Sentry: The guide who's getting extra help is very busy today.

"She doesn't want to." Zhou Miao looked dejected.

"Do you know how many times she asked Dulinnari to give you this gift? Introduce her to how you got revenge on Ratfa."

He's really worried sick; he's the one who has to mediate things in this family.

Having lived here for so long, I know absolutely nothing about Shuzao.

"No." Zhou Miao refused without even thinking; she couldn't reveal her vicious side.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending? She prepared the tools inside; she knew you'd need them."

Zhou Miao was still reluctant: "But..."

"On the 88th floor, who does Shuzao favor the most?"

When asked, the answer was always Xingyao.

"Then trust me. You can't get in anyway, so I have no reason to harm you. You pose no threat to me."

Given Zhou Miao's stubborn and unpredictable nature, she could not possibly pose a threat to his position.

After seeing Zhou Miao off, Xing Yao closed the door.

He didn't tell Zhou Miao that Shu Zao still cared about being ugly. He had observed this little by little, and there was no need to share everything.

Hmm, you're thinking too much. She has to stay with him tonight.

How can I get her to come to me willingly?

Have it.

Mingye waited for two days and found that Shu was just slacking off and wouldn't even leave the building.

She wouldn't come to the meeting room when we called her, saying she was busy, just making excuses.

She wasn't the first special director to give him the cold shoulder; as the speaker, no one else could be so frustrated.

He was good at scheming, but his opponent didn't even try, so what was the point of his scheming?

The status of special guides should be lowered.

Evelyn Kerba White Tower.

"She hasn't seen Mingye?" The guide knelt against her chest, carefully applying nail polish. When she got to her third toe, her back started to ache, so she sat up straight and relaxed.

"Not only that, she even went to the conference room to watch Mingye change his expression." The sentry came up behind her and massaged her back.

"Serves you right. I hate cooperating with Mingye the most; it's full of traps."

Every collaboration involved at least one trap. She trusted Mingye five times, and each time she fell into one.

If he weren't the speaker, I would have killed him long ago.

"He's really messed up. I've investigated. Shu Zao had worked with him once before, and there were two major pitfalls in there, it was really dangerous."

"Is it that serious?"

"I heard she went into the heavily polluted area and retrieved the hair she had 'left' there."

She's really something, managing to drug Mingye with that kind of drug and actually succeed.

The guide capped the bottle and admired his toes: "I'm interested in her."

"Should I go and 'invite' it?"

"Forget it, Mingye wouldn't dare to use force. Why don't you go and ask her to send her head back? You'll have a chance to meet her then."

You know your own sentinels well; if you can act, don't use your brain.

"I'll listen to you, baby."

. . . . .

"What are you doing?" Xingyao was wearing a thin black silk nightgown with a high neckline that didn't reveal her collarbone.

Yet it is incredibly tempting.

Wearing this material is like being half-concealed while playing the pipa (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).

Not showing skin is more lethal than showing it.

"Whether what Zhu said is true or false, I'll write it down to prevent forgetting it. Someday I'll figure it out."

Shu Zao turned her head, her smile becoming more shy, and covered her lips with her hand, pretending to cough: "Cough cough cough, eating so much meat and fish every day, it's easy to get a sore throat."

She has little sexual desire.

It's not heavy at all.

"Shall I go put on my coat?"

"Why wear a coat? It's not cold." When it's offered to you, there's no reason not to eat it.

"I'm worried that Shu will get a sore throat in the morning."

"No, I'll drink some milk tea to cool down."

Her response was Xingyao's warm smile; she was so close that she could clearly see the rise and fall of his chest.

Zhou Miao never took that step, but Shu Zao opened Pandora's box herself.

"You... are Latfa?"

All ten fingernails were gone, and razor blades were inserted where the fingernails used to be, along with chili oil and salt.

The wounds on his body were shocking to behold.

"Save me, please, save me."

Shu Zao sat down, resting her chin on her hand: "Do you know who I am? I am Shu Zao."

"My brother will not let you get away with this." Ratfa still doesn't know that Dulinnari sold her out herself.

"Miss Ratfa, your brother still cherishes you. I asked him several times before he finally gave you to me."

"I have no grudge against you, why! Why!! Why!!!"

His desperate cries garnered no sympathy whatsoever.

"Given the circumstances, you would definitely kill me. The reason you haven't done so is out of fear, not because you don't want to."

"Bang." Zhou Miao suddenly flung open the door and came in. When he saw Shu Zao, his heart pounded violently.

"You're back. You did a good job. An eye for an eye. If you do something, you have to accept the consequences. There's no such thing as fairness."

It's not enough for the sentries or guides to think that the grudges have been settled; it's only when the parties involved feel that it's acceptable.

Every cause has its effect.

Do you dislike me?

"Zhou Miao, you've asked me a similar question before. This is the last time I'll answer you: if I open the door and find Ratfa unharmed, you both die. Understand?"

"Ring ring ring." Mingye called to 'bother' Shuzao.

She didn't hide it from Ratfa and Zhou Miao.

"Hello, Speaker Meino."

On the other end of the phone, Mingye's voice was trembling with excitement: "The circle disappeared, right?"

"Didn't you send sentries to investigate? Why are you asking me?"

"Shuzao, how did it disappear?"

"Kill what's inside."

Mingye's excitement subsided, but Shuzao's attitude was like a bucket of cold water poured on him: "I'm asking how you killed him?"

"You think I'd tell you? Mingye, anyone who talks to you about cooperation is doomed. Bye."

Given his temperament, I guarantee he'll make her the first one to step in if there's any danger in the future.

"Wait a minute! I have no selfish motives. I'm protecting the central city and the White Tower in my own way."

Shu Zao snorted and retorted, "Then what did I do wrong? Why should I stand up and sacrifice myself when there's no other way out?"

Besides, is your plan even useful? Or is it just stubbornness and self-will?

She knew some information but kept it to herself. He didn't value her life and then stood on his moral high ground to lecture her. What a low-level brainwashing tactic.

"Your abilities shouldn't be wasted on a director like yourself."

She was afraid of dying and shrank to the back. If it weren't for him protecting her, where would she find such a leisurely life?

A windfall?

laugh!

"In my opinion, it's a waste for you to be the speaker. You're in a high position, yet you make the sentries and guides below risk their lives. If they don't, they're subjected to moral blackmail and all sorts of ridicule."

You're standing firmly in the rear, completely at ease. It's only because it's not people like you who are dying that you've been making such a fuss until now.

Do you even understand? You grab someone useful and practically leech off them, yet you have the nerve to complain about me.

No matter what, I will try my best to get them out of danger. Would you?

Can you do it? You can't. You just pretend and say sacrifice is inevitable!

The two sides engaged in a heated exchange, with Mingye speaking recklessly and Shuzao making inappropriate remarks.

No one will let anyone.

Then they touched on each other's sore spots and started hurling insults at each other.