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"Xuanwu." Nandou began to report: "His combat style exceeds the conventional model, his mental resilience is assessed as S+, in summary, he meets expectations, and has high growth potential. Although he is not a 100% suitable candidate, he is, like you, the person who should be sitting in this position right now."

"Zhuque: His emotions fluctuate wildly and he is easily influenced by his environment, but his bloodline potential is stable. In summary, he is qualified, but further observation and guidance are needed."

The white tiger shook its head upon hearing this.

He picked up the teacup, but didn't drink it; he simply let the cup slowly rotate in his hand.

"I knew it... Two lively kids, and all you've got in your mouth is a string of code, Nan Dou. Do you dream about turning into a bunch of binary numbers tonight?"

As he spoke, he stood up, strolled to the front of the light screen, and pointed at Yin Chen and Hong Yuan in the corner.

"And what about the younger ones? The wind and the axe, one blowing, the other chopping, they actually have a knack for coordinating."

"An unstable combination." Nan Dou's reply was almost without delay: "The individuals have obvious shortcomings, but the combined effect is beyond expectations. It is recommended to maintain the current model. As the second candidate for Xuanwu, it is qualified, but compared with the current Xuanwu, there are still shortcomings."

Baihu withdrew his hand and strolled back to the sofa to sit down.

This time he didn't get trapped again; instead, he leaned forward, supporting his knees with his elbows.

The lazy look on his face was gone.

His eyes were slightly closed, his gaze fixed on Nan Dou's motionless back.

"A tenth-tier demon core, with two demon kings as bonuses..." He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice deepening, "Nan Dou, you've gone through all this trouble, testing this and evaluating that... Your real target from the very beginning has been Liu Feiyu, hasn't it?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth. He had only just realized it himself. No wonder Nan Dou, that heartless guy, was willing to work overtime.

"Using the entire northern outpost as your testing ground, just to lure him in? I don't know what you see in him."

In Nan Dou's estimation, Wei Zhe, Thousand-Faced Moth, and even the two demon kings were all just insignificant props.

"To be precise, it's for your two subordinates," Nandou finally turned halfway around and corrected, "It's just a side job to recover a high-value target."

He traced his finger through the air, and on the light screen, the tenth-tier demon core that Liu Feiyu had put away was magnified.

"It was never intended for the demon race from the very beginning."

……

"it's over?"

Long Ao plopped down on the pile of rubble.

My throat felt like it was on fire, and every breath tasted sweet and metallic.

Chen Guan stood quietly, glancing at his popularity score. Although it had increased, the increase was not significant; the audience seemed to have already gotten used to his high combat power.

At this rate, when will he be able to complete the bill that the system gave him?

He put away his sickle.

Under the moonlight, that face was so white it looked unrecognizable, even the lips had lost their color, and the whole person had turned a depressed grayish-white.

He caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye, nimbly leaping down from the stone beam.

Liu Feiyu flicked his fingertip.

The coin traced a bright silver arc and disappeared into the air.

He met Chen Guan's gaze, a smile spreading across his eyes.

He raised an index finger and gently pressed it to his lips, signaling for silence.

"The cooperation... was quite pleasant?" Liu Feiyu's voice was filled with laughter, and even the corners of his eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction.

Chen Guan looked away expressionlessly, his jawline taut.

Delighted? He now wanted to know just how many more treasures he had stuffed in his pockets.

One or two of them are secretly cheating.

He needs to save up money to make a big splash now; his strength has entered a period of slow growth, and his progress may not be as fast as others.

Just then, several blinding beams of light descended from the sky, illuminating the ruins as bright as day.

Then came several muffled thuds.

Several figures dressed in standard tactical trench coats descended from the sky.

When they landed, the gravel beneath their feet bounced up, kicking up choking dust.

"Oh, you're closing up shop?"

The man in the lead was tall, with his hands in his trench coat pockets, and impatiently waved away the dust in front of him.

Those lazy, squinting eyes swept over the chaotic scene.

"Looks like we've come at the right time, just in time to collect ashes."

"Instructor Jing?!"

Long Ao stood up abruptly from the pile of rubble.

The movement aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain and his face contort in pain.

Seeing this, Su Yuehe cast another healing spell, but for some reason, Long Ao required several times more mana to heal than others, and even the notoriously mana-starved mage was helpless.

The newcomer was none other than the White Tiger who had just been drinking tea and watching the show.

The instructors behind him dispersed without saying a word.

They each took out their instruments and began to detect the remaining demonic energy, their movements as practiced as if they were cleaning their own backyard.

"Instructor Jing."

An Changqing pressed one hand against the bloodstains spreading on his chest, and with a clang, the long sword in his hand returned to its sheath.

He stepped forward: "Is the Great Wall's support... always this fast?"

Having narrowly escaped death, seeing this group of reinforcements arriving just in time to finish things off was a terrible experience for everyone.

"slow?"

Instructor Jing raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression.

Instead of answering directly, he strolled over to the corpse of a tiger demon and lightly kicked the enormous tiger head with the toe of his tactical boot.

"Tsk, what a big guy."

He then turned around and spread his hands out to An Changqing, his expression as if it were a matter of course.

"We received a distress signal and rushed over, even throwing away our chopsticks for a late-night snack. There are still powerful demons outside that we need to deal with. You have to understand, this is the Northern Border. Accidents, death, and demons are the main themes here."

[What the hell? He didn't have a midnight snack. Does he look like he's in a hurry at all, looking so relaxed?]

[My poor little angel Changqing, still earnestly arguing with the old fox.]

[That despicable working-class slacker is just slacking off like this.]

An Changqing pursed his lips and remained silent.

He wasn't stupid; he could tell it was just an excuse.

With such a commotion, how could no one have noticed?

These monsters weren't particularly strong; at least in his opinion, someone of Instructor Jing's level could easily suppress them.

Some things are better to be seen than spoken.

He lowered his eyes, which was an admission of this statement. There was nothing he could do about it, since his father was from the Superpower Association and had no say in the Great Wall's affairs.

"Alright, alright, stop making that face like your parents just died."

Instructor Jing strode over and patted An Changqing's shoulder twice with his fan-like hand.

The force was so great that it almost knocked the thin student council president into the ground.

"Aren't they still breathing? Being able to survive is a skill in itself."

After saying that, he didn't even bother to look at An Changqing again.

He walked straight past the other person and headed towards the black-clad boy who had been standing on the edge of the battlefield the entire time.

The tattered hem of Chen Guan's clothes fluttered in the night wind, and his exposed skin was covered with cuts that had already congealed blood. The deep red marks were enough to make one's skin clench.

Instructor Jing stopped in front of him, and their eyes met.

"Well, the clothes can be reimbursed later."

Chen Guan didn't even blink: "When will you reimburse me for the emotional distress?"

"Tsk, little money-grubber."

Instructor Jing chuckled softly, then raised his voice, adopting a cold, businesslike tone that everyone present could hear clearly.

"Trainee Chen Guan! You acted without authorization! Considering your circumstances, we'll allow you to make amends, but rules are rules! Go back and submit a 5,000-word self-criticism to my office by 8 AM tomorrow!"

Chen Guan: "..."

Kindness is often taken advantage of.

That wretched white tiger.