Lu Xin looked kindly at the monster huddled in the corner. Small, pitiful, and obedient, it returned his gaze with a warm smile.
It said its name was Mizang, a code name given to it by the Black Table.
It belonged to a team codenamed Hell. Its purpose in coming here had been to eliminate the witnesses from the White Tower Town experimental base and recover the leaked data. However, after Lu Xin's friendly persuasion, it had abandoned that plan, released everyone in the convoy, and awaited a fair trial.
Gao Ting, who had been driving, and everyone else in the convoy were fine. They would not even suffer any aftereffects. However, after being affected for so long, they all felt as though they had just awakened from a long dream. They looked at one another, feeling that none of it was quite real.
In the end, they all looked toward the monster squatting in the corner. Still shaken, they spoke to it in friendly tones.
"What exactly is this thing?"
"It's terrifying. Should we beat it to death?"
"A monster like this might not be beatable. We should boil a pot of water and stew it."
"..."
Under those terrifying gazes, the little monster silently hugged itself tighter and buried its head among its tentacles.
"As long as everyone's all right, check whether your bodies are intact..."
Lu Xin reassured the veteran drivers in the convoy before turning toward a man in a clean, neat suit with a handsome side part. His attire was clearly out of place among the drivers, and he was also just waking up.
"So, you're..."
In response to Lu Xin's question, the young man shook his head and held out his hand. "Hello."
With so many people around, he did not call Lu Xin