Samsara Space: They're all begging me to heal them one more time.

Good evening, everyone.

Zhang Yuan's voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, resonated elegantly throughout the hall.

He looked down at the devastation below, like a boss inspecting a construction site:

"I heard that someone here is building illegal structures and has even detained my 'potential client' without my permission?"

His gaze swept over V, finally settling on the bald captain, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath the mask.

"Huang Fang's friends, it seems they were... trying to take advantage of the situation?"

"What, you've been robbed by bandits now?"

The bald captain's face was extremely grim.

Ahead lies an insurmountable monster of flesh and blood, behind lies the unfathomable Red Team captain.

This is desperate.

"roar--!!!"

The mountain of flesh sensed the "divine aura" emanating from Zhang Yuan that it loathed, and let out an angry roar.

Countless tentacles, like spears, pierced towards the three people in the air.

"It's so noisy."

Zhang Yuan didn't even lift a finger.

He simply snapped his fingers.

"Qiang, Qingyue. Show our new friend what it means to be called—"

"Professional exorcism."

"Okay!"

Ah Qiang grinned maliciously and instantly opened fire with the [M-134·Intelligent Storm] in his hand.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

That wasn't the sound of ordinary gunpowder, but the piercing shriek of electromagnetic rails accelerating. Countless depleted uranium armor-piercing projectiles, trailing eerie blue flames, precisely locked onto every growth node on the mountain of flesh, guided by the smart chip.

Puff puff puff!

Flesh and blood exploded. Each bullet ripped a huge, bloody hole in the mountain of flesh, giving it no chance to heal.

At the same time, Lin Qingyue descended from the sky.

[Demon Blade Unleashed: Asura]!

Her eyes instantly turned blood red, and the demon sword in her hand seemed to come alive, transforming into a red tornado that charged directly into the monster horde.

Pure slaughter!

[Lust] is a source of pride for mental pollution, but when faced with Lin Qingyue, who is immune to mental attacks in her Asura state, it is like a mud ox entering the sea, not even causing a ripple.

Those regenerating monsters that left Huang Fang helpless were as fragile as butter in front of Chi Yu.

"As for that big guy..."

Zhang Yuan looked at the [Lust] chip at the core of that mountain of flesh.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a tiny, highly compressed golden sphere of light, no bigger than a palm, condensed in his palm.

That's not a skill.

That was a one-time alchemy item called the "Holy Hand Grenade," which he had Li Mo refine using ten tons of holy water.

"Since it's 'lust'..."

Zhang Yuan tossed it gently.

The ball of light traced a graceful parabola and landed precisely in the enormous mouth of the mountain of flesh.

"...Then you should learn what 'saint mode' is!"

boom----!!!

It wasn't an explosion.

Instead, it was a white purifying storm.

There were no flames, only endless holy light bursting forth from within the Mountain of Flesh.

Those hideous tentacles and those pained faces stopped writhing instantly under the holy light, and then weathered and disintegrated like sand sculptures.

A few seconds later.

The once invincible mountain of flesh has completely disappeared.

Only a pink crystal remained, silently suspended in mid-air.

The audience was silent.

Huang Fang's team was dumbfounded.

V was stunned.

Johnny Silverhand took off his sunglasses and cursed incredulously, "Damn, are these guys cheating?"

Zhang Yuan landed slowly, his golden combat boots stepping onto the much cleaner ground.

He picked up the [Lust] chip, tossed it in his hand, and then turned to look at the bald captain who had entered a petrified state.

"Alright, the monsters have been cleared."

Zhang Yuan walked up to the bald captain. Even though he was wearing a mask, everyone could feel that he was smiling.

"Now, let's talk about...the issue of service fees?"

……

Genting Clubhouse, atop ruins.

The air was filled with the smell of ozone purified by holy light, mixed with the lingering stench of blood.

The remaining members of Huang Fang's Reincarnator team were huddled back to back, watching the platinum figure descend from the sky with wariness.

Especially their captain—that bald, burly man—his hand holding the chainsaw sword was trembling slightly.

He knew very well that if that "holy grenade" had been thrown into the monster's mouth instead of among them, they would be ashes by now.

"What? Not saying anything?"

Zhang Yuan toyed with the [Lust] chip in his hand, which emitted a pink glow, and his voice, coming through the mask, carried a hint of mockery:

"Weren't you just trying to take this? Now it's in my hands. Here, take it."

Zhang Yuan made a gesture as if to hand it over.

The bald captain took a step back in fright, cold sweat trickling down his shiny scalp: "No... I wouldn't dare. Red Team Captain, we've been defeated this time. We'll leave now..."

"Walk?"

Zhang Yuan chuckled softly.

Swish!

A red afterimage flashed by.

Lin Qingyue's Demon Blade, Crimson Rain, was instantly drawn, its tip resting steadily in front of the bald captain's Adam's apple.

At the same time, the six-barreled machine gun in A-Qiang's hand also emitted a preheating hum, with blue arcs of electricity dancing at the muzzle.

"You wrecked my territory, stole my monsters, and you think you can just leave with a simple 'I'm leaving'?"

Zhang Yuan slowly walked up to the bald captain, extended his fingers covered in pure gold gauntlets, gently brushed aside Lin Qingyue's blade, and then helped the bald captain straighten his blood-stained leather jacket.

"Don't be nervous, I'm a businessman, I don't like fighting."

"Since you enjoy being mercenaries for 'Next Life' so much, why don't you... find a new boss?"

A piece of parchment gleaming with a faint golden light appeared out of thin air in Zhang Yuan's hand.

[Heavenly Kingdom Armed Forces - Labor Dispatch Subcontract]

"Sign it." Zhang Yuan's voice was filled with a devilish temptation.

"You remain an independent Yellow Team squad and are still free to pursue your side quests. However, until the end of this instance, you must unconditionally respond to the Red Team's three 'non-suicidal' summons."

"In return..."

Zhang Yuan took out a box of [Holy Spirit Type I Inhibitor] (12 vials) from his storage space and casually kicked it to their feet:

"This is a prepayment. And you'll get a 20% discount when you buy this stuff in the future."

"In addition, if necessary, I can also provide you with limited 'exorcism services'."

The bald captain looked at the contract, then at the medicine at his feet.

This is an incorporation.

Moreover, it's the kind of unscrupulous outsourcing contract that doesn't provide social insurance and housing fund benefits, and only offers verbal promises.

But faced with two swords hanging over his head, did he have a choice?

"...I'll sign."

The bald captain gritted his teeth and pressed his fingerprint onto the glowing contract.

[Notification: You have entered into a subservient agreement with the Yellow Team (codename: Wild Wolf Pack).]

"A wise choice." Zhang Yuan put the contract away with satisfaction.

"Now, get out of here. Don't let the blue team know we're cooperating. Be your troublemakers."

Huang Fang's team felt like they had been granted a pardon. They grabbed their medicine kits and fled the scene in a sorry state.