Ark Simulator, Don't I Have No Physical Body?

"You... you turn around first!" Lemuen said softly, her face flushed.

Su Rui looked at her shy appearance, a hint of a smile flashing in his dark eyes, but in the end he still turned around as asked, his back to her. However, his tall back and slightly tense shoulders betrayed that his heart was not without turmoil.

He heard rustling sounds of someone changing clothes behind him. Su Rui forced himself to stare at the wall, but his ears were uncontrollably picking up every subtle sound, and blurry images were uncontrollably floating in his mind... His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

After a long while, Lemuen's voice, barely audible, finally rang out. "... Okay... okay."

Su Rui slowly turned around.

His breath hitched almost imperceptibly when his gaze fell on Lemuen.

The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the gaps in the curtains, softly bathing Lemuen in their light. Her light blue one-piece swimsuit, though conservative, perfectly accentuated her slender, graceful figure. Her legs, long and straight beneath the skirt, gleamed with a luminous white light. Her head was slightly bowed, her hands clasped somewhat awkwardly in front of her, her cheeks flushed, and her lake-blue eyes shimmered with a mixture of shyness and unease. She resembled a water lily quietly blooming under the moonlight, pure and...alluring.

Su Rui's dark eyes instantly darkened, a deep-seated emotion surging within them. He stood still, not moving, simply watching her quietly, his gaze sweeping over her skin inch by inch, as if it were tangible.

Lemuen felt incredibly uncomfortable under his gaze, her skin practically burning up. Mustering her courage, she looked up and gave him a reproachful glare. "What... what are you looking at! It's your turn!"

Su Rui then came to his senses. He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. He turned around and began to stiffly take off his T-shirt and shorts.

When he put on that dark blue swimsuit with its meager amount of fabric, a strong sense of shame and discomfort washed over him again! The cold fabric clung to his skin, the crisscrossing straps left clear marks, and the extremely short legs made his lower body feel chilly! He desperately wanted to rip it off immediately!

He turned around stiffly, not even daring to look down at himself, his ears burning red, his gaze darting towards the window, and he forced out a sentence through clenched teeth. "... Okay, okay."

When Lemuen's gaze fell on Su Rui, she instantly held her breath!

The dark blue swimsuit, like a second skin, tightly hugged his lean yet powerful body. The smooth lines of his muscles were clearly outlined: chest, abs, V-line... every inch was perfectly proportioned, exuding an explosive beauty. The crisscrossing straps carried a restrained yet sensual aura, highlighting his beautiful collarbones and shoulders. The extremely short swim trunks fully revealed his straight, long, and muscular legs... In the afterglow of the setting sun, he resembled a work of art sculpted from ice and moonlight—cold, exquisite, yet radiating an unparalleled, almost eerie allure.

Lemuen felt her heart pounding so hard it was about to burst out of her chest! She had always known that Su Rui was good-looking and had a great figure, but she had never felt this impact so directly and unreservedly before! Her cheeks were burning, and she could hardly take her eyes off him.

Volume 17, Chapter 1052: Going out for a barbecue

Su Rui felt even more uncomfortable under her direct, amazed, and... infatuated gaze; every muscle in his body tensed. He growled angrily, "... Have you looked enough?!"

Lemuen suddenly snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushing bright red. She quickly lowered her head, her voice barely audible. "... I've... seen enough..."

An extremely ambiguous and awkward silence fell over the bedroom. Both of them were wearing extremely revealing swimsuits and stood by the bed. One was blushing and dared not look up, while the other's ears were red and he tried to remain calm. Sparks seemed to be crackling in the air.

In the end, it was Su Rui who couldn't stand the strange atmosphere any longer. He awkwardly and clumsily walked to the wardrobe, grabbed a soft bathrobe, and quickly wrapped it around himself, completely covering his "indecent" swimsuit, as if only in this way could he regain a little sense of security.

"... Let's go out for a barbecue." He said in a hoarse voice, and almost fled the bedroom first.

Lemuen watched his hurried retreating figure and couldn't help but chuckle. She touched her still burning cheeks, picked up a thin shawl, wrapped it around herself, and pushed her wheelchair out after him.

On the terrace, the charcoal fire still emitted residual heat, and the aroma of the grilled meat had not completely dissipated. Su Rui had already sat back down by the grill, wrapped in a bathrobe, revealing only her beautifully shaped collarbone and calves. Her face still had a slightly unnatural blush, but her eyes had returned to their usual coldness. However, upon closer inspection, one could still detect a trace of lingering embarrassment.

Lemuen slid over to him, her heart filled with tender affection and a sweet sense of triumph at her mischievousness as she looked at his awkward expression. She picked up a skewer of fragrant meat that Su Rui had just grilled, held it to his lips, and said softly with a smile, "This is a reward for you~ Young Master Su Rui looks really good in his swimsuit..."

Su Rui glared at her with a dark expression, but still took a bite of her hand and bit into it viciously, as if he were chewing on an enemy. However, the lingering blush on his ears betrayed his inner turmoil.

This "equivalent exchange," sparked by swimsuits and filled with shame and ambiguity, ultimately ended with the two of them sharing a subtly romantic barbecue dinner under the stars, each wrapped in a bathrobe. The pool water rippled under the moonlight, and certain quietly budding feelings seemed to slowly ferment in the summer night breeze.

The atmosphere on the terrace had become somewhat subtle after that embarrassing and ambiguous "swimsuit exchange." Su Rui, wrapped in a bathrobe, sat by the grill, stiffly flipping the meat skewers, the blush on her ears faintly visible in the glow of the embers. Lemuen, draped in a thin shawl, sat in her wheelchair, nibbling on the meat Su Rui had grilled, her lake-blue eyes occasionally stealing glances at Su Rui, a sweet and mischievous smile playing on her lips. The night sky was clear, dotted with stars, and the private pool reflected the moonlight and the villa's lights, shimmering in the sunlight. All around was quiet, save for the occasional crackling of the embers and the distant, faint sound of waves.

This tranquil and private atmosphere was exactly what Su Rui longed for. He hated noise and trouble, and being able to get away from the crowd and stay quietly with Lemuen, enjoying the food and the night, allowed his tense nerves to completely relax. He even felt that if he ignored the swimsuit he was wearing that made him feel uncomfortable (and the unpleasant experience he had just had), this night would almost be perfect.

He picked up a skewer of perfectly grilled mushrooms and held it to Lemuen's lips. Lemuen smiled and opened her mouth to take it, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against his. Both of them paused slightly, a silent current spreading through the air. Su Rui quickly withdrew his hand, turned his face away, and pretended to stare intently at the charcoal fire, but the corners of his tightly pursed lips under his bathrobe curved upwards almost imperceptibly.

However, this hard-won tranquility did not last long.

Just as Su Rui put a piece of roasted beef, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, into her mouth, enjoying the satisfying sensation of the fat melting on her tongue, a very faint yet unusually clear sound, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, broke the silence of the night.

The sound came from the direction of the city. At first, it was just a faint, low rumble, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky, followed by several sharper, more explosive explosions! The sound wasn't particularly loud, much weakened by the distance and the sound of the waves, but that unique texture, a mixture of tearing metal and the impact of energy, was all too familiar to experienced executors like Su Rui and Lemuen —it was an explosion! And not the kind of explosions from fireworks or celebrations, but real, destructive explosions!

Su Rui abruptly stopped chewing! His dark eyes narrowed instantly, like a wary cheetah, his ears twitching almost imperceptibly as he precisely detected the direction and intensity of the sound. His body tensed instinctively, entering a state of heightened awareness. This sound usually meant conflict, commotion, or... trouble!

Lemuen heard it too. Her smile froze instantly, a hint of seriousness and worry flashing in her lake-blue eyes. She put down the food in her hand, listened intently, and frowned slightly. "Su Rui... did you hear that? It sounds like... sounds coming from the city?"

Su Rui didn't answer immediately. He remained listening, and after a few seconds, when another, rather muffled explosion rang out, accompanied by the faint wail of sirens carried by the wind, his tense body strangely... relaxed.

He picked up another skewer of meat, took a slow, deliberate bite, chewed a few times, and then said in an extremely flat, even somewhat nonchalant tone, "Hmm. I heard you."

His reaction was unusually calm. He showed neither the tension of immediately getting up to check the situation, nor any curiosity or worry. It was as if he had only heard noise from a neighbor's television being too loud in the distance.

Lemuen looked at him with some surprise. "... Aren't you worried? It sounds like something happened?" As an executor of Laterano, the first reaction in this situation is usually to assess the situation and determine whether intervention is necessary.

Su Rui raised his eyelids, his dark eyes gleaming with a calm, almost indifferent light in the glow of the embers. He glanced at Lemuen, his tone carrying an almost arrogant certainty. "What's there to worry about? Siesta has its own City Defense Force and Security Force. They can handle this level of commotion themselves."

He paused, swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up the chilled juice beside him, took a sip, and then continued, a hint of barely perceptible annoyance in his voice. "It's not like we're in Laterano. We're just tourists on vacation; there's no need for us to meddle."

Volume 17, Chapter 1053: A Local Conflict

Su Rui's subtext couldn't be clearer: he hates trouble, and he hates even more actively seeking it out. As long as trouble doesn't come knocking on his door, he's happy to have some peace and quiet.

Lemuen looked at his indifferent, detached demeanor, paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly. She was indeed familiar with Su Rui's "trouble-avoiding" personality. Thinking about it carefully, Su Rui had a point. As a mature tourist city, Siesta should be quite capable of handling emergencies. As outsiders, their rash intervention might only cause more trouble.

"That's true..." Lemuen nodded, the worry on her face easing somewhat. "Hopefully it's nothing serious."

Just then, another explosion, clearer and seemingly closer, rang out, and one could even feel a barely perceptible tremor in the ground beneath their feet! The lights around the villa also seemed to flicker!

Lemuen's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively looked at Su Rui.

Su Rui frowned almost imperceptibly, but still showed no intention of getting up. He even clicked his tongue impatiently, as if his peace and quiet had been disturbed. "Tsk, never-ending," he complained, then did something that surprised Lemuen—

He put down his skewers and juice, stood up, and walked to Lemuen's wheelchair. Under Lemuen's questioning gaze, he didn't check on her, but instead... very naturally, sideways, squeezed into Lemuen's wheelchair!

Although the wheelchair was spacious, it was still designed for a single person. Su Rui was tall, and once he squeezed in, the space immediately became very cramped. He was practically half-sitting on the armrests, with most of his body leaning against Lemuen, his long legs awkwardly curled up, and his head resting on Lemuen's shoulder!

"Su Rui?!" Lemuen was startled by his sudden action and instinctively reached out to steady him to prevent them from falling together. The wheelchair creaked slightly due to the sudden increase in weight.

Su Rui, however, seemed to have found the most comfortable position. He adjusted his position and confidently entrusted his entire weight to Lemuen and the wheelchair. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the familiar fragrance of Lemuen's hair and the aroma of roasted meat filled his nostrils. A very relaxed expression appeared on his face, even with a hint of... playfulness?

"So noisy," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the sound of his ear against Lemuen's neck. "Never mind. Let's eat." He said, even reaching for a piece of roasted meat from the plate beside him and holding it to Lemuen's lips. "Ah—"

Lemuen: "..." She looked at Su Rui, who was clinging to her shoulder like a large feline, and even trying to feed her. She was both amused and exasperated! There was probably some kind of riot or explosion happening outside, but this young master, instead of caring, was hiding in her arms like a child who was afraid of noise?! The contrast was too much!

But... seeing his completely dependent and defenseless demeanor, Lemuen's heart instantly melted. She opened her mouth and accepted Su Rui's feeding, chewing on the tender roasted meat, feeling the heavy weight on her shoulders and hearing his steady breathing in her ear. The slight unease she had felt earlier because of the explosion miraculously vanished.

Yes, who cares what's going on outside? As long as they're together in this safe little world, that's enough. Su Rui's choice was simple and direct, yet inexplicably reassuring.

She reached out her free hand and gently wrapped it around Su Rui's waist, making him more comfortable. With her other hand, she picked up a juice and brought it to his lips. Su Rui took a sip from her hand, letting out a satisfied gurgling sound, like a cat that had been stroked and soothed.

The two of them, in an extremely intimate yet somewhat comical posture, squeezed into the small wheelchair, ignoring the faint commotion coming from afar, and continued to enjoy their barbecue feast. Su Rui even started directing Lemuen: "Over there, those chicken wings look ready..." "I want that orange juice..."

Lemuen smiled and did as she was told. She noticed that Su Rui seemed unusually... clingy in this "isolated" state, a stark contrast to her usual aloofness. But this clinginess made her feel incredibly happy and content.

The distant explosions and sirens showed no signs of abating, sometimes clear, sometimes faint, but the two on the terrace seemed to be in another world. The charcoal fire was warm, the food delicious, the stars dazzling, and most importantly, they were together. Su Rui made his stance clear in the most direct way: the outside world's turmoil was none of his concern; he only wanted to protect this small patch of tranquility and the person in his arms.

As for what exactly happened in Siesta City, and whether it would affect this place, Su Rui didn't seem worried at all. Perhaps, beneath his seemingly indifferent exterior lay absolute confidence in his own strength—if trouble really came knocking, he naturally had a way to handle it. But until then, he chose to enjoy the present.

Lemuen was happy to stay with him, immersing herself in this brief but real peace that he had whimsically created.

On the terrace, Su Rui, like a lazy large feline, leaned comfortably against Lemuen's wheelchair, his head resting on her shoulder, eyes closed, enjoying the lingering warmth of the charcoal fire, the aroma of food, and the warmth of the person beside him. The explosions and sirens coming from the distant city seemed like insignificant background noise, automatically filtered out by his powerful "trouble filtering system." He even began to feel drowsy, his fingers unconsciously twirling the tassels hanging from Lemuen's shawl.

Lemuen, however, wasn't as carefree as him. Although Su Rui's dependence and intimacy made her feel incredibly safe and sweet, as a highly responsible executor, she still instinctively felt a touch of concern and curiosity about the riots taking place in the city. The intermittent sounds, like a tiny feather, occasionally tickled her nerves. As she ate the roasted meat Su Rui offered her, she couldn't help but listen intently, a barely perceptible hint of worry and inquiry flashing in her lake-blue eyes.

"Su Rui ..." she called softly, her voice hesitant. "Tell me... what exactly happened in the city? It sounds like quite a commotion... could there be any danger?" She wasn't worried about her and Su Rui's safety (she felt very safe with Su Rui around), but rather it was out of professional habit and concern for ordinary citizens.

Volume 17, Chapter 1054: So noisy!

Su Rui didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, only letting out a muffled hum from his nose, thick with sleepiness and perfunctory tone. "... What could possibly be wrong? Siesta's city defense team isn't just for show." He shifted his head, finding a more comfortable position in Lemuen's neck, and muttered, "Ignore it... it's too noisy..."

Lemuen looked at his "don't bother me while I sleep, even if the sky falls" attitude, feeling both amused and helpless. She knew Su Rui had a point, but her curiosity still lingered. She thought for a moment and said in a pleading tone, "Then... can we watch the news? Or... is there any way to see what's happening on the ground? Just a quick look to make sure nothing serious happens, and I'll feel relieved, okay?" She gently shook Su Rui's shoulder, with a hint of coquetry.

Su Rui grew impatient with her shaking him, his brows furrowing. He opened one eye a crack, his dark eyes filled with annoyance at being disturbed, and glanced at Lemuen. Seeing the genuine worry and pleading in her eyes, his impatience dissipated. He sighed, as if making a huge concession, and reluctantly straightened up, moving out of Lemuen's wheelchair.

"Troublesome," he grumbled, his tone curt, but his movements didn't falter. He walked to the living room and picked up the portable terminal on the coffee table. It was a powerful Laterano- standard device, used not only for communications but also integrating various reconnaissance and intelligence processing functions.

He skillfully unlocked the screen, his fingertips rapidly tapping on the virtual keyboard to bring up a complex program interface. Then, he picked up the remote and turned on the huge embedded TV screen in the living room.

"Watch if you want," he said calmly, wirelessly connecting the terminal to the television screen.

The next second, the landscape documentary playing on the TV screen instantly switched. What appeared was not a regular news broadcast, but a high-tech monitoring interface composed of multiple split screens! The split screens displayed real-time footage taken from different angles and heights—there were overhead views from city traffic monitoring cameras, dynamic footage that appeared to be taken by drones, and even several images from extremely tricky angles, seemingly transmitted from inside some buildings or from hidden high points!

The image quality is extremely high, clearly showing the chaotic scene on a main road in downtown Siesta: several illegally modified vehicles are blocking the road, belching black smoke, while figures in disheveled clothing and masks move around, wielding various rudimentary weapons, exchanging fire with the uniformed Siesta City Defense Force! Flashes of fire and billowing smoke create a truly chaotic scene. However, closer inspection reveals that the City Defense Force maintain a stable formation and orderly firepower, while the rioters appear disorganized, surrounded, and forced to retreat. Aside from the main road, other areas of the city shown in the split-screen view are relatively calm, with only sporadic small-scale clashes that are quickly quelled by arriving Security Force.

Su Rui stood in front of the television with his arms crossed, staring blankly at the chaotic scene on the screen. His dark eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if he were watching a silent film that had nothing to do with him. He casually switched between several split-screen angles, zooming in and out, as if checking something.

"Well," he gestured with his chin, indicating that Lemuen should look at the screen, his tone habitually indifferent, "That's all they're capable of. A bunch of ignorant fools trying to make a 'big splash'." His assessment was cold and precise, tinged with undisguised contempt. "Outdated weaponry, loose organization, zero tactics. Pure suicide."

He pointed to one of the split screens, which showed several City Defense Force soldiers using cover to precisely fire crossbow bolts, taking down rioters attempting to storm the roadblock one by one. "See? The Siesta people handled it cleanly. We don't need to worry about it."

He switched to another perspective, seemingly taken from a higher-altitude drone, offering a panoramic view of the entire conflict zone. It showed that the City Defense Force had largely brought the situation under control, clearing the area and apprehending any remaining members. "It won't last much longer. In another half hour at most, it should be over."

Looking at the clear live feed on the screen and listening to Su Rui's calm, almost ruthless analysis, Lemuen's worries vanished considerably, replaced by a sense of amazement and... a hint of understanding. She realized that Su Rui wasn't truly unaware or indifferent to what was happening outside the city; he had simply... already grasped the overall situation in his own way and concluded that it was "not a cause for concern." That's why he could so calmly nestle in her arms and eat his barbecue.

"You... you knew all along?" Lemuen asked in surprise. "Where did these images come from?" She was very Su Rui how Suri had obtained such clear and multi-faceted on-site information in such a short time.

Su Rui scoffed, his tone laced with an air of self-righteous arrogance. "Such petty stunts, yet they cause such a commotion, it's hard not to notice." He brandished the terminal in his hand. "Connect to the public surveillance network, send out a few 'gadgets' to take a look, and we'll know for sure, right?" His so-called "gadgets" were clearly some kind of miniature drone or eavesdropping device with reconnaissance capabilities. For a top-tier executor like him, obtaining this level of intelligence was child's play.

He turned off the TV screen and casually tossed the terminal back onto the coffee table, as if he had just dealt with a trivial matter. He walked back to the terrace and very naturally squeezed back into Lemuen's wheelchair, resuming his previous languid posture, even leaning closer than before, as if trying to make up for the energy he had expended while "forced" to get up and work.

"Feeling relieved now?" He closed his eyes, his voice tinged with weariness and smugness. "I told you they couldn't cause any trouble. If Siesta can't even handle this kind of trash, they shouldn't be running a resort city."

Lemuen couldn't help but laugh at his smug, "I told you so" expression. She reached out and gently ruffled his silver hair, saying softly, "Yeah, don't worry. Our Su Rui is the best~ You can't hide anything from him."

Su Rui let out a satisfied hum from her nose, like a cat that had been stroked and felt good, and snuggled closer to her.

The distant explosions seemed to gradually subside, and the sirens became more rhythmic, as if a final cleanup was underway. Just as Su Rui had predicted, the unrest was being quickly quelled.

Volume 17, Chapter 1055: Don't worry about it.

On the terrace, only a few scattered red glows remained from the charcoal fire, and the aroma of the grilled meat gradually dissipated, replaced by the faint fragrance of night-blooming jasmine. Su Rui and Lemuen nestled in their wheelchairs, sharing the last glass of chilled juice, watching the moonlight and starlight reflections shimmering on the surface of the pool.

"Next time..." Su Rui suddenly mumbled, her voice heavy with sleepiness, "... Don't worry about it... I'm here..."

Lemuen's heart was instantly filled with those words. She lowered her head, gently kissed his smooth forehead, and softly replied, "Okay."

The hustle and bustle of the city outside the window was ultimately just an interlude in their quiet night. With Su Rui by her side, it was the strongest safe haven. Lemuen knew that no matter what storms raged outside, as long as this awkward yet reliable boy was by her side, she could always feel at ease. And Su Rui, in his unique way, proved this once again.

The tranquility and warmth on the terrace continued. Su Rui, like a contented cat, nestled comfortably in Lemuen's wheelchair, almost falling asleep. Lemuen gently embraced him, feeling his steady breathing and warm body temperature, her heart filled with peace. Just as Su Rui had predicted, the sounds of explosions and gunfire from the distant city gradually thinned out, eventually leaving only intermittent sirens, as if announcing the end of the riots.

However, a trace of barely perceptible worry lingered in Lemuen's blue eyes. Although Su Rui's analysis convinced her that the situation was under control, as a kind-hearted and responsible executor, she instinctively hoped that the chaos would subside more quickly, that the innocent citizens who might be trapped in the conflict could be rescued as soon as possible, and that the beautiful city of Siesta could return to its former peace and order. This concern did not stem from distrust of Su Rui's judgment, but rather from the tenderness and compassion deep within her heart.

She tilted her head slightly, gently brushing her chin against the top of Su Rui's soft hair, her voice as soft as a night breeze. "Su Rui... although I know they can handle it, I still hope... it can end a little sooner. I wonder if anyone got hurt..." There was a hint of melancholy in her voice.

Su Rui, who had been drowsy, stirred slightly at her words. He didn't open his eyes, but let out a muffled murmur from deep in his throat, as if in an unconscious response. But Lemuen could feel that his body, which was leaning against her, seemed to tense up for a moment.

After a few seconds of silence, Su Rui suddenly moved. Somewhat reluctantly and slowly, he sat up from Lemuen's arms, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked annoyed at being disturbed from his dream. He didn't look at Lemuen, but reached for the portable terminal that had been tossed onto the small table next to him.

"Troublesome..." he muttered under his breath, his tone filled with annoyance at "why am I meddling in other people's business?" But his hands moved without hesitation. His fingertips slid rapidly across the terminal screen, bringing up an extremely complex interface filled with various codes and dynamic maps. His dark eyes instantly regained their clarity and sharpness, like the most sophisticated scanner, quickly scanning the scrolling information on the screen.

Lemuen looked at him with some surprise. "Su Rui? What are you going to do?"

Su Rui didn't answer immediately. His fingers flew across the virtual keyboard, almost blurring the lines. He seemed to be filtering, analyzing, and integrating a massive amount of information from various channels (most likely real-time data transmitted back from the "gadget" he had previously released). After about a minute, he stopped, and a highlighted area and a few brief text messages appeared on the screen.

"Tsk, so inefficient." He curled his lip, his face showing undisguised disdain. Clearly, through surveillance, he had discovered some oversights or delays in the City Defense Force ' tactical execution or intelligence utilization.

Then, to Lemuen's astonishment, Su Rui tapped her finger and silently sent out the compiled intelligence summary on the screen, which marked the hiding places of the remaining thugs, their weapon weaknesses, and suggested flanking routes, through an anonymous channel that had been encrypted and disguised. The recipient was none other than the command system of the Siesta City Defense Force!

Having done all this, he casually tossed the terminal back onto the small table, as if he had only dealt with a trivial matter. He leaned back into Lemuen's wheelchair, closed his eyes, and muttered, "... That should speed things up now. So noisy." His tone remained harsh, carrying a condescending reluctance and impatience, but his actions clearly showed that he had heard Lemuen's wish and, in his own way, had fulfilled it.

Lemuen was stunned as she watched his series of actions, which were smooth yet extremely awkward. Then, a huge surge of warmth and indescribable emotion welled up in her heart! Looking at Su Rui, who was leaning against her again, pretending that nothing had happened, but whose ears were slightly red, her eyes actually became a little moist.

This two-faced guy! He clearly finds everything troublesome to death, yet he took the initiative to interfere because of just a few words from her! Although his method was so "tsundere" and so "unwilling," his sincerity moved her more than any sweet words!

"Su Rui..." Her voice choked with emotion as she reached out and hugged him tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you..."

Su Rui stiffened for a moment, seemingly unaccustomed to such direct gratitude. He shifted awkwardly and mumbled, "... No need to thank me. Be quiet so I can sleep." But he didn't push her away; instead, he let her hug him, his tense body gradually relaxing.

For the rest of the time, the two remained silent, simply nestled together. However, Lemuen's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the television screen, which was still lit in the living room— Su Rui had not disconnected the terminal from the television.

Sure enough, the surveillance footage on the screen showed a significant change shortly after Su Rui sent out that anonymous intelligence!

Previously, the City Defense Force squads, which had been either locked in a stalemate or struggling with inefficient searches, suddenly became decisive and precise in their actions! As if suddenly enlightened, their routes became clearer, their timing for the assaults perfect, effectively dividing and encircling the remaining, stubborn rioters. Several stubborn strongholds that would have previously required a longer period of clearing were quickly eliminated thanks to the efficient cooperation of the City Defense Force. The capture operations also became much smoother.

The entire process of quelling the rebellion was as if it had been fast-forwarded, with efficiency dramatically increased!

Volume 17, Chapter 1056: Only a Little Intelligence Needed

Although Su Rui had his eyes closed and was nestled in Lemuen, he seemed to be able to sense the changes outside through the sounds and Lemuen's subtle reactions. When he heard another intense exchange of fire quickly subside and be replaced by the more orderly sound of sirens, he gave an almost imperceptible hum, his tone carrying a sense of superiority that "it should have been like this all along" and... a hint of barely perceptible disdain.

"The reaction was too slow." He suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse from just waking up and as critical as ever. "We gave them the intelligence almost five minutes ago, and the third squad is only now in position. The second assault team's angle of attack was also problematic, wasting the best opportunity. The command chain is redundant, information transmission is delayed... it's riddled with loopholes." He was like a strict instructor, giving sharp critiques to an unseen "student," his disdain almost tangible.

Lemuen couldn't help but chuckle as she listened to his merciless "negative review." Of course, she knew that by Su Rui's standards, the Siesta City Defense Force ' operational efficiency might indeed be "failing." But it was precisely this "failing" that highlighted the value of his anonymous intelligence and... the terrifying nature of his own abilities. He was like a chess player hidden behind the scenes, who, with a casual move, instantly changed the course of the entire game.

"Yes, yes, Young Master Su Rui is the best~" she echoed with a smile, her tone full of doting affection, "Of course they can't compare to you."

Su Rui let out a soft, ambiguous hum from her nose, accepting the "compliment," but the corners of her mouth curved upwards almost imperceptibly, clearly pleased.