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Eastern Continent, midnight, North District of an industrial city in the west.

Compared to the scattered lights in the other districts, this district was already shrouded in darkness.

A Big Turtle was slowly crawling through the underground pipes, accompanied by a Mechanical Mouse.

That was right. The turtle was Old Zhao, while the Mechanical Mouse was Fan Ling, the expert surnamed Fan who had just joined Tianxing Club.

President Zhao had originally wanted to hold a grand welcoming ceremony, but Fan Ling had asked to help him complete the task assigned by the Patrol Division first. Otherwise, there would be no joy in holding the ceremony.

Old Zhao understood that the other party wanted to see what he was capable of.

If he could not solve the other party's task, there would be no point discussing joining.

To show how much importance he attached to it, he had personally come along.

But the other party really knew how to slack off. It was one thing not to come in person, but he had not even sent a single puppet. Instead, he had sent out a Special Grade Military Reconnaissance Rat that cost no more than three million.

He knew the man had puppets—an eagle, for one—but the man claimed that the eagle could not easily enter the underground pipes, so he had bought a remote-controlled rat to follow along instead.

It made him feel that he could not just recruit anyone in the future. He needed to recruit honest, hardworking people like Old Wu, not slippery old freeloaders like this.

So he really was just horse bones.

He comforted himself inwardly. Take it slowly. After all, the man was an Otherworldly Expert, and now that it was easier than before to improve one's strength, he should still be able to