September 10, afternoon.
The Martial Arts Alliance Affiliated General Hospital, VIP ward.
Min Zimo sat quietly beside the hospital bed, gazing at the "sleeping" Gu Jinzhi.
Ten days had passed. His complexion had improved considerably, showing a hint of healthy color, but he still had to rely on those cold machines to keep him alive.
He was so quiet that he seemed utterly devoid of life.
After a long while, Min Zimo exhaled a breath of stale air, withdrew his gaze, and turned to the other side.
There, Su Mo was sprawled by the window, boredly poking his fingers together.
Sensing Min Zimo's gaze, he raised his head, his face full of a What do you want? expression.
"Hand it over." Min Zimo extended his hand.
Su Mo blinked blankly. "Huh?"
"Your Reception Cloud Token." Min Zimo's voice was flat, devoid of emotion.
The moment Su Mo heard that, his face turned green. After grumbling and whining for a while, he refused, "I only get one every ten years. You think you can just ask for it and take it?"
"No!"
After saying that, he glanced at Gu Jinzhi on the bed. As if he had suddenly figured something out, his expression shifted from blankness to astonishment.
"You want to recruit him?"
"Mm." Min Zimo nodded calmly.
Su Mo immediately grew irritated. "Then why don't you give him your own cloud token?"
Min Zimo's tone remained completely unruffled. "The organization's rules: one person issues the token, and another conducts the assessment. My parent token can't contact my own child token... Su Mo, did you forget?"
Su Mo instinctively wanted to argue. "Then have someone else—"
He stopped halfway, his eyes suddenly widening as though he were meeting Min Zimo for the first time.
"You're not... planning to cheat, are you?"