The elevator rose slowly, gradually leaving the Sweeping Zone behind. When it reached the gate in the protective wall, the doors opened, and four or five beautiful women poured out, laughing and congratulating them on completing the mission. They crowded around Xu Huo and 179, each taking one of their arms and trying to pull them apart.
179 was the soldier who had used his gun to help Xin Hui stand out. No matter how Xu Huo questioned him, he refused to say a word, so Xu Huo could only search his belongings. In the end, all he found was an identification number.
This man was key to triggering Xu Huo's extra mission, so he couldn't die, of course. Xu Huo would take him into Clown City first and figure out the rest later.
Xu Huo gripped 179's shoulder. Seeing this, one of the women beside them said, "This gentleman is injured. We'll take him for treatment."
"A real man sheds blood, not tears. What's the point of treating an injury like this?" Xu Huo didn't let go. The man under his hand let out a pained groan and gritted his teeth. "I can go back and treat myself. Just give me the medical expenses in cash."
Faced with the women's pretty faces, Xu Huo remained cold and hard, making the atmosphere somewhat awkward. But a potbellied middle-aged man soon came over, smiling broadly. "Congratulations! You're the third soldier this year to cross the Sweeping Zone. May I ask your name, sir?"
"Lao Wu."
"Mr. Wu, you're truly outstanding. To have such courage and insight at such a young age—your prospects are limitless. Come, come, let's talk as we go."
At the middle-aged man's signal, several women half coaxed, half pulled Xu Huo and his companion through the protective wall