the containment reward has been increased by one level according to regulations and will be settled according to the 'annihilation' level."

You have ten minutes to think about whether to accept the task.

After saying that, Ding Yishan let out a long sigh of relief and turned to leave.

Because Liu Kun, who was standing next to him, had a face as black as charcoal, it seemed that if they didn't leave soon, the two of them would probably start fighting on the spot.

After Ding Yishan walked through the crowd, Liu Kun paused for a moment, watching his retreating figure, but said nothing more.

His body seemed to defy gravity, suddenly stomping on the ground and flying high into the sky in front of everyone.

Holy crap, so Kun can fly?

Cheng Ye couldn't help but open the panel and scan the cooperation level in the direction Liu Kunfei had gone.

Well.

31.7%.

Perhaps it was because of the good impression left from before, the basic cooperation rate actually reached more than 30%, which is not bad.

But the next second, two other data points displayed by the collector stunned him.

1.2%, 0%?

A huge zero on the panel looks rather out of place.

Wait, are there people up there?

Cheng Ye squinted, but couldn't see anything, just like before he passed through the barrier, he couldn't see the camp squad stationed outside Dabo Town at all.

Could it be that this barrier isn't the devastating source of pollution affecting Dabo Town, but rather...
"Old Zeng, Old Qian!"

Liu Kun stopped in mid-air, bowed slightly, and spoke with utmost respect.

The two elders remained with their eyes closed, the faint light surrounding them motionless.

It wasn't until more than twenty seconds later that Old Zeng on the left slowly opened his eyes, glanced down, and said calmly, "Finished talking?"

"Uh," Liu Kun paused for a moment, then quickly replied, "We've basically figured out the situation inside. The immortal artifact hasn't fully erupted yet; it's just activated the cognitive reversal domain, so it hasn't triggered a large-scale pollution wave yet."

"It's not that there was no outburst, it's just a fragment of a complete immortal artifact." Old Zeng shook his head and raised his hand to make a gesture in front of him.

The surrounding water vapor instantly gathered and condensed into a regular crystal sphere.

A few seconds later, the clouds inside the sphere suddenly exploded, churning and converging rapidly, eventually forming a creature commonly seen on the beach, gently rotating within the clouds:
conch.

"This is the fragment shape I calculated. I'll tell the rest of you later." Old Zeng paused, seemingly waiting for Liu Kun to reveal his name.

Unexpectedly, Old Qian, who had been keeping his eyes closed on the right, suddenly opened them and said, "Cheng Ye."

"Tell Cheng Ye that the fragment is in a karst cave at the bottom of the Baishui River, but the exact location is unknown. There are multiple infection sources in the vicinity that are close to the disaster level, and another that is close to the destruction level. We must first gradually contain these infection sources and quell the pollution wave before we can try to contain the fragment of the immortal artifact."

what?
Not only are there fragments of immortal artifacts, but also multiple sources of calamity-level infection? And even another annihilation-level source?
Liu Kun was deeply shocked and could no longer hold back, gritting his teeth as he spoke, "Elder Zeng, Cheng Ye is just a trainee prosecutor, I'm afraid..."

Before the words had even finished, an unimaginable feeling of suffocation suddenly overwhelmed me.

It felt like being choked by an invisible hand, or like being suddenly thrown into a vacuum, where even breathing became a luxury.

Boo!
The Flame King within him emerged from the spirit space almost instantly, but the moment it materialized, it froze in place as if frozen in place, unable to even flap its wings.

"Old Zeng, you're bullying the younger generation a bit."

Old Qian coughed lightly, and the surrounding air instantly cooled down, causing the shackles binding Liu Kun to suddenly break free.

But the wisp of icy aura caused the flames on the Flame King's feathers to go out with a "poof," and the majestic Flame Eagle instantly turned into a bald red eagle.

Immediately afterwards, Elder Qian raised his hand and flicked it, and Yan Wang was pulled back into the spirit space as if by an invisible force.

What power is this?
What is this existence?
What exactly does the elder hold, and why is he unable to put up even the slightest resistance?
Why can they ignore all the rules and look at me like I'm an inanimate object?
The power gap between extraordinary individuals seems to be greater than the gap between a human and a dog.

Everything happened too fast. By the time Liu Kun reacted, he was trembling like a leaf, his face turning purple, yellow, and then red in a strange and frightening way.

A series of subtle "crackling" sounds followed, like something rapidly shattering.

Old Zeng glanced at it and couldn't help but purse his lips. "Such a fragile belief. I really don't know how he got into the second state? Was it just luck?"

"Old Zeng, you need to be more tolerant of the younger generation. Your methods are too harsh."

Old Qian chuckled and pointed at it.

A chilling aura instantly enveloped Liu Kun, freezing him into a giant humanoid ice block in the blink of an eye, completely sealing his aura inside.

"The cost of this recovery should be attributed to your Extraordinary Style." Old Qian clicked his tongue. "Tsk, with Xiao Liu in this condition, he'll need at least 45 days of closed-door recuperation. I was originally thinking of having him take care of Cheng Ye more."

"Cheng Ye?" Old Zeng repeated the name again, then suddenly laughed. "How come I didn't know you would pay attention to such a young fellow?"

"It's not the little guy, it's him."

Old Qian looked down and found Cheng Ye staring straight at him from the ground, his eyes full of undisguised curiosity and surprise, as if he had seen them.

"The aura emanating from this little guy is very similar to Liu Kun's, but not quite the same, and it's too faint. Strange, could it be some kind of protective measure left to him by Liu Kun?"

As he spoke, Old Qian frowned slightly, glanced at Liu Kun, who looked like an ice sculpture, and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

at the same time.

"Ok?"

The coordination rating on the panel had jumped up again.

It actually reached 2.3%!

Cheng Ye was startled, but not by the increase in cooperation level, but by the sudden and dramatic change in Liu Kun's cooperation level.
Almost instantly, it jumped from just over 30% to 100%!

This, how is this possible?

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